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     .
     I
      am
    that
     land so
    barren with
     a dreary lonely
    life, seeking rain to
    end this strife. I am living
              in  nothingness. But there is        
     an oasis in my tear duct, fertile
      spot, an emotion still left in me
    keeping me alive, bringing back
     my will. I now know the point,
    the reason why they arrive,
    them tears in my life.

My thoughts are the paint
Unlit sky as canvass
Sombre masterpiece.

The stars gleam in different pace
But they still are like an orchestra harmonious
But why do are hearts even in discordant race
Can never be a symphony euphonious?

I fell foolishly
Onto flower-decked abyss
Bewitched by beauty

Cerise fire blazing
Lethal yet so enchanting
Uncontrolled feelings

By the river bank, the daffodil sways
With the soft brush of astray wind travelling
But not a petal of her defrays
She remained charming and ever alluring
Then I saw you wanted the flower there lies
But I’m a stem, a nil to those eyes

At night, you glance at the sombre canopy
Your eyes wander hopefully and eagerly
Then I saw a glimmer and blithe on your face
When you found the star- the only one you chase
So, you combed the crowd of gas and dust
Yet you couldn’t see the moon to you that always watch.