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Deepak K B Jun 2018
Breathe, when every thing falls apart…
Breathe, when the world breaks you down…
Breathe, when soul ooze with happiness…
Breathe, you’ve got as of now passed this before…
Breathe, let go of everything that needs to go…
Breathe, the sign that you are still alive…

-Deepak K B
Deepak K B May 2019
clearing my ways ahead,
just to find peace ☮ in a land,
when the dramatic world lacks its bond,
you to just behold and stand...
and up above the clear free sky,
wandering through the passing clouds nearby

_Deepak K B
Deepak K B May 2019
Tiring eyes, Dozing legs, cry
Where the heart, let you go and try
To spot every pleasing dawn makes mind fly

_Deepak K B
Deepak K B May 2018
He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never-ending dread.
Deepak K B Apr 2018
even when you are not perfect for few.
i never miss to see you…
your each imperfection of beams is worldview.
i never miss to see you…
even if some fails to realize you.
i never miss to see you…
but you never knew.
even when the world freeze to ice.
i will be there for your each rise...
Deepak K B May 2019
Learn to look through the dark,
when there is no way,
the light will guide to move you far away.

_Deepak K B
Deepak K B May 2019
Have you ever imagined yourself in-between the trees,
disconnecting yourself from the ideal world,
where there is no one to judge you,
where you can enjoy your own company,
caring for none, but only one...
Deepak K B Apr 2018
You’ll see me here again.
In the world full of mist,
With full spirit,
and to desist,
from being a dramatist.
You’ll see me here again.
Deepak K B May 2019
Riding, Gliding in a flow,
Through the paths high and low,
Moving clouds on the blue,
Wandering beneath without clue.

To sneak at the peak,
listening to the crickets creek,
along with the buzzing winds,
riding through the uncovered mists

_Deepak K B
Deepak K B Jun 2018
He gives his heart a shake,
And laughs until his belly aches.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant trees and birds awake.

_Deepak K B

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