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 Apr 2016 Rana Pratap Nandi
Ito
Today I wanted to die,
I imagined the plane crashing and exploding,
I dreamt of falling to my death,
I envisioned free-falling till I was like a bug...
yet I didn't want any of this.

I hoped my heart would stop on a caffeine overdose,
I wanted to be dead to be numb again,
I longed to feel empty and alone,
I couldn't feel tired knowing I failed...
**I wanted all of the pain, regret and disillusion.
4/25/2016
What happens to the little girl

who sits and wonders why? 

What happens to the little girl

who now can't even cry?

She destroys herself and those around

in careless acts of blunders. 

She hopes and waits for signs of help

yet no one even wonders.

6 months plod by tiredly,

no fear or hope for change. 

The little girl who once felt good

now feels but feelings strange. 

Her innocence was often lost 
yet always
remained her respect.

Until that fateful night of hers

that none would ever suspect.....
 Apr 2016 Rana Pratap Nandi
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The shadows lie,
They are not edgy, scary, or intimidating beings. Only a reflection of the pure light guiding us through notes that clash or bones on a heated field.
The shadows inspire, they themselves are craftsmen who create and we project our fears into them. Don't fear the unknown and hide, fear the unknown and love every plunging moment.
 Apr 2016 Rana Pratap Nandi
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You stuck around, rose above from depths below but you are no hymn.
Vision blurs, shakes.
You are no god, yet ruler of us all. I write to you, i feel for you, i sing to you.
Worship is never far not even in silver scared dogs. It was not the wine making you shake, only pupils dilate and a silver and yellow face. Reverb on voice that echoes through the chaos of cloud kings and flames that died to make us, melting gradient, shimmering dusk. Don't tell me otherwise. Don't correct me if I'm wrong because no one knows even that much. A thought makes us believe and swear truth, and a doubt proves lies we once justified. Doubt the shimmering dusk, correct the melting gradient. Red pen isn't strong enough to hold me down. Silver and yellow face, goodnight.
 Apr 2016 Rana Pratap Nandi
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techno touch of tripping eyes,
flooded lungs filled flightless
feelings of birds above
and the bickering birds below.
Brushing bitterly breathing
heavily, heavenly hearts
and sighing in silky silhouettes.
Flowers folding fiddles,
defying gravity in great,
gruesome, detail. Eyes electric,
daffodils digging deep down.
And
And I love you
And I love you
And I know that it's wild
And I know you don't always feel this too
But I see you and I see you
And I only see you
And I know you think I'm acting a fool
And I know you never said that
But I see you and I see you
And when I see you,
I see you later and I see you then
And it starts when I see you now
I see you later
And when I love you now
I love you later
Because even with the if's
And even with the and's
And even when your love is not now
And if your love is not later
I'll feel it even when you don't
And I'll love you
And I'll love you.
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