Lost world of words

Evening is still young

Sun has not gone home yet

Even as the clouds try to cover

The sky with its massive blanket

Rays of light over shadows it

With tinge of silvery brightness

I am alone waiting for night

To see the stars again

To throw dreams

At them

As I lost my way

Somewhere

I want to ask

For guiding lights

To open up new paths

Towards a lost world

Of words where I weaved

The canvas of imagination

To paint my words

With unseen colors

And spread splashes of joy

To those who might read one day

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Freedom

Today, I am having my liberty

After slicing down the vultures

Of worries that kept scaring me

When I looked back at my past

I found myself sneaking past

Worries by being coldblooded

With empty hands and mind

I can just walk in rain calmly

Enjoying a banter with the clouds!

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Suicide

Solemn journey towards peaceful obscurity

Untied from bonds and tiring obligations

Ignited by the passion for a great escape

Capitulated heart with broken dreams and tears

Identifies this medicine as cure for all ills and miseries

Dare to turn around and see the real sufferers in pain

Entice the mind to live; life can be your curing miracle

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I love you from the bottom of my heart

I live with a hope that my

Love will find its way to

You, one day

 From the moment, I met you

The wishful heart craved for you   

Bottom to top it beat the rhythm

 Of your dreams and smile

My wish is to keep them sparkling with

 Heartily promise to wipe your tears all along 

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Lonely

Laboring days and nights with an aura of funeraL

Obsolete like a buried tree on an active volcanO

Nagging someone, guilt- ridden to seek a returN

Even as the door of reconciliation blare in flamE

Left with suave memories in company to prevaiL

Yearns for love to arise from the ruins as a fancy      

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Winter Blues

Wayward life takes its break

In a silent manner

Nudging away

The days

Emitting the

Rays of laziness

Bores and deludes the mind

Lusts the soul to be sad amidst roar

Urging it to stay aloof and idle in cold

Energizes the fears to sizzle as nightmares  

Searches for reasons to hide away in darkness 

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Idyllic Path

This is my path

For my soul searching journey

Pristine stream without ripples

Standing still like a lively canvas

For the reflections of trees aside

I can see the hidden sky

Through the lenses of the morning fog

The reflections look like a green curtain

To shy away the sunshine

The stream in its silence

Tells the story of its love for its surrounding

As they embrace the solemn peace

The zig-zag path goes hidden

While immersing itself in the fog

I saw an abandoned tent

I feel I can rest for a while in it

While burning the logs around

For some heat

And, listen to the silence of nature

May be I can grab some peace

For my beleaguered heart

Confused and smitten by emptiness

Enduring the pain of a lost soul

I hope this path will take me there

Where I can see my lost soul again

In peace and warmth

Forgiving and realizing each other

Once again

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