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Tonight the sun sets for goodsucked dry of his lightby the long shadows of humans in queues -queues in front of bus-standsqueues in front of railway countersqueues in front of liquor storesand whore housesand police stations the sun's light was freebut it wasn’t perpetual;it needed the love of a mortalto burn
There are times I test myselfThere are times I want to remind myself that this glee is just a bubbleand the world is still unforgiving to meThere are times I torment myself to remind me of pains past and present There are times I don't talk to you...and believe me when I sayit is unbearable
It is hard. But I have borne rocks on my chest. This, though, is a mountain. Yes it is tough. But I can do it - I can float in the river like autumn's last leaves. I can never tell you that I love you. My rancorous breath will bring you misfortune. But I can stay away from you.
I do not belong to you. I just love you.
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I am waging a warjust as I speakarmed with a penand blood in its bellyAnd you thereare too young and naiveto fathom all the liesin the belly of the beast"The beast" do I say!What better name to giveto a world that is shrinking in a fishnet of hate!Dear Stargazer You are every shade of bluein a palette full of redand the gray of the tarmac and the black of the night!
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When I take my own lifeI deny others the invitation to a feast!How mean of me!
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I haven’t written in a whileand why should I? I barely resemble a human;I'm just a creature that walks on two feetI'm supposed to eatbut I scrounge with the dogsand because of thatthey love meI'm supposed to breathebut I can hold my breath longer than the petunias take to bloomand because of thatI am a permanent addict of the east side park benches I am supposed to be stableand calmand mindfulBut I drift every now and then with the shooting stars of the nightO yes!I almost forgot!I am supposed to be loved like the frantic lover I was;During one of my seizuresI realised I cannot clutch on toa breathing breast like a sinking manclinging on to a straw for dear lifeI can however be a monument like the ones strewn across the city-high perches for the birds to shit on....and monuments do not talk...they just stare at the lovers at their feet© Hirak
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But I have known and loved youfor a thousand yearsAnd I have drifted like a dry leaffrom generation to generation seeking you out everywhere I fell
I cut out a ring from the muzzle of a gun for the Blue Bird in my heart!
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You were the month of different shades of love, you were the month to witness all stolen encounters. You were the month of hugs and kisses.But, dear February are you still the same? Do you still witness the shades of love?With onset of autumn and the rattling of leaves, don't you by mistake trip over broken hearts and fallen promises?Dear February, do you witness hatred more than love these days? The shading of leaves and then carelessly lying of the same soiling the ground, doesn't it remind you of a little girl who in your month of love and serendipity wished for nothing but a better story to tell, whose wishes lie now more lifeless than it should have been?Dear February isn't your heart also wounded with the fakeness around?But make sure this fake world doesn't soil your believe and snatch your charm,Whenever you see true love bless them with the span of eternity, let someone believe that forever is not for few days merely.Your's la belle dame©labelledame
Something like love
The sudden brushing of fingers,To all the stolen kisses..With walking miles,To the last "take care"..We got glimpses of something like love...To the possessiveness grasping the innocent heart,To "you are just mine" tag,From building doubts with everything we saw,We lost that something which could be love©labelledame