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You are…
I lowered a ladder for you, Let you climb over my walls, I allowed you to come in, You're more than just my partner, You have become my best friend, When I’m sad, you bring me joy, When I’m mad, you calm me down, When I’
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Unfamiliar
Your shirt still hangs on the back of a chair, creases shaped like hesitation. I pour water, watch it still. The glass fogs between my hands— a small, invisible heat that refuses to leave. You said it didn’t mean anything. I watched the words fall, each one a thin
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How to Empty a Mind That Never Stops Talking Back
A gentle guide for overthinkers who crave peace but don’t know how to turn the noise off. When Silence Feels Like a Stranger There are days when your mind doesn’t stop. Thoughts overlap like voices in a crowded room, each one demanding to be heard. You tell yourself
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Mane n' Tail
I dove face first into the pillow until the last vestige of your Mane n' tail melted my drooling bachelor-ego. You said my accismus-inflection sputtered out cock-eyed sentence fragments like I was the God of revelry. I did not think your trills were a cry for help. Did you
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Pear Trees
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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Vengeance
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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Walls
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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The Masquerade Of Life
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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Betrayal’s Flame
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
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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Blisters On That Feet
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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Yellow Balloon
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