Death


Even in the era of 3G ,4G,
She can't make a video call to her long distance beloved,
But talks to him hours,
Spending her messages to the brightest star of the limitless sky,
Sheds tears or sometimes smiles while remembering the moments spent together
Can death really separate people?!


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I was filled with a hope 
Had my fill, called it a service
Never wanted to elope
Strange life this is 

I tried, I always tried 
Tried when I couldn’t try anymore
Tried to love
Till love was there no more   

I am trying to finish
My second hand dream
Thoughts coming forcefully 
Still can’t establish a theme

I begged you to come 
Wanted you to grace my adobe
How wrong can you get 
I was better alone 

A war was going on 
Oh this war of the hardcore
I tried to join but did not like
The side I was fighting for

Now here i am, sad
Sad for you again
But before you ask why 
Let me feel your disdain.


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she is the fire burning
hot and white and magic
like lightning crackling
through the dead sky
striking the tallest tree
I am waiting for her
to burn me
to the ground

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Undoubtedly, You!

It is always, undoubtedly, the best decision of your life until you start hearing a distant hassle coming towards you. Then, that best decision of your life begins to flicker away from it's foundation. That distant tumult invokes a fear in your mind that it'll dismantle everything and that your heart will break, yet again. You try to make things right, you put in a lot of efforts to hold onto your decision but you've already lost, lost to yourself. You lost when you gave your mind the control of yourself. You always were the best decision of my life, you will always be. Away from wrecks, and reasons, we have built a castle of our own that is strong enough to withstand unsettlements and unreasonable dilemma's of life. For every outbreak there exists an escape that brings us together, closer than ever. We have never kissed under the mistletoe but we'll still witness a forever of us. I'm never in favor of overlooking some things but it'll never mean a slightest change, or deviancy from the regularity of our togetherness. You're not a handshake that I lose amidst the constraints of my fingerprints, you're not a hug that slowly fades away and mixes with the air around me, you're not a kiss that disperse away in moments. You are the breath that I carry inside me, you are the blood my heart pumps. You are not the moisture on my lips, you are the kiss itself because just like a kiss, you too fill my heart with a magnanimous amount of love and joy. I don't carry your scent, I carry you in me. A coalescence of our souls, an effervescent suffusion of the millennium, you are the smile I am about. So on days when you feel like you're breaking, I want you to close your eyes and hear me whisper all this to you and just one more thing. You are everything I am about, you are the reason itself and yes, undoubtedly, the best decision of my life!

-Amulya

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Melancholic Suppression


Everything was perfect,
Or so I perceived
Here comes the mourning of a bereaved.

I told myself,
Let the sleeping dogs lie
But never did I realize,

If you lie down with dogs ,
Then you’ll get fleas
And a dark cave of memories.

Now the worst enemies are the ones,
That used to be cronies
Their cognizance? Mere cacophonies.

It is like what they say,
You never lose a friend
You realize you never had one in the end.

Now I sit amidst the ruins of considerations,
Contemplating the contortion
Why did I fall for this illusion?

Everything was perfect,
Or so I perceived
This was the mourning of a bereaved.


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"War within"

I put on my guard to defeat the world of dust.
I put on my armour now covered with rust.
I put on my hate to cover my thoughts,
I put up my collars around my throat.
Now I'll be called the warrior of the world,
The war of the idea, the war of the word.
Fighting for space or fighting for survival?
Fighting for mundane or fighting for revival?
Listen to the God or the greed of empire,
Or give in to the hands of desire?
Believe in the destiny or fortune or so,
Or live in the darkness and live in the fog?
But live with a loss or live with a defeat,
And ready to die with victory and lead.
The heaven is where the war is fought,
The hell is only made out of thoughts.
But one way or another the victory will find you,
The life you live in the end will define you.

Author's note: Again in need of an apt title, any suggestions?

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Moving up a hill
Of it I must make a thrill.
Tire may burn my heel
but I must not feel,
For even a heart can kill.

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DEEP IN

Every smiles loves lips,
Every pain loves memories.

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Invaded by a ghost

Knock knock! "Who's there?", I implore.
I hear the creak of floorboards,
I open the door slightly, startled
I feel the chill of the air on my cheeks.

"Is anyone there?", I ask aloud
I get the feeling of pit in my stomach
I step out an arm and look for the nonnative,
Maybe there's something lurking in the house?

"Was that the wind?", I inquired myself
I shut the door and dim the patio lamp
I see a flick of shadows as I lie down
A veil is lifted, forging an esoteric vacuum.

Knocking again! I might go insane,
Maybe it's just my intuitions or my thoughts,
Maybe this knocking is just inside my head?
The agony thrives, as the tones complex.

Fear in my eyes, I stare at the skylight,
Striving it wasn't real, just a nightmare!
Fiddling my senses, my soul cries inside,
My world between living and death evolves into darkness.

Daughter

My dear
I will teach you the difference
Between the Good and bad touch
I will teach you how people
Change with time

I will educate you gratitude
Not physics and chemistry
I will educate you about humanity
Not English and maths


I won't force you to be traditional
but I will teach you to be kind
I won't force you to apply any creams
But I will teach you beauty lies in the heart


I will teach you what is
Good and bad decision
I will teach you how to take
Self-decision without help

I will teach you to be strong
Even without family
I will teach you to be glad even
When you have nothing


I won't buy you expensive mobiles and dress
But I will allow you to buy books
I won't always show you the taste of
Pizza, donut but I will show the pain of hungry


I will promise you I will be you best mom and even best friend too.

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My moon you may still be,
As yours I had once upon a time been!

My long past, mistakes done fast,
Darken your mood, so you need no repast!

You dull your ears and so you don't hear,
My cries for you to come back to me dear!

My regret, darkens your heart amok
As you gaze into it round-the-clock!!

Give me a break and let me be near
Never shall I give you, a chance to shed even one more tear!

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Moonlit Reflection


The only thought that crosses my mind,
When this distance has us confined
That maybe it is for us to discern,
How far our love travels, how much we yearn

To taste the elixir of each other’s soul
And to cherish the depthless portrayal made of charcoal,
For we live under the same stars,
United by the constellations of different avatars.

Never trust the moon, they say
She always keeps changing, always has her way,
But her beauty has us all dazed
Isn’t she the epitome of love and grace?

Oh! How many times you declared
You would bring the moon unimpaired,
Now we look at the same moon and reminisce the dedication,
All the times our souls melted to the warmth of passion.

All I want is for you to remember what they say,
Absence is to love, what wind is to fire,
It extinguishes the small,
But inflames the great

And I know deep within my brain,
That these borders are mere fritters going vain
They might separate lands for all we know,
But they will never separate our souls.

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No moon is as bright as your heart,
no sun can give the warmth your soul grants.

Shall it rain in the scrapes of my thoughts, let me sneak a peek of your light and erase my drops of black.

And I promise if you put my shreds together with faith, I shall be your dream coming true.

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#wca #wcpp #review #ar " The world revolves with instability.Light and Darkness is always unfair.There is no one without the other and there is no other without the one. BUT they always seem to counter each other."

Domesday

the night the moon was whole
Deep in to the pit was when i fall
Love, they say - it flows smooth
Love, i say - it is full of bruises

On a half moon, one dark night
Where stars were dead - i lost my knight
The fare well for forever
To never cross roads or talk to one another
Good byes are for the dead not for the living
Painful in my mind goodbyes i avoid
And yet
Goodbye i was told
My love just got lost
Goodbye as a boarder
He became a stranger

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Letters of the dead
A letter from her 2

🔸To the beast guy🔸

I woke them up? Really? I just got one question. please tell me the things you will never forgive me for? Do you not get how your past ruined my past, present and even my future. You walked into my life when i was getting a little better, knowing who you were, the things you have done. But still you wowed me with life and happiness. You lifted me off of my feet with all the love. You are the one who showed me life after taking it which is hilarious by the way. you knew you were a time ticking bomb and yet you were gonna take my life once more and you are the one who is not gonna forgive me. i really want to know the things you won't forgive me for.

Gabby
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DANCING IN EMOTION

Come on dear
So near
To wipe off tear
And leave me in chear.

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Glancing through the roses at the purlieu of my garden,
To see the bonny yellows that are coming for me.

Blood everywhere, I see; with no sign of ripe lemons.
Hemophobia is my love for blood, but I still prefer my lemon juice.

I send my irides to dine with the breezy moment,
To espy if there is any other pigment awaiting me.

The wind seems scared of my cruel bluish glance.
In quick, she takes her message back to the pith.

Walking the line back to my comfort pit,
In the midst of mist.
At the battle ground of my brownish feelings

I look up in the bolt from the blue,
To chase away my shadow.
Then I witness my shine from the east,
My precious yellow is back!.

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WOUND'S VOICE

Sweetness sleeps
Sinking in sheets
Of pain
And mingled with bitterness
To give out deadly pain.

Henry emerged from the bushes, huffing and puffing, struggling to catch a breath. He stopped for a moment and glanced around. There he was at a roadside by a lazy road. He tried to look around, searching for a light that he could run to but this place was lit lazily too.

All he coud see was darkness. Thoughts ran around his exhausted and confused mind, and all he could think of was a nice shower and a cozy bed to lie on, but that would only happen if he could escape his current ordeal.

It was a cold chilly night, the kind that no one wishes to be outdoors, and the wind blew lightly. Henry could not notice any of all this, maybe because of all the running he had been forced to do, or from his leather jacket. Sweat trickled down his bruised face. In that sudden moment, the pain began to bite from all sides, he could feel it all now.

The adrenaline rush had protected him from all the agony he felt right then. There was no way they would ever find him, he had to run as far as he could. He started walking towards his left side on the road.

Itches were starting to register as the bruises on the face flared up. He wished to touch them but he couldn't, it would only make them worse. He had been walking for about a mile and a half when lights appeared behind him.

Free at last, he thought to himself. Here was a car that could take him far from this unforgiving place. Holding his thumb out, he had to stop, tired from all the walking.

The car seemed to have taken ages getting to where he stood, but it did, finally. Bright headlights blinded his sleepy eyes. He couldn't mind it. After all, he was free from his tormentors.

The car, a huge four wheel drive vehicle, stopped finally where Henry stood. He ran towards the driver's side, just one more thing and I'll out of here, he mumbled to himself. The tinted window lowered slowly, and Henry's eager face lit up instantly.

The eager face quickly turned to disbelief and shock. A long black pistol was held up to his head.
"You thought you could get away from me? You should know that I own you now." Jamie's cold deep voice went off. A sly grin formed on his scarred round face. Lips barely moving,
"Get back in the car!" he barked.


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