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Truth

Truth be told. But lies are so comforting one on top of other, stacked carefully. sleeping beneath the comfort made of patches and stitches. An additional hand in support creeps in and grows around making truth completely invisible. Recasting overshadows. When the wound is surrendered it is cut and slit- open to show the agony caused inner complexities  sugar coated cubes of poison and a hope for truth be told. But again disoriented stitched and closed. What lies beyond is an adventure You would escape any day but flip. An amateur. Some may walk out of their own skin pretend to have forgotten all. You moron. The simplest escape seems seeking truth, from ascendants to descendants giving history a pinch of honesty and display of bravery and courage. Truth is like el nino. Warm but destructive. You deny the existence and question the validity. Sweeping stains and wiping tears truth stands alone and feeble. Stashed beneath the power of blind faith and support - family fear, money and soc
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It takes courage to speak to the world But only now I know Writing also has a tongue That can be cut
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Possessing your lady publicly is an unforgettable romance.

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I planted a seed which bloomed to be a wildflower.

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Wonders

You don’t just look at wonders You stare I am a poet Don’t judge my fixated glare You don’t lack words You lack intension There is beauty in microns It just needs your attention You can express You can choose not to But you can not That is not true There are words Which are subjective You see it yourself With different objective A glimpse can define beauty A stare can define nuances of it A statement can be true But it may not hold the truth When I first laid eyes on you I described you as beautiful But you will not know Why?  
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Stuck - Part 1

Doomed in the darkness No where to go Reflection from the past Feels like from a moment ago Submerged in my pain Lost the track of time It was in my childhood Now I am twenty nine This is not to be discussed But I am in the pain If I suppress it now It will come time and again Need of the hour Keep walking alone If you lose faith You will be called a moron People let go of things Then why I feel stuck in pain Is it because It happened again ?  
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Reflection

Look at yourself in the mirror  This time a little closer Beyond your face Beyond any caste creed or race Take a deep look at your soul What do you see Accomplishments or failure A saint or an inferior You are your own judge You known your sins We all make mistakes and know what it takes When unsure of a situation Inact your thoughts Sitting in front of a mirror See if it gives you terror It shows what you want to see A lie for a lie You are not aging Some introspection is at making What are you protecting When you believe in god Let him decide If you are a fraud
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