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Thesunking Apr 2018
I have this thirst for magic
The ones that really happen after a period called 'the static solitude'.
The one that breaks through a perdited soul,
the one that reminds you the smell of the sea shores,
The one that will put me to a path called stardom,
The one that got you and me to the land called freedom,
But this was a thought that emerged through lonely boredom,
sitting by the window on a chair in my bedroom.
So will this tamper my belief towards magic?
The answer won't surprise me for its weight is no heavy than the times I have broken down and cried and hoped too much and struggled through the time.
None of them, none at all-
Will make me belive in it.
Because I am not a magician  and
Apparently  it doesn't take me to cast a spell.
But the secret lies no far ahead.
I am the magic.
Thesunking Apr 2018
3 am , a cigarette and a bed.
It's the shortest demoralising story and it's not so bad,
It's not sad either ,
it's just cleaning up of all the mayhem caused by children themselves. Growing up into chain smoking  adults who didn't learn to smoke cigarettes from their friends.
Thesunking Apr 2018
Courage is what it takes to accept the reality,
especially when you're an empath,
When the path you always take is dark. Manifest all the possibilities and accept it's  contradictions to the reality.
There is no truth,
Or false
It's only a symphony
of the mid night lark.
Thesunking Apr 2018
Love is a memory,
that resists repression.
Love feeds on melody,
Infecting the weak ones by sending them to depression.

She loves madcaps, she loves food,
She loves Sunday boat rides but never my tune.
Something within myself
keeps reminding me-
"You are a loner, you're a fool
You don't deserve to be loved
Survival is the left thumb rule."
Thesunking Apr 2018

My body,
My mind,
And my everything.
Me,
I sit on the chair,
And I wither out in one night.
Every night.  Every time the sun goes down on earth,
Every time the earth wakes up with its sun.
Every time it hides it's affair with its moon,
Showing itself  only her reflection.
I still sit on the chair, and wither out.
I sit on my terrace,  and wither out.
I zone out. I talk about myself.
I write poems all by myself.  But this is me.
My body, my heart, my mind.
Help me. Because something within me loves to feel pain.
Something
Within
  Loves to wither out.

Thesunking Apr 2018
Do you know
what's the most popular
thing to find?
You won't be surprised
to know.
It is what you want,
To find what you need.
To find love in the impossible.
To find
Happiness
In your desires.
It is to find
desires
That YOU think is necessary.
To find a way to love the way you feel about yourself,
What you deserve.
To find yourself raw
And to find a way to process yourself.

It is the most useful-less thing to find.
But,
It isn't hard
Like a dog makes its way to a bone
to find and bottle what you
desire
It is infact easy.
You find it only when you find a way to burst out your need to find it.
And when you do-
There is nothing else to find.
Bottled words for the wrecked sailors
Thesunking Apr 2018
Once a wise man told me-
The hardest task for a man is to be alone.
I denied,
I was a lonner.
But then there was a burst of
pink in life
Now I really know what he meant.
Bottled words for the wrecked sailors
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