Tag: love
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[250] Changing Life, One Haircut At A Time
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Mountains with bad haircuts tower above the shiny eyes of the city Shy, they hide themselves under the white blanket of clouds The cities pull the blanket off only forcing the mountain to push the clouds to rain in anger over the city This push and pull becomes old The mountain wear white wigs now…
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[249] A New Day
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Today the world woke up looking a little forgetful The sun didn’t feel as vengeful The newspapers had empty pages The air didn’t suffocate living Was it because we all remembered our dreams today?
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[248] Broken Skies
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The broken sky and its false promises of respite that some call rain while some wait for it to be called a storm A diversion from the tedious blue that only helps harshness to brittle our sheltered bones It breaks my little heart to acknowledge the void of you I was alright till now I…
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[247] A Calm Nightmare
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Personalities mixing up to cause rainbows in a storm I touch one colour to really want another Never understanding a disguise entirely I borrow another to just carry on looking up The afterglow of constellations in your eyes carry themselves into my emotional identity I feel half of what you felt Half of what there…
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[245] The Forgetfulness Of Today
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Last day of college Stirring emotions inside; pouring rain outside Awareness of where we’ve come with a melancholic smile Thinking about how we’ve arrived here; why is melancholy right here? We’re witnessing the birth of nostalgia Heaviness moves with us now Shoulders drooped a little Weary eyes looking at our feet We feel removed from…
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[243] Control
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I’m a believer in anything but me In need for some time out of my mind Seeing sullen shadows even when it’s dark How much can I fight for so long with so little time left by my side? Denigration or adulation My self-worth is pulled to both extremes The audience claps away the little…
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[240] The Man Who Was Always Right
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There was a man who was always right He closed his eyes to see the world in its entirety He breathed in darkness so reality could never disturb him And it never did. There was an open field in front of him but he sat on his spot unfazed His zen head cut through the…
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[239] A New Path
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I sit on my desk and interrogate life I demand answers for questions not asked I expect the truth but I don’t know its form Blinded by my own self I cry without feeling I scream without weeping and I die without living By standing on the shoulders of all the giants before me my…
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[238] The Napkin Cafe
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Mumbai is a city where you see people drifting in and out of their own lives. Some days they feel the urge to live and some days they stay quiet and let the city consume them. On the days of living people go out in blind hope of chancing upon their destiny. They feel the…
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[237] Fever Dream
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Realities stack on top of each other warning me of my feeble head Fed by the system of mistakes I try to hold on to another identity to hold me together for a while again Imagine leaves stuck in stillness somewhere between green and the wilt of a brown so much so that the moment…
Smoke words every day. 