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September

Soft eyes of brown, hair a cascade of curls, 
Your smile, a contagion that enraptured the world,
Dispositions like whispers of a wondrous spell, 
With a handshake, you wove stories only our hearts could tell.
Fell deep and fast, no escaping your snare, 
One touch, one glance, a universe we'd share, 
In stolen glances, a secret dance took flight, 
A symphony of hearts, hidden from plain sight.

But time played its hand, as years unfurled, 
Our paths diverged in this big, wide world, 
Said our goodbyes, with dreams to chase, 
Destinies calling in their different space

Then a call unexpected, like a forgotten melody's trace,
"I like you," your words whispered across time and space, 
In that moment, a chapter revisited, a page turned anew, 
My heart's ink bled emotions, vibrant and true.
Four months, you were the canvas of my dreams, Every brushstroke a memory, painted in golden beams, 
In your presence, time danced to a secret tune, 
Little did I know, it would all end too soon.

September's touch, a fading sunset's gloom, 
With splintered hopes I'm crying on my roof, "Boyfriend isn't my norm," your words so cold, 
Left me adrift, in memories I hold.

So here I stand basking in the glory of my naivety,
A masterpiece of trust, my own little activity,
Regreting how beautifully my heart danced to your deceiving song,
Now I'm lost in the notes of what went wrong.
Pieces of my heart in my hand, 
Punishing myself for not understanding your plan.

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Sorrows

You melted my dreams,
Casted it on your expectations,
Slammed it on me,
To mesh with it with determination.
Draining myself for you,
Still heard what you have done?
Before I close my eyes every night,
I wonder,do you ever love?
You mock at my feelings,
That peep through my eyes,
It's of heartache you gave,
But I am tounge tied.
You care of me sometimes,
And it's alleviating,
I forget all my sorrows,
And think you're loving.
But when the daydream shatters,
And I come in light,
All I see,
Love is but a blight.
I cannot utter "I hate you",
I feel neither,
Though you made me hate myself,
Or the world either.
Everyone says,
I should be loving you,
But I donot feel suchlike,
I feel like I am at the darkest roads,
Forlorn,
Deaf and muted,
I cannot even scream or cry.


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Failure

And all it happened
As i feared
Turned into life
A nightmare
When i touched the flame
I burned down
All my ashes
Lingered around
Seeing the sky
Lying on disgust
Can never bring stars
Into your palm anigh.
Awake
And revive
From those ashes
And burn down those stars 
With victory of crashes.


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If Only My Wish Would Come True

If only my wish would come true, 
I would wish for you.
For you , my darling,
To be at my side,
When I am riding my life ride,
Or when I would be washed away 
By death tide,
I would wish no one but you
even for  eternal life.

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A Poem From Death Bed

No more need to rhyme
and, anyway, no time.
'n never enough line-

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I Wonder

Sometimes I look at the stars 
And I wonder,
How far have I came,
What have I become?
Are there miles yet to go,
Or a just a hundred thumps,
To feel the wind hit my face,
Or crash with a thud.

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Broken Paradise

The world is broken,
So Am I,
Bleeding grief ,
Through cracks of Mosaic.
It wasn't aliens,
Who plunged the sword,
Scouring the substrates,
To excavate their rewards ,
The were my own,
Love and bones,
Who I could not bear anymore ,
So I close my eyes close.
But the pain still lingers,
From surface to soil,
So should I dread the grudge ,
And agitate the turmoil?
Or
Should I lay,
As calmless as I?
Or 
Should I bleed,
Till the cold death clutches
My soul?
As I watch them meet their fate,
As they destroy a shelter of their own.

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Ugly

Your eyes are shining embers,
Beckoning the ones,
Lost in storm of life sea.
Persevering the sabotages,
Turmoil brewing,
But they ignore me,
Why are you so repulsed ,
At the sight of me?
Am I that ugly?

Your hands are strong
Upholding the beacon
With mighty determination 
So why do they withdraw
When I am crying
At your feet?
Why are you so repulsed ,
At the sight of me?
Am I that ugly?

Your voice is the sound that rings
All the time in my mind
Bitter but soft
But why don't they ever
Spell the name of me?
Am I that ugly?

I drift, I splash,
I collide,I collapse,
Just for one solce, 
Will you ever find me?
Or
You are just repulsed ,
At the sight of me
I am that ugly .

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Why Humans Are Like That

Why are the humans like that?
Filled with wile and treachery,
Using others as doormat,
Wittingly.
Can't they be simple?
Pristine,
As ripples,
As machine,
Who can't lie.

Why humans are such quintessence ,
Of sham drudgery?
Climbed on the fence,
Avidly.
Can't they just be good?
No hate, no tricks,
Just love throughout.
No cynicism,no narcissism,
everyone equal around.

I wonder ,
How good the earth
Could have been.
If it was shaped on 
Anvil of love and peace.

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December

On a bleak-cold icy day,
When everything was white and grey,
When frost benumbed my hands,
I stumbled on a frozen lake,
That was tumulted with life and sand.
I put a step forward,
And then I sunk down,
To drink the exilir of happiness,
Abandoning my barbed crown.
Time tangled in ice lattice,
And I walked through the aisle of memories,
Of warmth and cold ,
Of basking in the sun,
In the freezing winters,
Of late december.
Of cold winds,
And Christmas lights,
Of carolings and bribes.
But now I am trammeled,
In a suburban house,
No one knocking at the door,
No one strutting around. 



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