My heartbeat

Each beat feels like a muffled rumble,
Like it’s too hurt to beat all the way.
Between each beat is a pause,
That makes me think that my heart is going to stop,
But without fail,
The rumble starts again.

Quiet and slow,
Without any rhythm or flow,
It spreads like an echo.

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Somewhere Else

We’re all here,
Trying to get somewhere else,
We fake a smile,
Trying to make it real,
Faking our laughs,
Trying to be funny,
All living for something,
So that we don’t die for nothing,
We’re all here
Trying to get somewhere else.


Love comes softly

Love comes softly
when years have flown;
pastel painting
in muted tone.
Love will linger
among the old
granting magic
worth more than gold.

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I wish the flavor
from the taste
of your mouth
could last longer than our distance
and grow stronger with more resistance to time
long enough for my senses to sense your fragrances’ scent
within reach of your presence
and be present enchanted by the grace of your essence


Simple Lines Of Life

Though, the struggle continues
Some simple moments fill the day’s happiness.
Trodding through the path
isn’t easy
Yet, simple care is enough to make your day shine
Walks of life are always curved
Thus, it some time show simple straight lines to feel the day

Whatever comes and goes is through

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Wisdom is neither
mere knowledge
nor great intelligence
nor suave cynicism; it is
truth habitually perceived.
The Way of Guided Insight.

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True Passion

If you have true passion
you cannot be stopped
True passion that burns
like acid through paper

Nothing can halt you
you will succeed
But the passion must burn
with volcano heat

So light the fire
and fan the flames
Look to your future
and all will be yours

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My oxygen mask is isolation
Save me from this desolation
Oh so help me someone
From the villain that is myself.


They Say

They say,

“everything happens

for a reason”


i’m wondering,

will you be


that’ll happen,


the reason?

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Love Is Naked Truth

I may not get nude before your eyes
But I am totally naked before your soul
Sharing one heart, one beat under one sky
Love is the naked truth, our one common goal.

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Forever Endeavor.

You must
to love
love is
a forever

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With an eye
almost blind,

I’m still searching
the I.

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Imperfect Wonders

For what would we strive for,
if we were perfect?
that’s why we are Imperfect wonders.

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Sometimes you gotta sleep

Sometimes you gotta sleep..

When you laugh all day and in them nights you weep
When stakes are high and pain is deep
When KARMA fails and life is a creep..

Sometimes you gotta sleep..

When nothing seems right and wisdom is bleak
When fights find you and peace is all that you seek
When you wanna do good and you are called a Mind Freak..

Sometimes you gotta sleep..

When you are heartstrong and headweak
When assumptions eclipse reality and emotions take a back seat
When you hold on hope and with every moment life leaks..

Sometimes you gotta sleep..

When you put in all the courage you got while anxiety is at its peak
When words running through your mind which they generally beep
When you are in ruins but whatever is left of you, you want to keep..

Sometimes you gotta sleep.

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Random Thoughts

When you are the
biggest liar in the crowd
why do you really expect others
to be honest.
i really dont get these.
you lie, let them lie
lie equals lie
be happy.


The Road Taken

Shaded, faded, degraded
But i promise you my ending verse would be I MADE IT

Grated, rated, penetrated
Hope is with what all my pain I traded

Waited, bated, segregated
You trying, well so am I, therefore you won’t see me retrograded

Pierced, teared, speared
Failing is something I never Feared

Cheated, bleed-ed, mistreated
No appreciations, no acknowledgements, little bit of understanding is all I needed

Raided, shredded, perforated
No matter how dark the tunnel gets, for them dreams I WILL MAKE MY OWN WAY

Bitten, smitten, mistaken
Words above define my ride, feel my rhyme and make the most of THE ROAD TAKEN..

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Through The Eyes Of A Child

I wish I could view the world
Through the eyes of a child
Finding beauty in the small things
Unapologetically happy
Blissfully unaware of the evils
Lurking behind every corner

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Warning To Myself

Seeing you now still hurts
but I know I’m stronger,
thinking that I was
but now I’m starting to melt

So now I said to myself,

Don’t look at her eyes
it might deceive you again.

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I’m not here

I’m not here
I’m not here
I’m not here

It’s just happening
I’m just hurting
Aching, to not feel
the pain.

I’m not here

This isn’t real

This isn’t happening

Who am I

a weightless soul

drifting by in the sky.

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There and Here

You are over there!
I’ve always been here.
I traveled a few feet that day My Dear.
Almost over there!
Now over here.
How much more can I travel without a little fear?
Still over there,
Looking over here?
Your glance is melting, melting me My Dear!

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Gum Scum

My hands are numb
with fingers and thumb
From scraping the gum
Away from the scum
Not leaving a crumb
That’d be dumb.

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that four letter word
has helped me more than any person

it is my safe word
the word I say to myself
when I know my thoughts
are going to fuck me over

that four letter word
has helped me more than any person

it is the only effective barrier
I have against the flood
the flood being the absolute
hatred and self loathing I feel


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Love Mistake

Loving you was not the mistake,
But letting me love you was.

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We will meet

We will meet
Excited and worried
These endless thoughts
Bothers me unknowingly
Wondering if I could speak
When you are in-front of me
Those sparkly eyes, and—
That sweetest smile I see
Will I confess or just be silent
Mesmerized by your beauty
That looks like an art.

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If anger was a colour what would it be ?

If anger was a colour
what would it be?

stereotypical blush red
or would it be
the black slashes on a page

the its overs and the i’m sorry’s

maybe its the grey of an oncoming storm
waiting for it to move on

If only it were that easy
to describe emotions
s e n s a t i o n s
and feelings

but in reality
you can’t

because we as human beings
are much more complex

we are the changing currents
and rolling waves

blending into one

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Grip Of My Fist

I don’t know how many hands are beholden by yours and how many had left.
But I’m sure about the grip of my fist which never gonna leave yours.


Convincing Myself

i don’t think i’ll recover
i want you to come and meet
i need to stop making myself believe that you’ll be at my front door with roses in hand saying and please marry me, this isn’t a fucking bollywood movie.



I hate that when i miss you
you’re always there
but what i hate most
is that i love it

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My limbs reach to you.
in desperation that I’ll meet you
so easily uprooting
being planted beside
hoping that I can grow into some of your light
wishing our branches will one day touch
framing the ever changing sky


But I Love You

I can’t even hold your hand,
but I love you with a love no one can understand…


I am your mirror my darling

I am your mirror my darling
You project on me your very self

I don’t mind
I just hope it helps you see yourself

I’ll become what you want me to be.
Your reflection

I don’t care if you don’t see me
But at least see yourself clearly


My only salvation #Poetry #Video

Minute after minute,
Time upon time…
Past loses weigh on my mind,
My only salvation is this pen on this line…

Raised to be strong,
To show not a fear…
Bury the pain,
Shed not a tear…

The soul aches with the burden,
My mind cries out for release…
But my face remains stoic,
The lips not a crease…

My only salvation,
This ink and this verse


Trust Issues

Every time someone
Tells me that they
Know what it feels like
It frustrates me
It feels like
No one gets it
No one really listens.

You’re not like me
You have no idea what
I’m going through.

Those times
Hours, minutes
That you put in;
All that effort and energy
Wasted for nothing.

It just seems useless
Like there’s no point
In telling you more.
My mind and my pride
They just shatter
Like there’s no one
Holding me up
No one beside me.
My trust just vanishes.

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The heart wins every time.

My Heart has a mind of its own
Always ignoring my head
and every chance of pain
When it decides to feel again
it revives every emotion within me
It’s like a prison but a prison
that I choose to be in

  • The heart wins every time.

Dear, Never Give Up

When they drag you down,
don’t let them be the end of you.
Pull away,
brush yourself off,
and keep on moving forward.
Don’t stop.
You’ve gone so far to give up now,
so keep your head up high and believe that
you’ll achieve greater.

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You know those tears you get
When you remember past
And you wish the past could be corrected
But it isn’t
And the tears just fall to the ground
They soak into the Earth
And you can’t wipe them away


I might be a pervert

I think I might be a pervert 🤔

I mean, a mere bite of her lip,
stroke of the hair
or flick of
her hip
sends fire around my body
criminalises my mind
and throws me outside,
to look pressed
nose against
the glass,
breath blurring up
the window,
and my view of her ass.

I think I might be a pervert.

Aren’t you?
I mean when it’s hot,
don’t you get thirsty
sitting beside
the fountain?
Course you do,
we’re all perverts,
even those baldy
monks up on some
breast-like mountain.


Charming Curse

She had a charm to make everyone fall in love with her.

But this charm of hers turned into a curse forever.


You Have Done Too

Ever screwed up?
Ever made a mistake?
Hey listen,
We all play that game.

Something slipped out,
Did the wrong thing.
That’s okay,
We all play the game.

The game of being human,
Of living life in haste
The game of being impulsive,
And making mistakes every day.

So don’t get down,
By mistakes upon you.
‘Cause I know,
You’ve done it too.

So please forgive me
If I do wrong to you.
For when it’s my turn.
For the favor to be returned
It’ll be okay
It’ll work out someday.

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