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Life went too placid,
Living in the nest of a seaside birch.
Talking with souls drifted in sands,
Drawn in patterns of unforgettable sadness.

There you see, how a moon turns red, how the sky breaks in tears.
Life goes on, crushing hearts that cry in joy.

And I lay mourning death of a firefly.

From my self flies a dissected soul, it all rains around in red. I saw myself naked, in the broken shattered pieces lying like a the broken teeth of a goblin. That stares into my eyes and tells me horrific things, and I know it's me only, my broken self that never can recover from such darkened past. I touched myself, my eyes and it bled tears of forgotten self.

The girl I used to be, the girl I saw once cheering in a lukewarm day, crawling like a baby of earth, now is just a pensive withdrawn insane who scribbles her thoughts when the night grins madly at her.

The psychiatrist said something wrong with me, did he know something is wrong with everyone around and we all...are just moving umbra?

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A fire burns and eats the dead, smitten by the touch of death, leaving them pale, all completely sucked by the ending...to a life decayed by miseries and hatred. The war has ended, the war has wiped off people who tried to know how waves always leave back corals.
I saw a naked mother half burnt, and her little child staring at her dead glass eyes, trying to wake her from a sleep far far better than a crumbling mortality.
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There are certain ghosts who aren't apparitions of dead people, yet they are as much as the compacted night darkness in a forest. Have you ever seen the thick grounds, sunk with rotten skeletons of black leaves, and an invisible wall slandered around of a scent that consume your whole mind, let you be it's plaything. Such forests though exist, but are actually running in the minds of us, their leaves being memories that we try to leave behind, their scent being fainted pasts that keep on scoring a sad tone. And there are these ghosts, who can suck out all your drive to do something, to just take away your inside soul and make you like them, a faceless man.

Have you found out if you're the ghost, or you're the faceless?

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Of love, and love

Always have a question peeked inside me, always have I marveled to know what is love.
Line of small efforts, eased up so easily in a heart like pomegranate, peeling off layers, poems it had wove.


Always have rain sang how he left me in a soaked thin road,
When rain poured like a razor melted to hurt me, waves of tears rode.


Is love felt at the point of a leftout, like the cutting of a nerve in a surgery, where pain dulls.
My consciousness fled, I grew to a thin heinous girl of self blames, pain nulls.


Then I saw the rain slowly retreating, then I saw him smile.
Ofcourse there was she, someone else, they screamed a song without lyrics. Or I didn't want to know such lyrics, cause the world has become a place so vile, vile.


Love is a condition, divine.
Those who never known to their heart, it is a possession of thousand togetherness...
It is yours, it is mine.

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