May my chaos embody you.
May you usher in the conundrum.
Let there be tears of mirth on your cheeks............

Sitting on the grass in my lawn,
I had a difficult thought to dwell on.
Suddenly a butterfly came fluttering,
Her wings, in the sun, were shimmering...........

This hand can't stop dancing
Along the voices in my head.

As sunbeams from the window glide in,
The sand's life in an hourglass begins.
A daily life with so much to do, so less to do,
In a silent space surrounded by hullabaloo........

To glorious moonrise, I shall compare thee,
Compare thee to beauty and terror alike:
Anon besieg’d mine eyes to see,
Thy fairness be fain to cause wars belike!.......

As the wind paces this half-pure curtain flows like a twig left at height to bear the
winds;
every moment it does like that it reminds me of her hairs dangling along her face ........

Fluttering feathers frolicking the frivolous frenzy,
Of doubtful debtors and dubious doors,
Unopened, untouched, and untraveled unto,
By fragile feet faltering from fragile footing.
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Do you feel it?
A fear when you walk on the road after sunset.
When it gets still and quiet,
And no soul to be seen around
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Dimmed light and the sharp winds of January
I, cosy in my heavy, warm quilt
Pale yellow and the golden border running in hurry
With some baby pinkish orchids blooming
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There was this nervous feeling in my gut, like the one you get before an interview. I had rolled enough in my bed to give the newly washed sheets more wrinkles than my grandma. I went to the kitchen to grab a drink.
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During storms, your mum kept by your side.
So you waited for her, as the sky turned grey.
Little did you know that this never meant to last,
Soon, you were placing roses on her grave.
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I think I've a certain idea regarding who , what , where is god. It took a while to find that out and it came when I least expected it.
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I look at the a light ray up above
And try to catch it with my scarred red hands
But it slips through my fingers sans warmth
Just like the people standing far away
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Old chats are like an antique ornate box shut for a long time. You fear opening it because its unknown what you'd encounter over there.
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Contrary to the popular belief, abusive female partners are a thing too :))
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Today, the garden lacked it's usual tranquility. There were more than a handful of people who were busy cleaning the headstone of their loved ones.
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