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Hailstorm

Wolves are hollowing at the peak,
Birds going total freak.
Is this reality or a dream?
I can sense some subtle screams.

Intense, destructive and cold breeze,
Is this city on the verge to freeze?
I may sound off, i may sound mad,
But this clime is, really bad.

In a blink of eye,
Earth started to cry,
Increasing it’s load,
Sky started to explode.

I am forced to run as the rain begun,
Hail stones are no more fun.
Its hard to breathe under such intense shower,
Nature never fails to prove its power!

Whole place is covered in white pebbles,
Weather really is, on another level.
I never wanted to witness hailstorm,
Maybe its safe inside the dorm.

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poetry

Pain is pain

Every time you’re hurt,
You keep coming,
Your heart,
is a heart,
Others have machines,
just running.

I’m sick of these guess games,
Haven’t you got any other to blame?
Please, stop these claims,
Your agony is a result of,
your own flames.

Kept pushing me,
Whenever I offered help.
Now, when you are drowning in sea,
You choose to Yelp?

I too, have a soul,
But you kept digging hole,
Stop roaming around,
comparing loss or gain.
Regardless of intensity,
pain is pain.

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poetry

Death’s poem

You shall see me,

Where these horizons meet.

Stay here, quite,

Please, have a seat.

To end your sufferings,

I have come a long way.

I promise to take your pain

Sorrows and all desires away.

You have served the sphere,

During these days.

You still are unaware,

Of world’s greatest ways.

Don’t strain, come,

Accept these vacations.

Oh, mortal!

I, indeed, am the final destination.

_ Death.

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poetry

Mermaid’s Tale

I met this guy on the shore,
He was cool, funny
and something more.
Bright ocean blue eyes
and a strong jawline,
With a height, almost fine.

Golden hair, perfect lips,
He was roaming
around the ships.
Due to shore’s haze
My whole body shuddered
under his gaze.

He motioned towards me
and opened his arms,
For the first time,
I really felt protected,
safe and warm.

He stayed for few days
and I was all his,
Ocean was warning me,
through the fizz.

I started to believe in love
He gifted me a pair of dove.
He believed in dreams,
so I gave him a dream catcher,
Was not aware,
he was a snatcher.

During one night,
we were sitting on the rock,
This time,
Instead of me he was staring at the clock.
I knew a mermaid
was not allowed to fall
But this love
really was moon’s call.

Ripping ocean’s lap,
He left with his ship,
And I still miss him
with every flip.

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poetry

Shield

I learned his past
present
desires to fly,
The way he sounds
when his demons cry.

His scent,
voice,
fears,
Love, was divine.
I wanted to claim and
make him mine.

Under the moonlight,
on heart’s call,
I was ready to breakdown
my heart’s wall.

Everything was perfect
and fine,
until I came to know
he was dying to
call me his lifeline.

I witnessed a love,
nearly perfect.
My locality was
dancing under a special effect.

My soul was empty
and heart
full of doubt,
Over the rainfall
I ended up
choosing drought.

Pushed him away
was afraid of being healed,
Here I am,
Alone,
with my high shield.

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poetry

Roads

I looked at him
while crying,
I knew
there was no use of trying.
You left and moved
towards the wood,
And I stood there,
like you said I should.
Every path I take is black,
I wonder if you ever
going to come back?
Whenever these roads
try to threaten me,
I wish upon him,
but never came he.
I know you closed every door
which led you my way,
Damn!
I still keep my hopes high
for another day.

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poetry

Philistine

You are
not an easy
memory to erase.

You painted the walls green
changed the way my wounds heal,
moved the tables and rearranged
the surroundings,
And left me here,
grounded.

The flowers you left,
Paintings you brought ,
Garden you planted,
and the windchime
We have got,
Everything here, reminds me of you.

Darling, you are the artist I craved!!

But now
I want to run away
from every memory
we shared.

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The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

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