I cried and cried through out my path every single story that touch my heart, wrap around a wave of emotions they sat with me to narrate their unread fictions. 

I walk and walk till the wall where all the numb body's lying around blood smudged, cut through the heart 
they sat with me to narrate their heartache.

I sat by them
I sat by them all and i could feel their pain is mine, tears rolled down the cheeks burning my heart lifeless.

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Dear,
Diary
I'm Sorry for that night,
when the stars screamed and fall apart,
I burned you into ashes,
I wanted her memories to burn,
not you.
All those poems, proses
I had inked of her beauty.
Her eyes that made me vulnerable.
Her voice that took me to dreamland,
Are into ashes now, with you.
You would dissolve into air.
Maybe reborn inside me,
And give me a sweet sleep of her memories.  

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When the clock strike at 3.00 am,
Get yourself a glass of red wine,
Get your sword, ink it.

Bear in mind the heartache,
Fight throughout the pages.

Let the writer in you win,
Let her die in your poem.
Create your own time line,
Where you aren't ripped off.

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Long back ago
I survived the human race
So here i lay on my peaceful bed.
My neighbours are quite polite
and no false pretences.
They live by their own,
No words are uttered,
only burning candles flickers.
I wish for a new moon light scared of the sky bleeding black.
Nights runs with rhyming of darkness,
The celestial chills keep me numb,
Crops sleep throughout the day long
My family arrives on weekends for a sneak peak, they bring flowers for a dead men's sake.

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I'm a man who is not alive,
Yet I could speak like one.
I'm a man who still breath,
Yet my heart doesn't beats.
I'm a man with a smile on face,
Which probably never fades,
I'm a Man who can cry a day long,
Yet my eyes aren't wet like a rainy day.
I'm a man who can fly high they say,
Yet I don't have wings they lied.
I'm a man who lost in the sea,
Yet I don't need a shore to survive.
I'm a man who has sleepless nights,
Yet see my eyes they aren't tired.
I'm a man of love,
Yet I don't have one.
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Be mine dusk to dawn,
Yes! You heard it right.
I'm averse to sun alike humans to me,
I had a ache in my soul it's deep and dark,
Time has no effect on me, you can see no grey.
Summer has no hold on me,
Winter makes me stronger.
Lie never fly around me,
Truth is what I hide.

You call me a monster but I insist call me Dracula.
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It's 3 a.m
My eyes aren't tried ,
I was deep into your thoughts that I became vulnerable to read.
I wanted to tell all the possible stuff you ever wondered about me.
I tried to seek solace in you,
You were in the dark,
How could I believe you?
I can't just believe a voice.
So I started to make you through my imagination and you know what happened,
The picture I made was of her,
...and then it said, you haven't moved on baby.
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