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Be it a dead silent dark night,
With the clock counting dead hour.

Or a walk through a chaotic lane
With the people busy in chitter-chatter.

My thoughts have completely been absorbed
By the warmth, and everything that is him.

My mind has gone wild.
It doesn't stop dreaming and thinking.

I wish I could post my senses to an eternal rest
Because it's beautiful and exhausting.
Gleeful and yet hurting.
Have you ever fancied someone so much, that you keep thinking about them and it's tiring..
An exotic fragrance
An evergreen dream
A fire of desire
An aid while I scream

A touch of mystery
A feather of affection
A face of reality
A 'wow' for perfection

And alas!
A long wait with a lonely breeze
A tinted smile with the play of bewitchery
A half written story, and my smile would freeze
A moistened faith of countless escape
Is what gets best of me.
Is it in human nature to want what they don't have and no give value to what they have?
I will write you
The real you
In a different light

I will write you
Until you root for yourself
Until you find yourself
Until you realise you deserve the things you dreamt of
Until you realise you can dream more
Never put yourself down, what you need sometimes is to see yourself as a different person, to change perspective.
The sense of non-belongingness,
And the lonely stare at the stars keeps me cold.
My soul has ties to the lies of society and beliefs, yet
I am made of dust and mist.
The romance of the unexplored universe is an adventure
Yet entire beauty is down here - in a lover's kiss

Oh, faith,
Do play a part in my life
I just want to reset and rest
The stars don't talk to me,
Until the sun rays warm my face.
Sometimes thoughts are overwhelming and they just need to be written down.
I don't belong to the past, it's too revealing
I don't belong to the future, it's too overwhelming
And I tried to make sense with the present
I realised time doesn't claim me.
Playing with thoughts CAN be dangerous
Bear with me, I must warn you,
My thoughts are alone.
Traded a thousand for nothing,
With them and the unknown.

Left with nothing but a paper and a pen.
Let's just say,
Lucky are those who can afford to be in tears
Every now and again.
For a while now
I have been visiting the land of newborn grass.
They wouldn't lend me what I came for,
Told me it's yours.

But I met you, my friend.
So beautiful, so strong
So clueless yet so sure.

If you are the believer kind,
Pray to your God that
May I fear less and live more.
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