everyday,
I let myself,
drink a glass,
of poison,
but the pain inside me,
never dies !!!

I don't know why
but I keep scared
like
what if something happens to my mom in next five second,
what if my inspiration dies before I meet him,
what if something happens with me or
anyone I love,
how would I be surviving then,
this question makes me awake all night.

for decades
LOVE and TEA
where burning
on low flame
.
.
.
now they had become
famous

please
bring some poison



I've called my aspires
on  dinner

your memories are like stubborn  tenants
no matter how many times
I say to leave my heart
they refuse

Let's talk about wealth
.
.
.
.
.
.
how many true friends you have ?

why does this happen ?
a sudden wave
my breathe starts knocking
my hands tremble
Like
I have sleep paralysis in broad day light .

S
                                O
                             ­   
                               M
                                A
                             ­   N
                                Y

                         ­       H
                                E
                      ­          A
                                R
                   ­             T
                                
                 ­               G
                                E
              ­                  T
                                S

                               B
                               R
                               O
                               K
                               E
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                            ­   N

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                               E
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                               T
                               H
                               A
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                              W
                              ­H
                              Y

                              ­T
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                              E­

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                              E
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                              D
­                              E
                              C
 ­                             R
                              E
  ­                            A
                              S
   ­                           E
                              D

   ­                           T
                              H
    ­                          E

                              D
    ­                          A
                              Y
     ­                         S

he went away
after learning love
from me

now he'll love
forever
whoever she'll be

Having a place you know you can return to,
Itself is a blessing.

I kiss the part of my
love
which was so amaze
now it's being a
prison

whenever I catch cold

me to God :-

oh god,
I know you love me
but I still wanna live,
even my hero haven't entered in my life yet.

We could've met
We could've
******
Met

never show your wounds,
here ;
people add salt.

I'm writing a book

It's about a campus story
.
.
.
who would like to read it ?

the biscuit I dip in tea gets soggy and falls before I eat it.
whatever I aim to throw in dustbin,
it fails.
the way I peel boiled eggs
more then half gets out with the skin.
If I try to cook something
it burns and even I can't recognise what I've made.
If I sit with coffee in my hands and write some poem,
unfortunately it falls on my books.
no matter with how much affection I carry a child,
they cry loud.
the day I deliberately want to have some non-veg food,
I come to aware that its Saturday.


am I the only one .......... having such a miserable life 😑

midnight 2am

cigarette

Champaign

thoughts

best

day