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With every deep wound
comes the gushing blood
; and with every drop of blood,
comes the ink for your poetry
Hearing words of kindness
From a stranger, a new friend,
(Or anyone for that matter)
Is a rarity these days.
I only bring pain
And disappointment,
Or at least, it seems that way.
But to hear sweet, beautiful words
From a newfound friend
It makes my heart flutter
And fills my somber mind
With joyful, blissful thoughts.
December 23, 2016.
To my newfound friend. May your days be as lovely as your words and writings.
And your chest might feel heavy, dear
but that's only because of gravity.

When someone tries to convince you otherwise,
take them to the pool and float on your backs;
look at the sky and squint at the bright sun

Let the unsaid words
in your blood,
flow into the water

and the 3-kilo breaths
fly into the wind

wash your skin
from all mistakes

and your cerebrospinal fluid
from all toxins

every second
is a new one

don't lose hours,
thinking that only days
are a fresh start
Some say that time will heal..
No.. time only dulls the pain, the reason behind it never fades.
What if when the time comes for our sins to be paid and  all we have left is our wishes for a time long forgotten..
What if happiness only comes to us after death?
Rain falls; licks, and tastes-
drips and drops from contours, traced.
Lightning's lash, electric laced;
anxieties anticipate
but under clouds bears no escape-
and here I find my fury: fate.
Twisted bouquet of buildings placed;
no windows, stares an eyeless face.
Hollowed husks commiserate,
though storm will wash and dissipate.
These diseased dreams lie dead, disgraced;
tombs for what I desiccate,
and blood upon this dead landscape;
but hurriedly, its here I haste
for fear of losing steady pace.
And just like that her whole world came shattering down

And  just like that she fell into the arms of the devourer of beauty.

And Just falling to get back into the same old routine.

And yes she knew about the master
manipulator.

And yes, she was too naive to care.

And just like that the beautiful world that was once an aura of colors, is shades of black

And just like that the color of his eyes seized to exist.

And just like that she realized the love she'd always wanted in solitude.

And somehow being in black and white brought out the true beauty being alone
How was your journey? She asked.

It is going good. Just watching the mirror and i am looking hot.

She: wow :)

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Everything was true untill watching the mirror.
He was missing her actually.
Missing her
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