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Quixotic Nov 2020
Somedays when it hurts a little sharper
You Cry a little harder
Breathe a little rougher
Live a little lesser

When you tell me god is dead
I nod
I don’t ask, maybe I knew
Maybe I don’t want to know.

Speak less, listen more
Okay fine
But don’t expect my silence when they fall
Anarchy is the friend of silence
Or maybe it is the other way around
Contents of my notes app :”)
Quixotic Oct 2020
I see the woman in glass with a
***** white shirt and wrinkled
Blouse and she looks up
Through hooded eyes and gives me
A pained smile through bruised lips
And tired eyes and I
Wish to take her away, pull her up from that
Nightmare she walks in
She sinks in its weight
Her cracked make up reeks of it
The hunch of her shoulders,
Eloquent with pain.
The glass cracks a little
And I look away and
I close my eyes
I am she
She is me.
Quixotic Sep 2020
I hear your voice
Breaking with the deep breathes you take,
The ones you claim you don’t
Then a silence
I thought you were gone
A sob cuts through
Our hearts —
So what if I can’t see you
I can see your tears
Across miles
Leave, I whisper
Silence storms
Leave, I beg.
Her cry infects my bones.
A scream resounds
And you crumple like paper
Your sorrow, my anger
I see red
Where is that girl
With a laugh like the lights
That brings a songbird alive
Your pain, intangible yet near
It eats you like dust
I can only stand and watch
Quixotic Jul 2020
It's a state I'm sure
Is unattainable
It's just a setting on a dryer afterall.
Random and a little plagiarised.
Quixotic Jun 2020
Early hours with smoke and rising skies
Sleep that drug we denied
We knew
Even then , this was -
Ephermal as ephermal could be.

In deafening silence, our
Entwined fingers knew
Through beating hearts and a myriad little hurts ;

We weren't a forever
Barely a today,
You and I -
- Broken, breaking,
fallen, falling -
Albeit a plot hole
In each other's stories.
We knew , we knew , we knew
We knew we would break
You or me
Still we stayed
The charade had to be played

(After all)
Quixotic Jun 2020
We are a  circle
With neither a beginning,
Nor an end ;

Just me and You and
All our demons inbetween -

Hellfire may blaze
The meteor falls sidelined -
Uriel may stand poised , and
Deadly pestilences of the biblical kind
Ice and fire may reign
Yet - we will stay trapped
In that constricting ring
We birthed , our sad loyal child -

A circus devoid of comedy
Ladies, gentlemen -
This drama, our tragedy -

See the tiny scars etched hard,
The bruises, the marks,
The papery voices we use
To protest empty words;
Endless chasms borne into
Our chests ; These hearts —
They are empty.
Our arms, comfort seeking ;
The heads, our selves —
Caught in an infinite loop
Pulsing with an  old light
Like the one from a long dead star.
Stars die all the time, but their old light still remains , traversing all that distance and finally reach us humans in our little blue planet.
  May 2020 Quixotic
he said he couldn’t breathe,
so they took his last breath
I’m so sick of feeling like it’s never going to stop. It needs to stop. It’s exhausting to know that everyday social injustice keeps happening and now that something is being done about it, everyone is ******. When I can raise my sons and daughters and not fear for their life. Only then, will I be satisfied.
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