Maybe relapse of a full moon
Sometimes promises a new night
Maybe tragedies come only from lovers
And hearts could only be impaled from inside.

Maybe to get loved is insidious
And to love is treacherous
Maybe we can only be truly happy
Once the suffering becomes inexorable.

Maybe all of us are bound to covet impossibilities,
To look at asymptotes and close our eyes.
But, if I were not perfidious
Would'nt the separation break your heart?

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As if the world had an end,
And I were on a boat alone.
As if the last unbroken heart,
Had a home just before the fall.

As if you were the waters,
And we were always a hand apart.
As if the sadness is not the last feeling,
You fall before I fall.

As if the hearts in this world,
Are made to be born Just so far
That the separation before the fall
Grants a thousand moments of helplessness.

Slipping away and I can't stop you,
I close my eyes to a sleepless night.
And the last unbroken heart shouts at me,
"In the end it's the hope that gets us all."

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The last joke.

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The problem, with the wounded man
Is not that his wound never heals.
The problem is that
It does not kill him either.

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I leave the note, here
beneath a morbid tree.
It calls my name, as I leave.
Why do I have a name?

Life, it says,
is an ephemeral collection of tragedies
and rivers are tears someone once shed.
He is half liar.

It bears fruits, of melancholy.
Nights are, so that we can forget days are.
I eat a fruit.
I want to sleep. Ad infinitum.

If we die a thousand times there is a probability once I die in your arms.
Tell me,
'Maybe, because they can say it before a goodbye.'

What is in the note,it asks.
'Your name.'
I say.

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"I am your moon."

Someday, you shall know,
This is all a misery.
And all the love felt in this world,
is lesser than all the love ever done.
And that people are basically just complex mechanisms of molecules.

That you won't ever grow eyes back of your head, and know when you were alive the last time.
That this all is just running
And destiny is to end up being forgotten.

That the moon can either be slow and far or close and fast just so that it skips falling everytime.
And that life is like this, time keeps on passing but sometimes things return to the space they were before and you start afresh.

Someday you shall know, fading stars end up better
than the moon in elliptical perpetual misery of never falling together.

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Just about, when I was dying,
I saw you at the edge of forest,
Abandoning me, rhyming
Your black eyes
And I did not want to die anymore.

Just about, when I was falling
I saw you were not there,
And it was okay.
Okay until I got that
You never were.

Just about, when I was crying
I saw you
Talking to sadness.
And then it came to me
Laughing so hard.

It falls and falls
I fail and fail.
And
Just about, when we were dying
I saw you alive, somewhere else.

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It keeps on raining as you sleep,
And you miss all the sad wails,
The waters call you, maybe.
Maybe they are too lamentable to be heard.

It makes me sad.
Maybe sometimes things fall.
Maybe sometimes, they hope for a palm to land upon.
And maybe, maybe once, it's okay to save.

But the world is asleep,
Places and peace.
And the only infinitesimal object I know of,
Is a point.
Maybe this is the point,
But we are wrong to believe,
Lines are collection of points.
Infinities shrinking into finities.
Wrong wrong wrong.

You are being called,
Save, Maybe,
Until it rains.

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Blue and blue
I hold you tight
Your palm leaves mine,
Black and white
wrong and right

Shallow waters and I drown
And never that I make it to a tide
But think about it, close your eyes
All of us hold hands and we just die

The white wind that just hit your face
The white wind that just hit my face
The white wind that just hit her face
What if we could roll in the endless green grounds and fall off a cliff
Laughing

I don't know,
We run and run
And It is like only I run
I run out of breaths and
I think,
when an oscillator stops to oscillate,
Which side loses it first?
And when an old man dies, does the watch still work?

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