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Rosy petals spread around,
For the world it lies in scent,
But as the man , who plucked it,
Prickles hath slayed his hands

Quietly quietly..
i smoulder and burn,
The void inside, feeding on me..

Shackles of society,
Straining me numb.
Debts of duty,
a burden to bear.
Weighing me
dragging me
Down
...down
......down

Quietly quietly..
I seethe and rage,
The void inside, gaining on me.
Ever empty eyes,
Devoid of joy
stare through,
Their fake smiles, subtle ploys.

Quietly quietly..
I weep inside,
sobbing in silence
Muffling my screams
Regrets of choices
Of drowning my dreams

quietly quietly..
I smoulder and burn,
The void inside, feeding on me.


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Is it a balance game of some sort?
Why one has to cry for other to smile?
Why can't everyone around me be happy?
While I'm all laugh, why someone's having a break down?
Why we smile when it's just a lie?
Why nothing's simple which lies in a plain sight?
For the happiness does someone really has to pay the price?

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The floor was screeched by her nails,
But even the walls didn't hear a word,
All the cries and agony went in vain,
But the "silence" after was heard.

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An untold tale of endurance of a heart , sustaining blows; ironically alone.

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"And the night grew colder,
And the blanket was purposeless,
Maybe it was her presence which kept me warm."

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In the midst of chaotic emotions, your genial presence infused my heart with audacity to face devastating junctures of life.

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Can see it in your eyes,
When you're fallen to deep..
Even brightest of light,
Can't take away the darkness it keep...

Can see it in your smile,
Broken like the promises and dreams...
The pictures in your minds,
Took suffering to the extremes...

And when you're all alone,You feel like home..
Cause you've got few pieces to hold on to..
When all the world seems to be against you..

I'll give u the cover, I'll save you from demons
I know it's broken...
And I'll mend your heart..

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Although she was used to being shattered but there was something dissimilar about the environ of that night. Like usual she leaned against her window but felt something serene. Something was strengthening the voice of her conscience. Here she was immersed in this feeling that a gust of wind passed through her soul leaving her torpefied. She stayed there for a moment, dimpled her cheeks , and then proceeded; but this time not to break .Because today she realised on thing that the solitude she thought was degrading her , has actually heightened her endurance. Yes, she learnt the art of sustaining agony and resumed her journey.