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Selfishly Artistic

And one day
Out of the blue I wondered, 
about those million little sacrifices that have been made
Because of which, the desires burning inside
Had no option other than to fade
How many times, the times not liable to be counted
must have a young mind came to a standstill
Barricading his thoughts, 
On something so rare
Just to complete his leftover tasks, which are materialistic
Leaving behind the poem on his mind
Ohh dear tactless world, he's an Altruistic! 

And how many times, the times not liable to be counted
must have a young hand come to a standstill
Dwindling hands, resisting hard
Something so pure
Just to complete his leftover tasks which are materialistic
Leaving behind the tune he discovered
Being constrained by time, he's an Altruistic! 

Be it a poem or be it a self made tune
Be it a song or be it a tarot card displaying fortune
Be it a book or be it an art occupying whole room
Since the time immemorial, 
A young artist always came to a standstill
Barricading his soul devoured by an art
Be it music, poetry, or fictional heart! 
Being at the superior, yet all these are not at the start
Cause, there exists this tactless world
Powered by possessions materialistic
Making the inhabited souls an absolute altruistic
Altruistic ,for the deeds not worth deserving
And so, we never reached that threshold
where, the greatest films of all times would be made 
The greatest songs of all time would exist
Not just for a while,
but for the time immemorial, 
All the greatest art forms would persist! 
As someday those buried masterpieces would be found
Under the same sky or maybe under the grave
As somewhere there must be a trace
that no one could easily erase
Indicating the beginning of that phase
Where young minds need not to be an altruistic 
Need not to be a materialistic
But, SOLE SELFISHLY ARTISTIC!

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Does it hurt?

Does it hurt? 
Being only left with memories, 
and not with the person.. 
Being left surrounded with someone's words in your ears.. 
Their absence in your life, 
Now bring you tears.. 

Does it hurt? 
Loving someone so hard.. 
You want to stop but you can't! 
Getting attracted to someone's soul  
Not with the particular part.. 
But with the whole..! 

Does it hurt? 
Being more than friends , 
But not exactly lovers.. 
Sharing a nameless bond , 
Just because of others.. ! 

The unrelenting fondness is not taking a pause... 
Attraction is leading me to ignore all ur flaws.. 
 It's definitely not like what it was...!

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Afraid I'm!

I'm new to the scars
They look so harsh
And now I wonder
about the upcoming thunder
Afraid I'm? 
Afraid to surrender! 

I'm new to the burns 
My serenity, looks like they yearns
And now I wonder
about the upcoming blunder
Afraid I'm? 
Afraid to surrender! 

I'm new to the pocks
They entered without any knocks
And now I wonder
what could be another? 
Afraid I'm? 
Afraid to surrender!

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Gray November

November gray, predator's prey
Spark of the day stretched away
The month of gloom 
For so long....don't stay! 
Though time would fly
Yet it's preferential
Cause August slipped away 
And September as well
And so has gone the month of fall
But November isn't gonna be so small
Open to debate? Just wait and see y'all
Time would paralyze me
With no other option rather than to recall
Those words serpent and epoch of reticence
penetrated by reminiscence
avert glancing at that glance
exposing mirages of happiness to stay
As it was running away 
Cause here it is....
November gray, predator's prey
The month of gloom
For so long....Don't Stay
Yet, futile all the prayers are
The month of gloom
Will Stay
Will Stay
Will Stay

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The Moonlight Deception

Realized something unanticipated
Something out of blue
For me, which can't be true
And changed something in my mind for you! 

When I metaphorized you with the moon
When I forgot the word exagerration 
And fancied the truth
The truth which included the impact of ur eyes
The truth which even concealed all of my  lies
And beautified the dark blue skies
With moon in it
Or shall I say with you in it! 

But for a moment if you know you know! 
Moon never had that gaze
Which somewhere only you own
But it possessed the phase
And so it was not ur eyes alone! 
Which left me awake for days
Which made me fall for uh in all possible ways

It was ur voice probably
In addition to those scars
Around which i wish to draw stars
Also, those smirks on that manipulating face
And undoubtedly that gaze
with the sky experiencing haze
Always leaving me amaze! 

Darling, I've fooled this world longer than you know
As it's not always better to show
 that fiction never had impact on me
and so I decepted this world to be unable  to see
but unwillingly, I'm addicted to 'that sea'
In which I'm summoned by your eyes
Knowing that consistency is the key
So I preferred using lies
To hide you from them
Just like the clouds guarding the moon
From getting an evil eye really soon

I hadn't mistook
That you are better than the one in any book
Not alone by the way you look 
by the way you can even cook
But by your soul
Not with the particular part 
but with the whole!

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Ohh dear grandma!

Ohh dear Grandma! 
I love your 'papadum'
I miss the time when you offered me to come
With you at the porch
When the sun had scorched
To help you to knead, roll and flip
The papadum which had a habit to slip
From those tiny little hands of mine
And so you told me to arrange them in a line
Ohh dear Grandma! I miss that time.... 
That time when..
When you sometimes got busy
I used to take a bite
Of that flavoursome dough in a way very quiet
Although it was not at all right
But I loved doing that when you were out of sight
Any other papadum couldn't compete the one which had ur hand's taste
Because on the theme of love and care it was based! 
Maybe I'm missing getting admonished by you
Because I'm fed up being praised
Your words which were impeccably true
Are what always comes in my mind 
when I miss the way how I was raised! 
when I miss how I was always saved
from the rage of my Dad by you
your words which mentioned that "He loves me as if without me his sky isn't blue"
Yeah! Those words were impeccably true! 
Ohh dear Grandma! Lot's of love to uhh!

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Disaster

And so how can you forget
The time when your car sank like a stone
And when it felt like everything was gone
The void came back 
From the journey of miles
Stepping into your heart
Stealing hundreds of smiles

The change that brought a chance
In order to enhance and advance
The way of your endeavoring
To achieve the dreams in the cage
For that you have to have control over rage
Because it's not that stage
when you were kid by age

Sitting in solitude
As if you are messed up and want to disappear
Lost the love with the intention of having nothing to fear
With the hope that someone would hear Someday somewhere someone would help you to bear  
And when someone came with the words opposite to you
and said 
 "love is not something to get fed up from, but a fire to get your energy from" 
Didn't those words heal you somewhere? 
Giving back your smile to you which was like rare
Maybe not to you alone
But to all those who wished for it in their every prayer

And gradually but really
Wasn't it becoming easy? 
Saying goodbye to that void 
With the heart which was not greedy
Somewhere wasn't it becoming easy? 
But paved the way towards distracting you from being a true blue
Even after having moments which were not few
And so it was, is and will be upto you
To either conquer again
Or to become someone else's favorite season
"Whatever happens, happens for a reason"

Now all what you can do is believe
In the reason which only can give you relief
But when you are nothing but just a mess
And your life is more of a stuff of stress
You may doubt that how could you 
Be someone's favourite season
But it could be the truth because
"Whatever happens, happens for a reason"

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A Nostalgic Student

No days, such euphoric, as these! 
Flashbacks passing through me, while I pass through that street
Wondering,to be scolded again, how it feels
Either the same sentiment of rage or the memory that heals
To live in remembrance of those school days, better it feels
No days, such memorable, as these! 

Waking up was hard, dressing up was pain
Milk was must, mom asked "bournvita or plain?"
To learn so many things in that little brain
and to recite it when teacher called my  name
On the day of a test, How I prayed to God it should rain! 
Those school days, I wish I could experience again! 


The heavy books filled inside the heavy bag
When the zip got broken, how I'd to drag 
The colorful chalks, the board which was black
And how with those chalks, we used to attack! 
As a drawback, The teacher shouted "WHAT THE HACK? " 
Those school days, I wish I could go back

Completion of projects, when comes near, the completion of june
Wishing Good morning at the place of good afternoon
Eating with hands, after forgetting the spoon
Pretending stomach pain to avoid PT in sports room
To all those who are in school,
 I wish your school days don't go very soon

To live in remembrance of those school days, better it feels
No days, such memorable, as these!

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Far is she

She lived arcane
Acquainted with none but you
And if somehow, you
slept tranquilly 
And if somehow, you
forgot about ineffability 
Of the epistemology of her
Can surmise to the lie
She chose to die
And if somehow by any chance
You feel like an oblivion
be obliged to pass through the street
she stepped upon
a million little times
And mentioned about you
in her golden notebook
be obliged to go through the pages
messed up! Those now are
to pave the path to disclosure
The dialect or her own fabrication? 
be it any term
No existence of obstruction
Can surmise to the truth
She's no more, gone are the days of her youth 
The death or the divulgence? 
be it any term 
Take the sunflower's inflorescence
if somehow by any chance
You lead your way to her grave
Just ahead of the street
Turn out the remorse there's nothing you failed to gave
 knock back the tears that could fall by chance
As they are going to descend from those eyes
bearing the ocean with no more lies
but, now, to her, it would do no nice
Cause she lived arcane, was never suffice
Those tears would worsen it all
Resent turning them down
From the pupil chocolate brown
which deserves a crown
for their ability to make everyone drown

She lived unknown, known died she! 
Those pages saying it all
She cried alone, alone cried she!
The smell displaying the fall
Lived the dust, those pupils, pupils yet shone
Longing for you, are you answering the call? 
When you went through the pages
Ruined up! Those now are
The fresh sunflower's inflorescence
She liked them, responds the rhythm
Rhythm from violin or was it from guitar? 
Meeker became words, she's now far
Died she sublime, now she's a scar
Died she apt, now she's bizarre
Died she yours, BUT, now she's a star

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The letter finally came

The world won't mind to wait for 'death' when it might be late
But complains to wait for the 'love'
Because what enough they got is hate
Explanation for the journey which made them wait
Just like the attorney, when their lover is late

Downpour of criticism again brought despair
The flood of memories taking a chair
"Knock knock" Sounded the door at my place
And I had to return from that nostalgic phase

Believing it could be any normal order I placed
Of any materialistic thing until an hour ago I chased
The senders address? and my heart raced
I wished it could be anyhow erased

Opened the seal and picked up the letter
Knowing that either it would be worst or maybe better
The same scent with the same ability to shatter
Alphabets dwindled and began to scatter

From the miles I moved on, moved back the miles to me the same
 2 words, 8 letters and I crumbled to burn like a flame 
"Dear Ziva" , After the ages it felt like my own name
From the miles 'The letter finally came'

"Isn't it too late?, what a matter of shame"
I avert those words from coming again
When, from the miles 'The letter finally came'
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