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Genuine question. Where I can find lipstick/ balm of this shade

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The salt in my tears taste different

And my heart beats a different rhythm

I shall stay close to my skin and bones and greave on my arms, my shoulders, my palms,  my fingers

The touch

My nose

For the chance in earth I smelled

For our freedom which we used to crave now truly seeing its limits

Self sabotage then its guilt what kind of hypocrisy it is

But no one told a man what to do when the familiar feelings starts to feel unfamiliar

When creases of our hands start to feel changed

What to do when I shall no longer see emotions but reasons for it

'Rationality is a curse' I call out loud

I can no longer feel my bones aching and leaving the depths words

The fireflies are now casting its shadow on on my shriveled tongue

So I crush its life between my teeth

I slit my palm to make my life line long and yours longer

And chase the lightning to see the weather without my eyes

Breathing not living as colours were stepping back too scared to ruin the lives

Oh what a fool they are

The blank canvas I painted,somehow seems untouched

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I made playlist for both of us

Now I listen to it just to hear songs that aren't in my loop anymore

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28/11

The walls around me are chasing down

Compacting Clutching suffocating my breath

And void of solitude and not the kind you enjoy is giving me all kinds of space yet

not enough oxygen to breath

Rose tinted shards

Broken, sharp

If not disposed carefully often end up with bruise, bleed, cuts and scars

"Hooligans! Trash!"people often call us

Sapphire globe filled with passion

I left so many secrets, stories that never got the chance to discuss

All subdued stuffed painfully

"Breathe" they said

I guess they forgot that we aren't sharing the air

While I'm gasping

You're breathing without strangling suffocation

I'm seeing vivid colours going black

And you're seeing the same muted green

A bane to my own existence

Breath in the air

Dissociate

Just (sigh) one last breath

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Hands' play

A play i often see people do

A play of hands

How the bones and joints of the finger

Tell more than eyes

How they gracefully held the sail

When I was sailing in sunset

Hands tell experience perhaps more than wrinkles behind our eyes

Maybe it's a matter of debate

While carefully delicate Hands of new born

With their elder sibling

Holding them my their waist

The Hands that should be chasing childhood are nurturing

Or the henna stained Hands

Not knowing if it'll be as gentle as gentle love of amma who has often burned her hands due to oil splashes while making pooris

Hands are phenomenal when it comes to recovering healing cuts and wounds

Not even know how many secrets they're keeping safe while healing

Once gentle hands became hard and tough

With layers of calluses often scattered across the palm

Like scattered moments happy or sad angry or bitter stored in them

Look the tough hands of my aaji contrasting with wrinkly body that she has

Hands has helped me to sail through sunsets

And held secret hand shakes

Bled

Got secret

Gave strength

Held the loved ones

Let them leave when even when they didn't want to

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Spider lilies marks the body before

its departure

Everyone blames Izanami

Maybe people don't understand

New moon glows where the dead resides

Away

Far to escape

Escape the rude awakening

where mortals bless

Rebirth and death

They try to escape

Grasping the memories of their precious stays

Night and day

Day and night

Grasping the mere flicker of light each day

Full moon came and the death arrived back

Joyous ckrakle spread

When the cry awoke

All humans are made of ghost

Clutching the tiny fragments of past

Not wanting it to leave

They cry in pain

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Only if they realise

You've made an escapist fool for life

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August passes slowly but surely

August of this year was filled with

Missed solo chai dates

Unfinished novels

Rendezvous

emptied promises

With the seasons changing and the only leaves detaching itself due to heavy storm

Like the hope that died too soon

A slow poison perhaps

August slowly but definitely passes

August was also filled with dancing in the rain, playing in puddles

Daily strolls

Dadi giving kisses and candies

Even though I'm clearly too old for them

making sure that not forgetting myself

As I'm moving forward

August was also with blood curdling silent screams

Becoming voice of voice less

Becoming a roar louder than the lion

August just a month or a lesson

Perhaps we'll find out soon

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Paper boat daze

kaleidoscopic vision

Jumping in puddles

Catching butterflies

Building sandcastles

Vision hazy

But more vibrant than now 

I watch

I watch closely as clock strikes six

Old clock mounted on the wall

Breathing in the task

Breathing out as every second

hour hand slowly drifting from six of the evening where I puffed phantom cigarettes and chewed Calcium Sandoz

Clock which was once new

Now has printed its shadow on the wall

The edges are now sticky from years of moisture and oils

Mixed with dirt from my school uniform

In the voyage I feel I travel alone

Sometimes, perhaps majority of time

I try to come up with solutions with Doraemon's pouch

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An unbidden soul

Passing the halls

Ghastly

Personified screams

Empty rooms

Halt

Nonchalant behaviour

Half written boards

Half emptied notebooks

Half finished sketch

Wide eyes

White iris's

Tangled hair with cracked leaves

and dried thorns

Screech

No one heard

Bandages on decaying skin

And a undone pot cherishing

bittersweet nightshade bloom

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I don't think that I have the ability to write anymore

The heart the blead rhymes are leaking and completely full

The words are strangling my thoughts but enough to kill present but never come out

I try and try so hard but I'm disappearing before

World of words are crumbling down like the cookie you try so hard to eat carefully but ends up making a mess

A mess

Perhaps that's what present

Fallen crumbs on my lap

Try so hard to clean and shape

Yet I fall

I fail

I try to stay quiet while the anxiety is boiling