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Rows and rows of pear trees Solider effervescently In the aura-dawn. Their lines are the keepers Of the dew-grass labyrinth And the bungalow at their end, For their fruit has been The source of pride For generations Of soiled hands.
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Darkness flooded his mind, breaths laboured, blood rushing in his ears. His thumb grazed over the initials engraved into the wooden handle gripped in his fist, knuckles wound tight around the hard surface, thumb never ceasing its circular movements. Troi yanked on the hood of his jacket, winding it tighter
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She is guarded, Protective, Too many have broken her heart, The wall around her heart grows with every lie, Every broken promise, Every time you lead her on, She is tired of the games, She is tired of the excuses, Instead of listening she will push you away and hide,
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With calloused hands, gloved in torn fate, Lips sealed shut, painted in silence’s weight, Eyes turned to stone beneath shattered dreams, A soul weathered thin, a heart stripped clean. Draped in the ruins of this body’s shell, I wear a smile too wide to tell. A mask stretched
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Learning from a mistake, nothing but a failure, Let me tell you a story, It all began with betrayal. They came from every corner, diving for my soul, They craved a fulfilling silence, and removed what made me whole. Binding the maiden to her fears, They poured mockery into her
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The house exhales as if it knows my name. Floorboards sigh under footsteps that aren’t mine. Shadows pool in corners of memory, slipping along walls like smoke from a fire long dead. Your absence walks beside me— soft, deliberate, tracing ribs with fingers made of frost. I taste iron
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I have loved the rain since childhood and perhaps, along with that, the stories my mother used to tell me to soothe my restless eyes into sleep. After I moved to Bangalore for my higher studies perhaps the only thing that ever truly embraced me in Bangalore was the rain.
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Drip drop, drip drop! Off the unfastened tap after the little one fills up his yellow balloon, And drops it down from the first floor while singing his Favorite tune. Drip drop, drip, drop! I said, “O you, Chubu, it’s no good to lean out the balcony—now go
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I gave my all, you called it less, Loved you deep, but lost my rest. I begged for crumbs, forgot my worth, Till silence taught me self’s rebirth. Love isn’t chains, it’s wings to free, If I must beg, it’s not for me. I’ll love
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I was never meant to fade in the dust, My soul was molded in light and trust. Stars knew my name before I came, And whispered softly, “Shine the same.” I’ve bent my fire to make it mild, Dimmed my glow just to be styled. But gold can’t
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I am a crawling caterpillar I crawl in a circle, Mother Nature shines on me with her joy, she loves me immensely, she feeds me with leaves and prepares me for my birth. I am preparing with joy, I am making the most beautiful cocoon of all, in the dark
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I am setting out on a long journey, a journey that climbs to the heavens, fate is calling me through snow and ice to the top. Our feet step through a white sheet sewn from the most beautiful silk, the cold air blows in our faces, the ice breaks underfoot,