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Kartik Prajapat
• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 10 ) a large part of yours tended to be satiated in the lows that punched the clock. you felt for your grief in the days gone up, neither did you let it go nor were you accepting that you loved gulping your tears. not in the metropolis? you dashed for another town. built into a madman, sober yet drunken by the tonic that the life brought to your bottle.you danced on your misery up and down, celebrated the pain, painted on your blemishes. you knew not the address, whereabouts that could've assisted to
a large part of yours tended to be satiated in the lows that punched the clock. you felt for your grief in the days gone up, neither did you let it go nor were you accepting that you loved gulping your tears. not in the metropolis? you dashed for another town. built into a madman, sober yet drunken by the tonic that the life brought to your bottle.you danced on your misery up and down, celebrated the pain, painted on your blemishes. you knew not the address, whereabouts that could've assisted to
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Kartik Prajapat
• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 9 ) a week without her went like the water of Ganga, flooding onto your delta plains, the alluvium of memories sandier enough to drain what you had, and none in an instant. you loathed of course. but before it was too late, you set off to find her over the length of the metropolis you'd happened upon. one after the other a new face, each with their configurations. an intruder that you were, pulled out the lockers then, now people. people? who you'd knocked on their back, who did turn but to answer y
a week without her went like the water of Ganga, flooding onto your delta plains, the alluvium of memories sandier enough to drain what you had, and none in an instant. you loathed of course. but before it was too late, you set off to find her over the length of the metropolis you'd happened upon. one after the other a new face, each with their configurations. an intruder that you were, pulled out the lockers then, now people. people? who you'd knocked on their back, who did turn but to answer y
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Kartik Prajapat
• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 8 ) 'life's not easy', you can't say. you weren't the showman, now show them. show them the heartstrings that strum no more, the thumbs and the fingers that were about to be cured, a mouthful of ulcers holding the unsaid words, memories on the fingers triggered by the handlines she chiseled. a shame? that she left you in the lurch with just a text. guilt? of not having the firm hands. doldrum? of slipping the rom-com you once had. or fault? of defying yourself to have known her the best? maybe none.
'life's not easy', you can't say. you weren't the showman, now show them. show them the heartstrings that strum no more, the thumbs and the fingers that were about to be cured, a mouthful of ulcers holding the unsaid words, memories on the fingers triggered by the handlines she chiseled. a shame? that she left you in the lurch with just a text. guilt? of not having the firm hands. doldrum? of slipping the rom-com you once had. or fault? of defying yourself to have known her the best? maybe none.
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Kartik Prajapat
• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 7 ) made off with the necklace, you trampled down the window overhearing her. the need shuddering her hands to say "stop" bagged you to the floor. word it the mercy or happenstance, the then night sky stretched out above. like a falling star, she drove towards you embracing you through the air with a streak of torpid light. the cold stars stared down at serendipity. you, your heart at rest. everything out of thin air but you knew not, a gut reaction that it was the wildest of your dreams, she was to
made off with the necklace, you trampled down the window overhearing her. the need shuddering her hands to say "stop" bagged you to the floor. word it the mercy or happenstance, the then night sky stretched out above. like a falling star, she drove towards you embracing you through the air with a streak of torpid light. the cold stars stared down at serendipity. you, your heart at rest. everything out of thin air but you knew not, a gut reaction that it was the wildest of your dreams, she was to
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Kartik Prajapat
• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 6 ) the scaffoldings-like adrenaline rush, you felt like a rat on the run-of-the-mill, a fair day's work compensation was not your thing. life had given you the second stance at this juncture but you opt for the theft, your destiny. a hasty departure on a fine evening, a tattle hit your eardrums. the old manor was to be empty. no member, only money. here's where you got on, leaping the big fences, into the overgrown bushes, and finally breaking the mansion in. thank heavens, you butted dead in the m
the scaffoldings-like adrenaline rush, you felt like a rat on the run-of-the-mill, a fair day's work compensation was not your thing. life had given you the second stance at this juncture but you opt for the theft, your destiny. a hasty departure on a fine evening, a tattle hit your eardrums. the old manor was to be empty. no member, only money. here's where you got on, leaping the big fences, into the overgrown bushes, and finally breaking the mansion in. thank heavens, you butted dead in the m
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Kartik Prajapat
• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 5 ) big hands to the land of the metropolis you'd dropped. with the flash memory roving on your mind, you headed in the city. well known for its ironworks, for you getting an odd job was no great deal, what was, were the aspirations and labor you never knew. mattered now what seemed trivia to you, your sticky fingers, threadbare pockets, and hair-raising rentals demanding you to grind. sneaked through a gap in a chawl, an old calendar, the rat poison tucked in a corner, balconies for you strung in a
big hands to the land of the metropolis you'd dropped. with the flash memory roving on your mind, you headed in the city. well known for its ironworks, for you getting an odd job was no great deal, what was, were the aspirations and labor you never knew. mattered now what seemed trivia to you, your sticky fingers, threadbare pockets, and hair-raising rentals demanding you to grind. sneaked through a gap in a chawl, an old calendar, the rat poison tucked in a corner, balconies for you strung in a
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Kartik Prajapat
• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 4 ) in nothing at all, you were asked to take your shirt off the back. that's when you decided to head to the metropolis at great risk. with the baggage of emotions, an empty pouch, some tattered clothes on your skin, you boarded the local for a daylong route. you'd of course chose a corner berth, distant from the world you have had overcome. only a few minutes then, the train and your rummaging mind were flagged off. when you drove in the panorama of trees that happened to blow past. fast. faster a
in nothing at all, you were asked to take your shirt off the back. that's when you decided to head to the metropolis at great risk. with the baggage of emotions, an empty pouch, some tattered clothes on your skin, you boarded the local for a daylong route. you'd of course chose a corner berth, distant from the world you have had overcome. only a few minutes then, the train and your rummaging mind were flagged off. when you drove in the panorama of trees that happened to blow past. fast. faster a
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Kartik Prajapat
• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 3 ) the slight on your helper's faces, behind them, lurking the favors you never realized, you surrounded yourself with the nastiness of the world and bought into the belief that the toxicity was you. you hated yourself. That plea you saw, floating in your father's eyes when he showed you the way out home. for the first time, you couldn't convince your mother against him, she also turned a blind eye. dislocated, you walked the empty streets. beggar as they called you were a common sight now. pity, t
the slight on your helper's faces, behind them, lurking the favors you never realized, you surrounded yourself with the nastiness of the world and bought into the belief that the toxicity was you. you hated yourself. That plea you saw, floating in your father's eyes when he showed you the way out home. for the first time, you couldn't convince your mother against him, she also turned a blind eye. dislocated, you walked the empty streets. beggar as they called you were a common sight now. pity, t
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Kartik Prajapat
• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 2 ) next, you did descend once again upon in a road sided house. searched its corners, drawers, bits, and boxes for anything worthwhile. not a stone left unturned, you do well, you think. nothing but so much in there laid your eyes round the four walls, you felt in a familiar odor of furnishings. promptly, you headed to a desk. overcome by the vellichor of handbooks, the homesickness burbling in your stomach, you get your hands upon a rack —a portrait of some family, you couldn't season with it. in
next, you did descend once again upon in a road sided house. searched its corners, drawers, bits, and boxes for anything worthwhile. not a stone left unturned, you do well, you think. nothing but so much in there laid your eyes round the four walls, you felt in a familiar odor of furnishings. promptly, you headed to a desk. overcome by the vellichor of handbooks, the homesickness burbling in your stomach, you get your hands upon a rack —a portrait of some family, you couldn't season with it. in
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Kartik Prajapat
• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 1 ) you liked to walk, leaving no traces behind, so forclosed your every move. panic stuck your feet, your socks stink morose of the hundreds of lives you've lived, yet evacuating no record of being. the adrenaline rush as clung on to balconies of many, nerved, you never entered a house with the intent of committing a robbery. But you saw the world to looting on digits, lusts, and found yourself in a complete deficit. If theft was a destiny, if it could make your living easy, you needed to come in f
you liked to walk, leaving no traces behind, so forclosed your every move. panic stuck your feet, your socks stink morose of the hundreds of lives you've lived, yet evacuating no record of being. the adrenaline rush as clung on to balconies of many, nerved, you never entered a house with the intent of committing a robbery. But you saw the world to looting on digits, lusts, and found yourself in a complete deficit. If theft was a destiny, if it could make your living easy, you needed to come in f
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