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The Darkest Hour

From the time the sun sets,
the time moon came,
the time world sleeps,
the time nothing remained same...
the hour before sunrise,
the little time left
for the end of the nigh ..
the visible last star,
tells the story of that dark hour..
the seem less sky,
the rustling winds,
the eerie thoughts,
whistling to me , my sins,
it was the time clock stopped,
the world became quite,
the cold sets the room,
it happens every night..
the rain drops on my window,
making faces in the dark,
for i , i am laying down the bed,
hearing a dog bark..
the past , sleeping beside me, staring at me with
its eyes red,
all these years have passed,
still those blood stains,
haven't yet shed...
i hear them scream,
i hear them speak,
which is enough ,
for me to freak..
the night is terrifying,
more than knowing my doom,
the crackling noises coming from the outside,
gives chills to my room..
just then i saw a black mist,
not that afraid now,
it came closer to me,
i was ready to welcome it with a bow,
for the mist could kill me at that time,
which is better than the memories killing me all the time,
suddenly,there are no 
more audible voices,
the dreams became peaceful and serene,
i finally found my way,
i am coming clean,
now that the hour has passed me by,
and i can say it with a sigh..
i was the savior,
i had the guts,
to walk the tallest tower,
to live that darkest hour.

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An Ode To Dog Ears

In times of utmost vulnerability,
When a choice has to be made; 
alas, a long queue,
The folded corner of a sheet, 
dog ear, they say, 
Fortunately, comes to rescue. 

Inconvenience, without a doubt, 
A struggle, perhaps, for the paper 
doesn't speak, and infliction of ink, 
a catastrophe.
Then how, if at all, anything of an 
Utmost importance, be accentuated,
For the methods are few, 
The folded corner of a sheet, 
dog ear, they say, 
Fortunately, comes to rescue.

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The Multiverse Theory

“She began her journey in the search of truth,
Stumbled upon a thought that changed her in entirety,
Drunk at 4AM, driving at 125Km/h she saw a light flickering near,
Speed thrilled but never in her life had she felt such fear.”

Some place in past, near or far, don’t know for exact,
Someone penned down a conjecture,
It subsided all of the truth and the lies,
A belief was molded,
With many distant sighs.
She was taught from the beginning,
A rhythmic lie was sown,
“With each collapsing star in this universe,
 A new universe is created, the exact opposite of our own.”
For her, the longing for beloved quenched her heart,
For he had died a long time ago,
And now she is back at the start.
For every dead, there’s a living,
For every truth a lie,
For every pain there’s a reason,
For every question, a sigh.

Driving at 125Km/h she witnessed the light,
The light, many died to see,
The light, many killed to be.
One go into and all different then,
Echoes around,
Counting to ten,
“Stop here, you are missing him”
Her one true love waving as she goes,
In the stream of light,
To a distant world,
When stopped, found him again,
But in an altered story, an altered name.

Still hoping for him to love her same,
Start afresh,
Oh! The cosmos and their stupid games.
(A universe exact opposite of our own)
Constantly bugging her brain,
Numb, she couldn’t feel or see,
Hoping to exist in his realm,
In the afterlife,
Proceeded to kill self.
Knife in one hand, emptiness in the other,
In the blender of non-existence
Exhaled, “maybe somewhere,
In the multiverse, there’s a version of me,
And you, a fleet of hope,
That we are meant to be.”

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Rainy Day Thoughts, 3

~ Megha ~
Millions of secrets. The heat of the winter sun.
 Classical music. Just loud enough to hear. Old
 worn-out sweater, the warmth within. Too many
 picture frames on the wall of their mind. Too many
 pictures to be clicked. Rings on every finger, each
 having a meaning attached to it. Written reminders.
Everywhere to go,  everything to learn but not
 enough time for it all.

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Kal-Sa-Ri-Kan-Nit

Trapped in 
the wilderness.
I drink.

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Silence

Frozen . Senseless . Numb .
in the nothingness 
that surrounds me ,
no heart could beat ,
no voice be heard , 
no song be sung ,
a million miles from here it occurred .
i have seen the place of beauty ,
have lived in those days ,
i have seen the voices change,
everything changed .

Its cold to remember,
the chilly december,
when feelings froze in time ,
Its hard to find ,
them back inside ,
and come back like a shining dime.

People change ,world moves,
life becomes a memory ,
time flies , people rise ,
I find myself in a similar quandary.

There's million thoughts running ,
through my head right now,
but this sheet just lie there blank,
somehow.

So i lay here ,
Frozen , Senseless , Numb,
with no fear of Death,
the pain that held my heart ,
for too long,
was starting to fade away ,
and now ,
of all those curses they whispered,
silence-- silence is what i heard.

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Truth and Reality

When the colors of sorrow fade away,
When the leaves come back to life,
When the shadows of the past finally lifts up,
When living went rife,
What an enchanted illusion,
Reality is, like a lullaby
For we are still children,
Grown enough to cry,
When the people start to love,
Another not because they are bound,
And life will be beautiful,
Like the ocean breeze and dulcet sounds.
For what life has taught us is,
More than we can soak in,
But the virtue of living,
Depends on all our sins.
When the colors starts to fill again,
When the leaves starts to fall,
When the shadows become people,
When living unheard the call,
What a surprise,
This life brings,
It indisputably lies ahead,
Like night after day 
And morning after night,
If only it could stop,
And change the course of time,
Oh what a wonder that would be,
If life was played,
Just like a game,
And a game no to be won,
Loved cherished and understood,
For the same.
When people begin to leave,
And scars come back again,
When life is all about giving,
And it all is back to normal
Again.
Oh what a strange illusion 
Reality is.

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The Place I Wanna Be

Remember the time that we used to see,
All the things that we thought we could be,
The dreams which once felt too bright,
Yet the sun came without the light,
The winter rain,
Falling from the heaven,
Wished the time to seize,
When we were eleven,
The age we barely know,
 Yet we feel it in the winter snow,
The moments keep flashing in front of me,
Because I know it’s not the place I want to be,
Rather a place I thought I’d like,
Yet the pain was unbearable the first time it strike,
The moon too is hiding from its shadow,
Like a bird alone singing in the meadow,
With no one noticing,
No one hearing,
But living in the world which has lost its caring,
Saw a boy playing with stones,
He must be five or seven,
Then I thought of us being eleven,
No worry for tomorrow,
No Brocken hearts,
No falling in love,
No failing charts,
Then came a voice,
Screaming from the sky,
‘Life’s hard, life’s dumb, but at the end it all die’,
Childhood is the place I want to be,
It’s the simple truth,
That no one see,
People act so wise,
They pretend what they can never be,
Yet I want to go back when I was eleven,
And spend some time,
Living in the world,
Which is thousand miles away,
Because there’s no way,
I could stay,
Ladder on ladder,
Step by step,
WHAT A TIME IT WAS!!!
When we were in prep,
The rain came without the clouds,
I wondered a lot how that could be,
With all the things bestowed upon me,
Yet I want to be eleven again,
Wish I could walk again to that lane,
Lane which was so simple to cross,
Now it’s difficult,
It can’t be decided with a toss,
I remember that time,
That we used to see,
All those places that we want to be,
Those toffee cravings,
Those toys rack,
Those fantasies,
I wish,
To them I could go back.

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Retention

The Memory of you,
was like the unheard echo,
in the depths of the sea.

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Solace

She found solace
in silence
as the commotion of life 
abandoned her .