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Oh the day when the sun hid,
Darkness rose, dancing in gloom
The leaves and flowers, are shed
Black roses had begun to bloom.

The Sun, high and bright,
Was not seen since the day.
Dweller of solar light,
Prepared sacrifices to pray.

But nil response they got,
And generations went by.
The youngster all forgot,
The ball of hope, above & high.

The sun was a forgotten tale,
None awaited his arrival.
Who still desired the scorching gale,
Were fanatics, in denial.
The "Sun" was gone,
A reign of the sky,
Ink-stained feathers—
Scavenger of the lost,
Willing to die.

Blends with the ******,
Identical to all.
Unfurls, beats harder—
The crow begins to fall.

A shadow chasing light,
His nest embraced another—
Not beneath the ink-ish night,
But one that rose from dead anther.

Yet the curse of a crow,
Bearer of omens, fell again.
This time, he couldn't throw—
The wound cut deeper,
The pain remained.

His lullaby, abuse—
His voice, a crash.
Cries rang through the void,
Silencing the bones, thrashed.
People claim to be,
Something of dreams.
They fail to notice me,
Filling my memory's reams.

I was there, standing still,
Your presence remained, unaware;
Moving your lips, with no will,
Harsh words came out, didn't care.

You left the site,
Slamming the door.
In "café delight"
Ending our lore.

I stood there, across the door,  
Watching you leave once more.  
My flowers lay upon the ground,  
Yet you left without a sound.

You claimed to be searching,
Seeking for a lovely shard
You failed to notice me, lurking,
With Lamprocapnos in my yard.

And I remained,
Standing like a stand,
When we no longer sustained
Also when started to expand.
It's a story one didn't care about.
I narrated the plot, to an uninterested crowd.
'cause people claim to be,
Something of dreams
And fail to notice me.
A world, hidden in a lover's eye—
Outsiders ought not to oversee.
It's where anything can come by,
Where ordinary would be a beauty.

Yes, dear reader,
It's the lover's eyes,
A realm much deeper,
Where all the magic lies.

Don't turn away,
Don't shun the flame
Let it softly stay—
It's love, not shame.
It's love, not shame
A will so rigid,
I could reject even my soul.
Memories of past so vivid;
They swallow me a whole.

Lack of pride and no approval;
He neither asks nor pleads.
Wouldn't even present a proposal
For the person his mind heeds
I wrote this poem during December, last year.
"I like you!"
I wished to shout,
Something rare, right about.
A spark that burned through.

But I never knew you,
Well, it was for an instant—
We came upon,
I saw you, only you.
(And you never saw me.)

You never saw me,
I was translucent.
A shadow,
A breath between moments.
A whisper lost in crowded hums.

What we could be—
You never thought to oversee
Yet, only I hesitated.
Only I remained reluctant.
Only I remained reluctant.
A love at first sight.
A love that lasted a moment
A moment of bliss
To serendipity I yearn,
Yet my soul holds no clue.
The fires of self-indulgence burn,
Unyielding to another's woo.

But life without ambition feels tedious,
The longing for love grows more obvious.

My monotonous days now find cessation,
As my heart seeks leisure, a new elation.
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