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I feel cold,
I see you walk on toe-tip,
faint whispers from frail lips.
and I see the way you hide,
dissolving somewhere inside.

I see you in blur
fusing with others.
pushed by the chaos
to a deeper, darker side .

and you sway
you smile, deride.
I am in misery,
I am lost in a tide.

and you are flowing
in the circles of white
locking my sight,
with your maudlin eyes.

thoughtless, I hope to move
but my ankles are tied.
You are blooming in full glow
as I chafe, stuck in ides.

I am so afraid
I am so concerned about myself
that I may lose, that I may need help.
that you may no longer be there
tired of the wait
tired of me being so late.
tired, just tired.
and then you will walk away.

and you did walk away.

Ciao!

Deleting Browsing history

Again,
I looked into your pale eyes
and your rusted words.
I remembered, relived
the juvenile anxiety,
felt the lost ecstasy, the pain,
the loss.

And this time,
I laughed
at my mistakes.
there were no fine strokes,
only faint, broad pictures,
living in the corner of my memory.

And I know I misunderstood
so much so many times,
I mistook so many signals.
I lost so many battles.
but still I don't feel wounded.
I am not hurt.
And that is my Win.

So,
I got up and lit up a fire.
and gently put, whats left,
over this gentle pyre.

So Long!

Spring and after effects.

Well I,
twitched and twirled
whirled and swirled
had a laugh
had some fun.

For once I,
didn't thought
what is what
drink or drought
stopped to learn

And I freed myself
from all the worries
and
all mordant thoughts
all the sob stories

and then,
I pulled myself out of harm
and then,
I scurried to your arms.

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Enough. Enough Now.

B-Bye

But where was I,

When the spring blew whistles

Over the swaying trees?

And where was I,

When golden foliage was getting

Crushed Beneath novelty’s feet?

Where was I, then?

Where were you?

Ah! Listening to birds’ ephemeral songs,

We strolled sans care on the ageing grass,

Deeming in that it will last.

You flipped your creed.

You were there, I see.

But where was I, then?

May be I was outside your glass palace,

When you were blowing those mournful sighs,

Glancing over shoulder, to your wasteful dreams.

Forgetting a part of that waste was “I”.

Trespassing your memory kaleidoscope,

My face must have surfaced and then eloped.

As you jittered inside your glasshouse,

I saw you.

Yes, I was then, there.

And I am still, here

Outside your house of glass,

Among the insignia of past.

I see you,

You have emotions still waving

As you laughed, you smiled

And then you cried.

You are still living,

I am watching you numb,

I have already died.

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