Tag: love
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[90] A Writer of Sunset or Rain?
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A question comes back like an untimely rain. To be a writer that writes in this gloomy rain or the one that writes during a sunsets melancholy? The silence of a sunset, the vibrancy of its reflection sets you into a mood of sweet melancholy. A simmering disquiet. Even though the sun sets rather quickly,…
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[89] The Morning
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Mornings that slow down time, by letting in a light sunlight, are the best mornings. The sweet coolness while you lay enveloped in your blanket struggling to wake. The sudden rush of the light sunlight turning into a harsh one is the call for an end to the slow morning. Until that harshness hits your…
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[88] Curiosity Killed The Cat.
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so lost in knowing who I am that I never discovered who I could be could I be a sorted mess? could I be a simple obscurity? The potential is wasted on what there is A mess and an obscurity. The simple sorting of which lies in the future The silent cry of which lies…
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[87] Sense of Time
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She’s got a past that betrays future A mind so meticulous and a will so strong it turns waves back that form in my mind A walk so slow that you can’t help but notice that she limps a little, a battle scar She’s unlike anything any imitating her is almost a blasphemy but the…
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[84] Holding Out Your Hand
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A monochromatic answer to my neon glow query A laugh that distils rebuke to my naive little worry Nothing really happened according to you while I was battling with gigantic spacecrafts filled with aliens from the galaxy of assumptions and suddenly The surroundings turned orange I walked passively beyond your magnetic repulsion and found myself…
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[82] Ghostly Silence.
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Our love like unicorn tears only in my dreams it is realised You hold a book that yawns intelligence just so there is no scope for me to interpret your silence The spirit of your strange journey towards me compels me to hide from your shadows The strangeness of complexity in your simplest words leaves…
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[81] Tenderly She Watches Me Burn
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so tenderly i burn you watch me on the television a spectacle for you detached because the fire can’t harm you but i showed you this trick before when you were busy getting mesmerised by others later you realised what it meant when it was too late to collect the ashes you wish i were…
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[79] Aimless Revolution of a Heartbreak
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surviving through bare necessities through your hum, through your wrath through your whistling breaths, through your ignorance overthinking. it takes a little time to realise that what i think is small like the letters i wrote to you that lie crumpled in a dustbin full of used items the resistance talks about the possibility of…
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[78] Defeat.
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Loneliness isn’t limited to being alone. It transcends to a form where even though you are surrounded by everyone you want to be surrounded by, you still feel utterly alone. Loneliness is not the physical manifestations of people but the mental manifestation of us in their minds. If we are not in their minds when…
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[77] Living In Extremes.
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I live in the extremes of life. Even though it can be said that the closer we are to the extremes, the further we are from life. In a sense, extremes are a veiled longing for death. Extremes for an artist is to persevere and finish the project she/he’s been working at for months. But…
Smoke words every day. 