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Harshaahh Haridas Poem
The winds of darkened eyes kept me in the jar of rainy days,
Ghosted minds of echoing pain made in the hearts of fiery furnace,
Driven me to the gazes of twilight's shade,
Where shadows play, and petals fade.
Burning skies of melancholy days,
Hoping heart of seeking pains,
Cleared in the droplets of darkening phase,
Kept me in the fridges of narrowing minds.
Drafted days of sorrowful grins,
Into the heats of merry daily wins,
The thought of being in the attempting suicides,
Where the mates stared with the framed eyes.
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Harshaahh Haridas Poem
And in the nights of moonlit days,
She captured the shattered windows of pains
The ending nights into the caves,
Where she went with the shattered pains
Made her thought of a trance of hope
Where the hate whisper the beauty of shades.
But to the hate of deadly gaze,
The darkened waves, off the solace into the wavy grane.
Into the heart of shady trace,
She goes with the movement of rage.
The aches of heart makes her deep,
Into the soles of fiery sleep.
Where she ended the eyes of race,
Met into the graves of shadowy traits
The final night meant in the dark of a creep,
Creates a flame of dancing deep.
Went by the lights into caves,
Founded herself with blazes of blades.
All that flames met in the eyes,
Carved her heart into the shape of glaze.
The burning steel made her alive,
Into the veins of reels of live.
Wavy shades of teary bloods,
Kept in the shiny phase locked blades.
To herself, in the midway night,
Kept her eyes by the molten steels of teary fate.
And in the garden of shivers, down in the alley,
Inherited powers of teary blades of fiery,
Slotted the awaiting eyes into darkened sea,
Where the canvas feared and flee.
The apricity of blood shaped the blade,
Into the heart of sinking sins of fade.
And into the face of clearing shades,
She made a new way of creepy blades.
To the moon of scars that slotted fairy games,
She ended up making her own canvas of rains.
Wholly the depth of shades that resides,
Went into the phase of fears of decides.
A flame that flickers reared her eyes,
Met into the ways of teary ice.
The bleeding words shown into the ways,
But the slotted jar ended up in the depths of days.
The burning blades sheared and fade,
Where the melting steels cleared and shade.
Heart of race kept in the plane of dying days,
Worn into the cases of bleeding tales.
The movement of rage kept into the plane,
In the nightes of shades of pain,
The scars talked to the wavy ocean of rain,
The amidst shown the wholly creation of gain.
Copyright © Harshaahh Haridas | Year Posted 2026
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