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Daksh Jun 22
Metaphors; nested, unconncected.

Advance entaglements due to a damaged brain.

Fulfiled, smiled rarely.
Afraid, confused, dreams make you petrified

Shaking, consistent perpetuence in the same

Still confused, why don't I ever feel love
for my parents.

Ask the direct questions.

You come from a childhood, what do you love?
you love your raisers or your parents?

Conceptualised, formulated and executed
in a damaged brain.

Tremendous courage and steady blood flow
went through my veins
I clamped my fists and held on tightly

I will make it through sane
on both my feet
and be it if I have to strain

If its you who love me, I shall dream of you
and write about you,
from a damaged brain
Daksh Jun 10
Art
Museums; Statues; Words

Step into you,
keep you alive
in me, young I am.

Call me weak
for needing a canvas and a pen
strong, I call myself brave.

These ***** of feelings,
I'm not ready to show,
to each and everyone I wrote it for.

Years be: I won't forget about you
I will write about you, think about you
on a rainy sunday, while eating ice cream

last felt: They call it love

I don't miss it anymore
Daksh Jun 4
They make you, vulnerable
Expose you, let the people
figure you out.

Find the weakness, and pinch right there
But for I am strong and fierce
For I will not shed a tear
If anything happens

I shall remain upright on my feet
and if the day darkens
I'll paint it yellow
and stand by
this creed
Daksh May 9
Close the door
throw in the card; kept the cozy blanket

When was the last time you felt this way?
Many years ago, she said

She said, she is on a journey, that might show her
what she actually wants

Faith; In the night, yet she holds
me close
calls me her door

pass through me

I don't know where she's headed
Cold; Her legs I felt from the heavy blanket
I make her feel young

Just let me know
when you pass through that door
I'll wave a goodbye
and let you go
Daksh May 4
Talk; A girl; Her

Play her the songs you love: Floating
In her bedroom at 3 am.

Time, her love fades away.

Dawn, black and grey
Hate yourself for playing her those songs

Still holding her tight to sleep in your heart

Was Holding: To herself when last found
Tell her, I'm sorry

I cannot take it anymore.
Daksh Apr 30
Frost; Snow or ashes?, her tears
rain down on me.

Floating and falling, attentive but lost
into you.

Closed the door and went downstairs
with you in my mind.

Kicked the pedal and saw you from the window
with tears in your eyes.

last seen, crying in the bathroom
if found: tell her, I'm in the sky

I will wait for you
Daksh Apr 14
If there shall be me
There shall be knowledge

There shall be you?
There shall be a home
Places to sit, the flower bed
and watch you eat ice cream.

If there shall be anyone?
there shall be love
there shall be bonds, broken; unbreakable

With you, there shall be memories, teachings, things you cannot comprehend

And with you, there shall be me
sitting on a bench, thinking about us and how
we'll be set apart forever

For I have always loved you
but I don't anymore.
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