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I think there's someone in my pillow,
Aiding me like a willow.
Shedding away the stream of my tears,
Absorbing them in its deep heart.
Those empathetic gestures, makes my demons depart.
That nonhuman preaches me that humanity is God's art.
The midnight little secret rendezvous,
Listening to my in-sleep obscure confessions.
Ushering me to my dreamland, my escapeland.
Showering me with warm midnight hugs and soft forehead kisses.
Escorting me to the reality
Fortifying me to keep true to my promises to myself.
Every night it shares my smiles, tears and sorrows,
I'm grateful to it with all of my past, present and tomorrows.
Life becomes easier if you know what you want and what you mean !!
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
An old teenager,
On the verge of becoming a fresher
Do I have to say goodbye to an old me?
Unwrap new me,yet to be ripened?
Would have to get out in the world,
Takes my heart by a swirl!
Say this strangeness, heart wrenched byes
Have to hold rage and and become wise
Meet new people see new lives
Have to stop telling myself lies
What do I want? Who am I?
How do I keep myself satisfy?
These questions distract me
From my goals I cannot see
This rush of feels has to be stopped
Toxic people have to be cropped
Build your life, build your dreams
My mind daily screams
Staring into empitness
Looking into people's souls
Is what I'm really good at,
Now can you guess my profession
When my mood will never give you an ocassion
Never want to see the future me regretting at me
Being good at feeling will never get you degrees
So, somehow I curb my heart and
Throw my dart
Aiming for a contented me
Smiling at my TEENAGE REEL!!!
Is this my life?
Crying each day,
Gathering sorrows from each play
where each scratches my heart with a knife
Is this my life?

I think it's a step
Said it didn't care for me
Deprived me of life's glee
Earlier I sat on its lap
Now I'm on my knees
And my world is full of tease
with me impetuous in its trap.

Think I'm losing this race
waiting for a miracle
Coz my life cannot be dull
I'm good in and want to smile out
Don't want to pour this out!

Seriously is this my LIFE
Or are there more truths kept aside!
Numbers are less for what I'm blessed
When all people go sleep
I wait for clouds to shed up,
And see my other half weep
No one knows that he's fed up
Everyone just admires him
But none's there to empathize my twin
Hopeless,heart broken, up in sky
Shinnin shinnin soaks my cries
Listens me without judging
Helps me relax, without faking
Real as it can be
Inspires me to be one of a kind
Carresses me with his pacific purity
Clears my thoughts intertwined
His presence is itself divine..
So I wait for his time to shine
Wait whole day for my moontime
Wait whole day for my moontime

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