The Fire Between Us

The texture of your lipstick,
Still shining around my lips.
The traces of your fragrance,
Still dissolving inside my skin.

My eyes rolling around,
Trying to touch your body.
Every cell of my skin ready
To go through that heaven again.

Your smile starting a fire
Burning all my secrets down.
Your hair all unsettled
Shouting warnings in vain.

My fingers taking your consent,
Daring to touch you where you want.
My heart tossing around like a coin,
With a touch of yours, it's gone...

~Abhinav

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"Don't cry" They say
You will be weak if u say 'Nay'
Be like this and not that.

But I cried today.
I opened that bottle of emotions.
As it was already on verge of breaking
I opened that dam.
Yes I cried today.

"You are a weakling" Said my mom
But I felt stronger mom.
"You are a coward " Said my brother.
But I felt better, as I appreciated myself today,
I appreciated myself because I could endure that all.
"You are unreliable" Said friends.
I feel reliable enough to depend on myself.
So I cried today.
And I didn't feel guilty.

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They circled him menacingly
Taunting and kicking him frequently.
He beared it all with great tolerance.
They didn't even passed with a narrow,
Because it was just a baby of sparrow.

All of them just snickered in the back.
Some of them cared , but they were all scaredy cats.
No one defended ,
And looked through the shadow...
As it was just a baby of sparrow.

As it grew bigger everyday,
Reliving the past , remembering it all.
He grew stronger day by day.
Now he stands tall from all.
With an aim in mind and a passion in eyes.
He showed them all  ,
As now they bowed,
That he was not just a baby of sparrow.

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The eyes are full
With tears of past;
The vision is blurry
Of the lips that move fast;
The ears are deaf
For the soft words spoken;
The heart just let in
What hurts it often;
The words then came out,
I am Sorry;
But the other one feels bad
And continues to worry.
None sees the guilt
Which they bear,
Is nothing but
Just a mistake, my dear.
This feud for no reason,
Moves them apart;
They go the other way
To do a new start.
Carrying this burden
Just makes them slow,
Let these bad memories
Vanish with the flow.
Life has to go ahead,
It is just one way.
Send your well wishes
Even if you cannot convey.

Peace be upon everyone...

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Once upon a dream, a girl sought a home.

On tree branches and beneath stones.

Once upon a dream, a girl found home.

Within a being that was her own.

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Society Rules. 

Here I stand before thee all. 

Full of imperfections and flaws . 

Never was I born for brawls

Nor was I to appease ya all.

Oh how suffocating they are.

Being rude and commanding us all is not rude.

How crude thou can be .

Oh the society rules. 


Some predefined laws they are.

Bruising the one writhes to be free.

Some brutal ropes they are binding you tight till you bleed.

Keep it down ! Don't show you guts.

Oh my God how they drive us to nuts!

They don't care if you bruise. 

Oh these society rules.


Some lose their wealth.

Some lose health.

To just fit in the quote of "What they'd say".

But sadly never anyone finds their bay.

When this haze will go away.

The haze of ideology.

The fog of obsolete rules.

Oh these society rules…

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Complexity

People tell me that I'm too simple as I don't wear the clothes which are trending in the current time. Most of the people thought that their Complexity is showcased by their clothes, their character is represented by their clothes by their physique by their face colour. This is the truth which most of the people follow...

For me Complexity is found in a person who don't wear clothes which are trending, who don't discriminate anyone's on the basis of colour , clothes and beauty. The complexity of your character is represented by your soul. Not by your wealth. They are beautiful who have beautiful soul to whom Money or wealth is not a token of representing their character. Representing what you don't have is the worst thing, and showing what you got is also the worst thing but the best thing is appreciating what you are now and being what you are is the Complexity of your soul which can't be compared from anyone else....
I'm what I wanna be, giving my efforts on me to be the best...

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Title : She

She is broken inside, but a high tide..
Lovely in a gaze ,but still a maze ..
She is optimum..
Thought infinitum..
But yet a crumb,
in other's eyes.
She let go those cries,
that cease her fly to the skies,
She doesn't care about the nero ,when she herself a shero...
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The Ignorant Man


Ignorant
Of how wide and deep
The sea of ignorance is.

Therefore he
Who drowns in its mid
Thinks he can cross it
Himself.

With those feeble
Arms, no, senses of his
One wonders
How far he can go.



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As the nightly hour strikes two
I sit quietly to think of You,
Of what all I seek for
When insanity is at the door.
Yearned to sail so far away
But that joy is yet to reach my Bay;
Will to have my hands at flow,
Aghast the world stopped; stopped my Go.
Days, now I spend, sitting idle;
Living the Present, a massive hurdle.
Woes and worries of the Days to come,
Incessantly, in my mind they hum.
Why are You at cross with me?
Look here, my misery don't you see...
Fear has overpowered my tiny little Faith
I see no way; dejected should I turn to Death?

O my dear Life, can you hear me...

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Not Here

I saw her in the mirror ,

She was same 

Nothing changed.

But the tears were not there.


Her lifeless orbs still sobed,

But this time everything has been robbed.

This time the hope wasn't there .

Her lips were there , but the sound was not there.


The mirror will shatter again she knew.

They will do it again she knew.

But 

Would she be alive this time

This she did not know.


All she knew was ...her soul was not in there.

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Can I just rush to a place where no one’s ever been to?
Sit quietly with my head on the grass. The land unseen fake smiles, and the breeze kissing me with an assurance of better times.
For once can I not have anyone by my side whispering everything will be all right,
But holding my hand through the storm within has calmed down.
For all I need is the thought of my smiling genuine, not for a joke, but with a feeling.
In the end, all we crave is the solitude of content.

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Gossamer’s Thread

Dreams, I weave
With gossamer’s thread
Only to see them
Broken and shred
For peace, I yearn
For love, I long
Only to find myself
At a place, I misbelong
Alas, it comes true
The nightmare, I dread
I break into pieces
Like gossamer’s thread.

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Gossamer’s Thread

Dreams, I weave
With gossamer’s thread
Only to see them
Broken and shred
For peace, I yearn
For love, I long
Only to find myself
At a place, I misbelong
Alas, it comes true
The nightmare I dread
I break into pieces
Like gossamer’s thread.

I wonder sometimes how would it feel to touch the sunshine.
I wonder sometimes how would I feel to face it with smile.
I wonder sometimes what if I opened my cage.
The jail whom I am captive of.
I wonder sometimes, why won't unclench my fists.
And let the ropes slide, which are tieing my wrists.
And here I sit crouched in my own cage.
Captive of my own self.
Just craving the sunshine that's outside.

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Title :Loneliness


Lonely he is as his dreams lying in the couch,
senses wandering around still're out of touch.

Lonely he is as bare foot hitting the ground,
clouds and sounds whip a glum to walking dead.

Lonely he is as winter morning smoky foggy breaths,
stiffs and stuffs, tricks and trucks so uncleared ends.

Lonely he is as courtroom waiting for a sentence,
lost in the dreams as always looking for repentance.

Lonely he is as his life waiting for a smile,
what he expects and what he gets sugar in the Nile.


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Souring above the sky
Fulfilling her life.
She soured above the wheat ,
She soured above the paddy.
She soured above the highlands,
She soured above the gardens .
She soured happily, feeling her hair dance,
her freedom , never left her glance .
The abstract nouns of happiness,
The feeling of joys.
She flew when she pleased .
She flew where she pleased .
Her wings gliding and slaying the air.
Her eyes twinkled with joy
And she felt like a floating buoy.

She gasped ! And woke up.
Awakened from her beautiful dream.
Stead if freedom she found herself behind the bars of concrete
What was all this beat ? She thought .
Something warm was on the floor.
Something sticky was in the ground.
Her wings lay far from her reach,
drowned in her own blood,her back was bleached.
Her hair matted with sweat and blood.
Her back bleeded , void of wings.

Then,
there was darkness.
everything was null of light .
When she realised....
She had lost her Flight!!
She had lost her flight...

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just a random thought in rain

Hey Rain..! Rain..! Rain..!
Why don't you come and let me love again.
Break the silence, whisper through the ears,
spritz lyric feelings that I can dream years.


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Robert knew now there was no other option. 

It was time to call one of his most trustworthy friends. But he gripped his phone harder. Is this right?

He gazed right through his transparent phone. And then he focussed back to read the number on the diary, one that he knew since the start of time. Over two decades, this phone number was the only familiarity, a friendship that knew no limits. 

Robert gasped. Dialled the number and stood up.

“Privet,” said Robert.

A very sensual and bold, fulfilling yet surprised female voice answered on the other end 

“Robert?”

“Yes Val,”

“Hmmm,” 

They both took a short pause.

“Bad timing?”

“Spare me the formalities Robert,” she said aggressively.

“I’m in a sort of a pickle.”

“Why not? You call me after three years.”

“Angry?”

“That’s not what you want to ask.” Her voice felt like the coldest winters the Siberia had to offer.

Robert refused to be defeated, he uttered, “I would rather—”

“Three years no contact. You abandoned your last job. I had to take responsibility!” She was pretty damn loud.

“You know what went down there,” he said while he combed through his long hair with his fingers.

“What else do you expect me to do?” she raised her voice a little.

“Nobody messes around with the Elites.”

“OK. What do I owe this phone call then?”

“You know what? I shouldn’t have called you.”

“STOP,” she said loudly. “You’d never call me unless you were in a situation.”

Robert gasped again. He held the papers from the letter that had the names, photographs and addresses of the five men appended with only the photograph of the sixth so called ‘victim’. 

“Yurina was kidnapped…”

“What?” 

“They were five Rebels hitting some spy and Yurina happened to pass by. They were about to kill her as she was the live witness. But I managed to save her. You know how ridiculous she is.”

“And then?”

“I managed to kill four but the fifth one killed himself with poison while I was interrogating him.”

“What do you need me for now?”

“The Chief,” he said. “Joseph wants me to find the real names and locations of those spiritless.”

“This is hilarious!” She shouted. “What am I to you Robert?”

“The person I trust the most.”

“Is this some kind of a stupid game to you?”

“All my contacts are lost after the Mafia came back. I don’t have a magic stick to just enchant and get myself some wood.”

“Yes you do, but you used it to fuck your way through the military without ever thinking about me.” The look on her face was really messed up and disappointed.

“The Elites had a sniff on this. They’re going to hit us hard if I don’t get a thing. Both the Chief and I will be on their aim if we don’t provide a report.” Robert clenched his fist tightly and dabbed his forehead with it.

“What do the Elites have to so with all this?”

“They always talk about some huge breach. In April all in Black one will be roaming everywhere like ants. And I don’t want to lose the influence on the MPCG.”

“I don’t do the old jobs anymore Robert.”

“Val, I know you will.”

“Suka! (Bitch)” she said. For Robert, her voice, even if it was angry and disappointed, was still as sweet and reassuring as it was a decade and a half ago. 

The two waited for each other to reply on the phone for a few moments. Valentina was holding on to an old photograph.

“Do you remember our days Val?”

Valentina took a few heavy breaths. 

“Don’t do this!” she said loudly.

“VALENTINA! PLEASE…” 

This almost swayed Valentina. The last word pierced her like a bayonet. This was the first time. Why me? Especially after everything that happened between us. She started feeling breathless and nervousness took over her.

“I’ll think about it,” saying this she hung up the phone.

Robert also reached out to a huge box under his bed. It had all the military uniforms wrapped in transparent sheets. And under all that another box. The box had a handful of shielded physical drives. And a photograph.

It was the same one. 

The photograph with the two standing close together.

Smiling without a worry in the world.

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Since I would rot
By staying for long
In the room

And you'd dry up
By roaming about
In the sun

Since my spine
Is strong and can bear
The pound of the rain

And your skin
Is soft, capable of giving
Peace and warmth

Instead to lose
Ourselves competing in
What the other should do

Shouldn't we bind together
And be one
Like the tree?

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