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The Eternal Question: God, No God, Maybe God

There was a phase when I was lost 
A time when I was void of thought 
I stood still and started to walk 
With every step I leaned down 
Every second, I found myself in a let down
With each breath i lost a crown 

In my path I found a glass 
I picked it up and saw my past 
It was an abyss
The place I lived 
I closed my eyes, i wished to die 
I approached my death with a smiling face
More like a hollow laugh with a borrowed face 

A last sorryy
and I started to fall 
A light emerged from up above 
A hand was passed to the man never heard 
A grace was passed to the man on the deservings last 
His heart redeemed through shadows of the past 

Sins erased 
Mistakes embraced 
And he was given a whole new place 
To live
To shine 
To make his life right
To become the loyal servant of might
He is a believer 
He is now The wanderer's retriever

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Runner

He runs, not to win,
But to escape the silence that haunts him,
A hum that's too loud
On the path that no one knows about.
He runs and goes
Without a globe.
People he left, they all mourn.

Yet still he goes through breaking dawn,
Running from the shadows that dwelled his lawn.
The line of time that cut his throat,
The same ones whom he loved the most.
What he thought was the candle of birth
Was a flame to burn his hut,
A promise wrapped in silent lies,
A dawn that dimmed in vacant skies.

He runs and runs
To the morning’s face,
A light that felt like grace.
He fixed his path,
A path unknown.
He runs through that path
To unveil the throne,
A throne that he once met,
A throne that loved him, but he never cared.

That path gets filled with echoes,
Echoes from the throne.
It calls him,
It summons him—
And though he's scared, he runs towards it,
Through smoke and ashes,
Through endless nights.
His eyes are fixed,
And so he runs with all his might.

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The awful rain

I Loath rain
Each drop akin a piercing sword,
Like swords dropping from mighty lord
Weighing my pain, and ravishing my heart
Sharp as light, wrecking my might,
Taking me captive as my heart is light,
From an extent unknown
To depths I've never known
And my world?
It's all but raining since you left
I sit by side of nothing
I see the view of abyss
A vague light is all there is, faint and frail
Shimmers of your shadow
Haunting me like a dying tale
My world is raining 
As if rain is all that ever was
Grief lingers as my emotions wither into oblivion
A pale world is all it has become
lost in echoes, deaf and numb
A world ablaze with golden beam
Is now a graveyard void of gleam
The memories pain
The echoes stay 
For haunting love I'm still it's prey

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The Poet and the Poem

Oh!
To be loved by the poem,
The stanzas by the universe
Every word a star, 
Period a blue sphere and
Lapse of Eternity.
Deep eyes of Nova
Staring at a mere me
On a sphere of petty weigh
In the silence of chaotic plane
A stare and it all comes to pause
The works of world,
Sun let to dry and
Moon an ashen rock,
Waves of blue expanse, winds and light
All are at halt.
I in a millionth of a million of continuing cosmo, stand still 
For am I even deserving of being the poet of a poem by the universe?
Of forsaking my name at the end with a tilde?
This tranquility of a stare!
Why does it ache? 
Yet so in order
In peace

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Tragedy

Indie swizz
Green and white 
On top of hills 
A view unlike 
A tale of heaven, a place to repent 
Now is none but a grave of men,

The song of winds turned to echoes of mist, 
The crown of hind, now blood missed 
Quite waters, a red fountain 
Land of joy now weeps with mothers' cries
A bride, a child travelled to enjoy 
But the bullets pierced the house's spine 

Those who rose from side across 
Left precise, showed no remorse 
Pairs all broke, thrice all torn
The one's who left can only mourn 
A woven day in a ruined past 
Shook the world, now and will
A lesson learned 
To never forgive

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The leaf that never turned green

Do I call it an unhealthy obsession?
The insanity of my restless mind? 
A picture-perfect story, unsuited for the frame 

But would it be too much to ask for?
To record every laugh of yours
To capture every fleeing second of your frame
To hear your voice on an endless loop,
To love you a little more and then again a little more in a cycle untill I'm a fallen leaf 
Would that be too much to ask for? 

A picture-perfect story when I don't even have a picture 
To hold onto you forever? 
I never knew if this would happen, If it would end on good terms, Or if it would ever truly begin. 

Your eyes-serendipity etched in my life- You're ineffable, beyond words for this world. 
And yet, I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said it so. 

I won't ask why it ended like this. 
I won't ask why it never began.
Maybe, in another universe, The threads connected as they should 

But here, i lost the golden string that was destined to bind us. 
Would it be too much to ask, to manifest a dream when there's nothing left to weave? 

I'd still ask for a little more
To hold onto those moments, to stay just a little longer with you.
Would that be too much to ask for?

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Triumph

Cosmos echoes,
Stitching its secrets into the hem of abyss,
With the echoes' cry and
our pride touching the firmaments
Lancing the veil,
We heard the secrets, 

The echo's confession
What dare it sung?
A declaration?
Stars blasting the triumph of pride
We now have
The conqueror of skies
The one who is our greatest pride, 

He, who shall sail the cosmos
On the quest of axiom
Taming the tempest on dragon's back
To rule the dark and step into the untold
To unveil the veil
And build an era to behold

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The unquenched

To kill the quenching thirst 
I let myself be cursed 
The damned thirst stood still 
Like a little snowy hill 
"Water! Water!" I begged for 

But none cared at all 
The rain also never came
I wandered into a cave
Dark shadows and me together 
Like a rainy day weather 

I escaped from the cave 
But thirst didn't went away
Soon i found an oasis
I ran there—and what!
It was just another abyss

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Drowner

In the tide's peril, through dusky snare
I fall low, i submerged slow, and when they call me, i drift below 
I am lost, I am alone
I am but a shadowed self of my own 
Striding, fleeing and now I'm drowning 

Deeper and deeper, i reached randevou's crown 
I reach, but nothing holds me near
Echoes vane, no voices here 
I found none to whom I'm dear 

Walking on the path of sand,
Down and drown, but can't stand,
In the deep abyss i found a man
Swirling like bay, warmer than may
He stretched his arm, he found me astray
He found me lost and taught me to pray 

I sailed above, hiking through love 
Now canva's lightning, darkness is bluing 
I see the sky, i found the migh
Now no dusk can keep me by 
I found the migh
With his power, now I stand still
I stand by

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What was it?

Disaster? Or desire?
What was it?
Satan's curse? Or God's grace?
I see myself midst ying and yang 
But what in real was it?
A lesson? Or a loss? 

From flowing water to crystal ice 
And now broken from inside into fragments of mine 

Love and hate, ups and downs, laughter and fear in a month's let down
Now it's all gone, it roams in past, in the time gone by, 

Now I'm a lighthouse guarding the shores of a forgotten love, guiding ships in hope of finding the ship meant for my shore, 

I am but a closed window hiding behind the curtains of rock, showing the world of my velvet veil of moonlight as if I am the wavy stone, 

You're my moon, whom I love from the distance I can see you from, cherish you for my life time....
In the end it's just me and my delusion, 

The curve of her smile, the echo of her laughter
I fill pages with metaphors, in hope to seek and capture what words cannot, but somewhere between the lines I forgot she's the poem 
The stanzas written by the universe but not for me, i assume 

The unkind universe and the evil fate won't let you talk to me
The threads unwoven left us tangled in different worlds yet so close, 

Oh! This hollow ache 
This endless yearning 
I would take a million of it a million times, if it gave you back to me
Maybe then we'll find ourselves in the ruins of what we lost