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Kushal Nov 2018
The mists are beautiful at night.
They hold you in their cool embrace,
And crickets songs keep you trapped in this place.

You must see through these clouds of smoke,
That veil horrors of which you can't cope.
Those who control the vile smoke machines,
Are those with hands all but clean.

Most people don't see it,
Most people don't want see it.
But some people ...
Live to expose it.
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Kushal Nov 2018
I feel my heart on the decline.
My love for love recedes into the deepest crevices of my mind.
It hurts too much to leave your heart open.
In a world so cold,
The breeze only makes it frozen.

I'd rather walk steady with a heart of stone,
A lone wanderer through the night.
It hurts less when you've chosen to be alone.
I'll have those close to me,
But never too close.
I'll keep my heart at a distance.
And hold affection I suppose.

As long as I no longer have to feel this way,
For thoughts of finding love come and ruin my day.
No longer do I wish to fall in love,
No longer do I wish to be hurt.
Kushal Nov 2018
It's a different kind of lonely,
Don't act like you know.
You've been single for a few weeks,
I've been alone all of my life though.

I'm a romantic with noone to be romantic with,
It's like there's no horses for the chariots.
So my heart's just racing.
Over and over I'm pacing,
Wondering if I'm fighting a battle and it's this world that I'm facing.
Because there's no romantics,
And it feels quite tragic
That  these things I read in books are only dreams and magic.
There's noone that I have seen looking for love and what it means,
Just a few one night stands
And none of that works for me.

I feel alone.
Like love is going extinct.
And I'm one of the last ones,
But that's just what I think.
Kushal Nov 2018
Broken.
                                                It's all broken.
                Shattered.
Shhhhh!
                                                 Quiet!
                                                                                      Too loud, too loud!
It's so dark,                                      so lonely.
No           no no!                                               Just let me be!
No more thoughts.
                                              I hate it!
No more voices, no more voices
                                                             no more voices!

Don't let me sleep,
                                                        it's too bright in my
dreams.
But
                                it's too dark to survive here.
Kushal Oct 2018
I find myself fearing my computer screen of late.
What I write there scares me,
It’s all too real.

It lacks the rhyme of what I’ve wrote on my phone,
And digs deeper into my soul,
Forcing me to feel.
It is raw.
Untapped in recent days,
Something of which I stay clear of.
Why would I call upon it?
Life got better, could I not just leave that darkness be?
But then it got bad again, life that is.
It got darker...
The smiles from the screen of my phone couldn’t compensate for that.
I felt the words fading as I tried to place my thoughts on a 5-inch screen.
There was no magic in this.
I knew what I wanted to show,
But I couldn’t do it there.

It doesn’t really make much sense,
Words are words...right?
All I know is that in front of this screen,
This laptop screen,
I’m more in tune,
More in sync.
It hurts so much more,
But I ******* love it.
Kushal Oct 2018
In my spare time I look for quotes,
Words truly worthy of note.
Love is where i land,
Looking for thoughts with an outreaching hand
To tell me I'm not alone.

I think hard and fall deep
As i stare at these words,
Envisioning what they speak.

"I'll tell you what love is," they say.
I agree in a way.
But it always leaves me running through a Labyrinth in my mind,
Searching for the love that I wish to find.

What do I want that's worthy of note,
That someone will someday see,
And feel the emotion in what I've wrote?

"Love is stupid. It's illogical. It's broken. Yet somehow it's the most fulfilling feeling there is. Love is when a smile is enough, and you'd do anything for it."
Kushal Oct 2018
I'd send you morning texts,
Using a cute yet slightly mean nickname for you.
I'll ask what you're doing today,
You'll saying," Nothing"
So I'll ask if you wanted to do nothing with me.

We'd go to university.
I'd skip some classes if it meant I could see you.
We'd go sit somewhere on the grass beneath the shade.
None of that romantic *******,
Just enjoying each other's company.

On weekends we'd go shopping together.
You'd pester me every time I lifted a sweet,
Sometimes I wouldn't listen,
Other times I'd sigh, "Fine".
We'd get some fast food before heading home,
Standing in front of menus looking for the best deal.

But sometimes I'd take you out.
We'd go somewhere with a dress code,
Where the waiters wore suits and a candle sat on each table.
I'd sit in front of you, mesmerized.
And as I do everyday, I'd say you look beautiful.
You'd smile and blush and it would warm my heart.

Night would come,
We'd sit beside each other if we had the time.
Talking absolute ******* and laughing over the stupidest things.
Sometimes you'd fall asleep in my arms over a movie,
I loved those times.
Sometimes you'd say you have to leave,
And even then we'd sit texting till one of us fell asleep.
But oh how I dreaded the moments I had to see you leave,
Though it made me cherish the moments when you'd approach me.
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