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R Nov 2018
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Hey girl
Why you sitting alone?
What is bothering you so much?
Please don’t say I don’t know
Why you so sad?
Even when you go out
You sit in a coner
And look down
Tell me girl what’s wrong?
Why you wanna be alone?
Oh god stop it with your I don’t know
Because you should know
Girl please tell me
Maybe i can help
What do you mean you don’t need any help?  
Fine fine i am leaving
You don’t need to be such a drama queen
****** attention seeker
You are just a wanna be
How come you don’t know what’s going on in your own mind?
She leans towards him
And smiles
With whisky in her breath
She whispers in his ears
I don’t know
And you don’t need to know why
At times we don’t know what is bothering  us
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R Feb 17
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He works for your dreams
I work for my own things
I stumble and fall
But then I build myself tall
You ask me “didn’t it hurt?”
Oh honey trust me it did
But i like to have my own shoulder,
And snuggle myself when it gets colder.
I like to feel strong
Maybe that’s why i am ok with all my fall
Because it gives me strength
To get back and start again.
No excuses are made
I have dreams
Which i made
The big picture is in my head
Not everything is easy
I never felt my failures were my miseries
I learn from myself
From every stupid step i take,
It helps me become
The person i want to be
I stumble and fall
But try to rebuild myself tall.
R Jun 2017
She was the one who fished out my heart from the black hole of pain and sorrow and I was the one who scarified her for my final escape.
at times we do things to others we promised we would never do after it happened to us, random thought
R Aug 2018
The curves of her body were something
That caught his eyes
Not her words or smile
The look he gave her showed desire
To make her his even if it was just for a night
Her satin yellow dress was too appealing
Hugging her body exactly right
He went up to her to greet her
Ask her to speak to him and give her his number and drop some cheesy lines
but that broken bird had a shield around her
After all she just again had learnt how to fly
And once had been broken enough to let anyone else ever call her mine
R Jan 28
You say you are temporary
You say you are here just to keep
Up being  a mystery
but what is this mystery?
Which hasn’t figured out itself  
Hasn’t found where his heart truly lies
And hasn’t found the power to be himself
I say you are scared  
Scared of getting tamed
Tamed by the little things

those things you want to keep unclaimed  
You say you are free bird
A  Phoenix i suppose
But doesn’t the Phoenix rise from his own ashes?
So why are you so sacred of being burnt?
Does the idea of being understood scare you?
Because all you want to be is a mystery
A mystery which doesn’t want to be tamed
But is so **** tied down by the want of not every getting tamed
That his true self is fading away
R May 2017
Today I sat there and looked at the mirror
I saw someone I didn't recognize
Someone who was full of anger and pain
Someone out of her own light
Who was she I asked myself
Her face seemed known yet alien
Her firm hands then started to shiver
She ran her fingers through her silky brown hair
Maybe it was an act to show like she no longer cared
I kept asking who is she to myself
Her eyes rolled out few tears but her lips gave out a grin
What could have caused her so much pain I asked myself
Today I sat there in front of a mirror and couldn't recognize myself
Today I sat in front of a mirror and saw someone else...
R Dec 2018
This pain ages old
Which follows me everywhere i go
This life full of secrets
Stories untold
The bag full of screams
And memories that I can’t let go
What a journey life is
But now all i wanna do is let it go
To commit a sin
So sinful
That will truely set me free
Free from this bag
Which i am not able to throw away
And be free
There are few memories that no matter what you can never let go, they might have occurred when you were a child but they don’t let you go no matter how hard you try
R Aug 2019
Why do i drink so much? I ask me
Because I don’t wanna forget
I tell me
I don’t wanna forget how it feels to be happy
Don’t wanna forget how it feels to cry
Don’t wanna forget how it feels to have feelings
When i lay motionlessly under the sky
The sweet sweet taste of whiskey i sip
Makes me recall how it feels to be carefree
Reminds me it’s ok to be reckless and fall
It’s ok to have feelings
That burning alcohol
Just makes me feel free
From the shield i have created
So effortlessly
It makes me feel again
The sensation of a tear rolling down my chin
It makes me feel again
All the emotions which i now call sins
I am not romanticizing my sadness
Just telling you my story
Why i sip neat whiskey
Early in the morning
It’s not for you
I do it for me
Sip whiskey alone and try to sleep
R Jun 2017
So this is a story with no ending, no lies trust me it’s a never-ending story a story without a plot, just a quest to be satisfied from all that one is craving for and an endless cycle of lust.....
thats what life is
R Jun 2017
How cruel is the world to **** someone's dream,
And chop down one's wing.
To fill someone's life with so much struggle that they stop believing'
How cruel is this world to fill tears in the eyes that dared to dream
So cruel to make them quit their so loved passion and dreams...
R Aug 2019
Sometimes it’s funny how your own body feels like it’s too heavy to lift
But you are ready to lift others up with a smile
With a burning cigarette in your mouth
You look for comfort
Sometimes it’s funny how that comfort is what hurts the most
Small talks feel deep like the ocean
Where you get lost
Sometimes it’s funny how you even manage to put up that fake smile
To put on clothes and wear your heels
And dance the whole night
Sometimes It’s funny how you spiral down darkness
And next morning you act like it was all a lie
Sometimes it’s funny how you laugh about all this
And act like you are alright
R Feb 2019
Maybe somedays i sit and cry alone
Maybe somedays i run around and try
Not to be alone
Maybe i am something which people call mystery
Maybe i am a ***** with a long history
Maybe i am just a confused soul who doesn’t want to get f*cked up

Maybe someday I’ll learn to be soft
Maybe something like a walnut?
Pun intended
R Jul 2017
This pain i feel,
This emptiness that makes  my eyes water,
This sadness which has swallowed my soul,
Is something you can never feel,
The feeling I want to get rid of,
At times i think i left it all behind,
But it keeps finding a way back,
And says "i am home"

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