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Winter is here, adorning the city with bleary eyes... Continued in caption... Winter is here, adorning the city with bleary eyes. I, already being an embodiment of pain, build a hut to shelter this season's regret. My cry of horror perches without a tad of discomfort, whenever it snows. It's said that, emotions dance to the tune of seasons. But, certain things don't alter; they even break the bar of worst and earn grimly praises. Just alike my hunches and acts. A perfect layabout, I'm; always lost in murky thoughts. Can a person despise every speck of oneself just like

Winter is here, adorning the city with bleary eyes... Continued in caption... Winter is here, adorning the city with bleary eyes. I, already being an embodiment of pain, build a hut to shelter this season's regret. My cry of horror perches without a tad of discomfort, whenever it snows. It's said that, emotions dance to the tune of seasons. But, certain things don't alter; they even break the bar of worst and earn grimly praises. Just alike my hunches and acts. A perfect layabout, I'm; always lost in murky thoughts. Can a person despise every speck of oneself just like

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again, I go on a venture; this time to my illusionary land, where agony coalesces with assertiveness, pulchritude breaks boundaries, and, kindness has no limits. •Caption• --- There, that cranny is where I obscure my brooches, I don't use them, They don't augment my Not so appealing look. I lodged books and cassettes When my chums wildly searched beauty products. With unkempt robes and messy mane,

again, I go on a venture; this time to my illusionary land, where agony coalesces with assertiveness, pulchritude breaks boundaries, and, kindness has no limits. •Caption• --- There, that cranny is where I obscure my brooches, I don't use them, They don't augment my Not so appealing look. I lodged books and cassettes When my chums wildly searched beauty products. With unkempt robes and messy mane,

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I don't screech, No, I'm not timid. Just bold enough to Bottle up the effervescence. In Caption... Just like you break the fragile materials, To subside your rage, I'm too stimulated to break you into specks. But, I don't. Akin to your ego, I too shelter dingy huts in my soul, But I don't tug you there. When I see you tearing my novels,

I don't screech, No, I'm not timid. Just bold enough to Bottle up the effervescence. In Caption... Just like you break the fragile materials, To subside your rage, I'm too stimulated to break you into specks. But, I don't. Akin to your ego, I too shelter dingy huts in my soul, But I don't tug you there. When I see you tearing my novels,

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Not the darkness, Don't keep complimenting them. They earned more than they deserve. (In Caption) //The other side - Morning Mornings have become too eccentric to perceive. With silent throbs of heart that make hairs stand erect all the time, with chunters, clinging to the open windows and with the seconds hand rushing fast; sunups are stiff. No wonder recluses flash away from mornings. The aftereffect of the anticipation rooted, is terribly unbearable. The anxiety, dreadful anxiety overpowers other emotions, so easily. Developing qualms about abilities has become run-of-the-mill. Destructi

Not the darkness, Don't keep complimenting them. They earned more than they deserve. (In Caption) //The other side - Morning Mornings have become too eccentric to perceive. With silent throbs of heart that make hairs stand erect all the time, with chunters, clinging to the open windows and with the seconds hand rushing fast; sunups are stiff. No wonder recluses flash away from mornings. The aftereffect of the anticipation rooted, is terribly unbearable. The anxiety, dreadful anxiety overpowers other emotions, so easily. Developing qualms about abilities has become run-of-the-mill. Destructi

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//Still staring I obscure myself, After stealing a glimpse. (Caption) //Still staring The souvenirs of autumn nights, gluing the eyelids tightly, takes me back to the well-known epoch, that I ran away from. Crocuses swapping fragrance, through the alleyways of trees, escorts me mechanically. Now I'm here, capturing the blunders in the hindsight. Fastened to the pillar that is situated in the heart of the park, you are. Admiring you, I scratch out my nalis, that were painted black. Getting lost in your world, I trudge around; then wake up with the eccentric gust.

//Still staring I obscure myself, After stealing a glimpse. (Caption) //Still staring The souvenirs of autumn nights, gluing the eyelids tightly, takes me back to the well-known epoch, that I ran away from. Crocuses swapping fragrance, through the alleyways of trees, escorts me mechanically. Now I'm here, capturing the blunders in the hindsight. Fastened to the pillar that is situated in the heart of the park, you are. Admiring you, I scratch out my nalis, that were painted black. Getting lost in your world, I trudge around; then wake up with the eccentric gust.

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Stop crying, blue yonder. Your tears become tasty As they rest on my tongue, After drenching my lips. |Caption| //THE DROPS Welkin turns dark and dreary as the clouds hide its face with silver locks. The tear gas and bombs. Blood and gore. Flesh on platters. Heartbreak and disdain. Loads and loads. Oh, the clouds rush, so that the sky doesn't glance at the living corpse. The branches sprint, so that the dew drops don't rest here. But, the mulish azure peeps - the demise that's called, farmers who are wailing, wrists that are slashed, souls being blazed, green lives that are pollarded. Trucks and truck

Stop crying, blue yonder. Your tears become tasty As they rest on my tongue, After drenching my lips. |Caption| //THE DROPS Welkin turns dark and dreary as the clouds hide its face with silver locks. The tear gas and bombs. Blood and gore. Flesh on platters. Heartbreak and disdain. Loads and loads. Oh, the clouds rush, so that the sky doesn't glance at the living corpse. The branches sprint, so that the dew drops don't rest here. But, the mulish azure peeps - the demise that's called, farmers who are wailing, wrists that are slashed, souls being blazed, green lives that are pollarded. Trucks and truck

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Mayhap, the hairs that fall down Each morning, And, the nails that keep breaking Each night, Divulges the noxious thoughts. ▪Caption ▪ //How gruesome! Those nights, when my heart quarrels with the pillows, where my own thoughts steals the peace, where my eyes shut forcefully with the muddles and the same night which fills my body with trepidation, makes me a bizzare creature, that spoils my day. As I run my hands through my hairs, my eyes become damp, after seeing them falling down inchmeal. As my nails gets corroded, when I scratch them against the wall, I see the parts of my soul getting corroded in the same way! When I se

Mayhap, the hairs that fall down Each morning, And, the nails that keep breaking Each night, Divulges the noxious thoughts. ▪Caption ▪ //How gruesome! Those nights, when my heart quarrels with the pillows, where my own thoughts steals the peace, where my eyes shut forcefully with the muddles and the same night which fills my body with trepidation, makes me a bizzare creature, that spoils my day. As I run my hands through my hairs, my eyes become damp, after seeing them falling down inchmeal. As my nails gets corroded, when I scratch them against the wall, I see the parts of my soul getting corroded in the same way! When I se

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When the Abstractions and Decisions are already Fastened, like the lifeless Walls, then untold torments Are going to overwhelm us. //The walls don't move When the whole city becomes an oven or a refrigerator, the walls don't move. They brawl neither for a blanket nor for a shelter. When the man hits lady's skull violently against it, it remains still. When myriad of words kill each other, it remains in the same place. When blades are scrabbled against it for sharpening, which makes it easy for the girl to cut her hands, it never howls. When the boy leans against the wall, and weeps for being called a girl, it still fails

When the Abstractions and Decisions are already Fastened, like the lifeless Walls, then untold torments Are going to overwhelm us. //The walls don't move When the whole city becomes an oven or a refrigerator, the walls don't move. They brawl neither for a blanket nor for a shelter. When the man hits lady's skull violently against it, it remains still. When myriad of words kill each other, it remains in the same place. When blades are scrabbled against it for sharpening, which makes it easy for the girl to cut her hands, it never howls. When the boy leans against the wall, and weeps for being called a girl, it still fails

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I was supposed to be proud And jovial, that day, But I sat quietly, sobbing, With no insight of what I should do! Cont. In caption... #periodsbelike I was supposed to be proud and jovial, that day, but I sat quietly, sobbing, with no insight of what I should do. That day, June 14th must have been better. The day, must have been memorable. The day, I got my first periods, must have been a bit different. I was so insane, that I didn't know this is not something, that should make me cry. Yes, I cried. I cried, not because of any physical pain, but I cried, as I thought, that this society would no more see me as they used to.

I was supposed to be proud And jovial, that day, But I sat quietly, sobbing, With no insight of what I should do! Cont. In caption... #periodsbelike I was supposed to be proud and jovial, that day, but I sat quietly, sobbing, with no insight of what I should do. That day, June 14th must have been better. The day, must have been memorable. The day, I got my first periods, must have been a bit different. I was so insane, that I didn't know this is not something, that should make me cry. Yes, I cried. I cried, not because of any physical pain, but I cried, as I thought, that this society would no more see me as they used to.

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"UNNOTICED" I thought this is just another day, Where incidents are just incidents, A day where strangers will just be strangers, But, this day was quite bewildering. In Caption... "UNNOTICED" I thought this is just another day, where incidents will just be incidents, a day where strangers will just be strangers. But this day was quite bewildering. The bond I share with people I never met and the disasters that prevails among the troupes that I share most of my time with, bemuses me. The man who yawned, wore a pale green shirt, which wasn't noticed. Not just the yawn, but his reddish eyes, cramps, dry tears and a smile which was in demand, went 'unnoticed'. The old man

"UNNOTICED" I thought this is just another day, Where incidents are just incidents, A day where strangers will just be strangers, But, this day was quite bewildering. In Caption... "UNNOTICED" I thought this is just another day, where incidents will just be incidents, a day where strangers will just be strangers. But this day was quite bewildering. The bond I share with people I never met and the disasters that prevails among the troupes that I share most of my time with, bemuses me. The man who yawned, wore a pale green shirt, which wasn't noticed. Not just the yawn, but his reddish eyes, cramps, dry tears and a smile which was in demand, went 'unnoticed'. The old man