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 Jul 2021 Benzene
Jehkaran Singh
We just lock our souls in a forest of hail
have some absurd notions, like a prisoner seeking bail
our heart is the epitome of thunder that follows light
there's a reason behind why we have a dream each night
I saw you laughing and flirting in the dream
just as I gathered courage to ask your name, someone in the outside world screamed
I'm here remembering your face, trying to find you hoping that dream that I had could once give me bliss in the real world
 Jul 2021 Benzene
Healer
Why?
 Jul 2021 Benzene
Healer
Does the solitary candle desire to melt and die?
Is it silvered kite fate to glide on the wind?
How can a blind seek the uncertain light?
What if these wishes are the test of an unfair life.
Maybe it wasn't about the candle's love,
But the warm gaze of baleful flame grew all unkind.
Maybe a blind can't find the light,
can't differentiate between black and white.
Like pandora's box mystery, the light will give him a fright.
Maybe there is no answer that is right.
My mother once said,'no one is empty of love'
Then why every soul is thirsty,
Why is every heart full of questions?
When the waves of turbulent ocean, waves calmly all of a sudden..
the wind carries me to the blissful past,
transcending myself to other nation..
smiles and laughter of him ,all I could remember..
cause would he never let his cries to travel far in air...
I'm the one who keeps him lively he say..
all I did has nothing to gain, but a whole world of happiness
to share in my own way...


I can't change the dramatic genre of your story , you confirmed..
but you won't face it all alone as we agreed....
I only wanted you to stay away from desperation...
so that I made some reasons without any hesitation...
but I ain't noticed that my life was heading to bound..
I know I have to see before you, my end..
but I'm glad that I could share some happy stories before I bend..


but give me some time to confess little more..
that the happy stories I made you to listen..
or the happy endings I made you to believe..
was nothing but a sweet lie, told only to bring ,
that flawless curve from your face....
 Jul 2021 Benzene
Surkhab
"Artists...artists are like butterflies...
They have delicate hearts
But this society can't handle them..."
My mother answered as I told her
about Vincent van Gogh...
The Starry Night painter
was once said to be happy in London ...
With a rainbow heart and sky mind
He drenched the canvas with his emotions
People unaware of this legend
put him in an asylum...
'cause the decieved Vincent cut his ear lobe!
But he painted...as paints and brushes
were still there...just like his brother.
He was 37... when voices were all over his mind
It was not easy to stop them...
So he picked up the gun...
And the bullet went straight to that golden heart
I wonder how many colors died that day....?
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you..."
                                                                                              - Don Mclean (Vincent)
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