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why can't I choose my own family ? " only a few years could be draped in their blanket." this boy, his eyes were gleaming the truth. I'd known Charlie for long but that day, he got me thinking

why can't I choose my own family ? " only a few years could be draped in their blanket." this boy, his eyes were gleaming the truth. I'd known Charlie for long but that day, he got me thinking

Kartik Prajapat

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Being alive and kicking mostly wasn't easy for me, and I do think back on a few such days I was about giving up on thy existence devoid of her air of mystery. when I didn't wish any other thing witnessed my stars not gleaming, when I blotted out a lantern, only to fall instead.

Being alive and kicking mostly wasn't easy for me, and I do think back on a few such days I was about giving up on thy existence devoid of her air of mystery. when I didn't wish any other thing witnessed my stars not gleaming, when I blotted out a lantern, only to fall instead.

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• On light, night, and the life • you see a sunset and you don't come back awake when it has had a rise. you battle as the sun cracks the dawn and see days, bleak when you go get no place fast.

• On light, night, and the life • you see a sunset and you don't come back awake when it has had a rise. you battle as the sun cracks the dawn and see days, bleak when you go get no place fast.

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read in the caption a face, dampen the eyes, apt enough to peel out. cheeks that dimple, but now grooves and underline. wrinkling brows on forehead strands, workaholic frowns. speckles you see, trace your fingers over the mirror, slightly more than those you snip under your skin,

read in the caption a face, dampen the eyes, apt enough to peel out. cheeks that dimple, but now grooves and underline. wrinkling brows on forehead strands, workaholic frowns. speckles you see, trace your fingers over the mirror, slightly more than those you snip under your skin,

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I felt myself no longer a human but a scarecrow (Captioned) That night my eyes were glued to the starry sky, Craving for an at least a shooting star. But, I saw three birds

I felt myself no longer a human but a scarecrow (Captioned) That night my eyes were glued to the starry sky, Craving for an at least a shooting star. But, I saw three birds

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Shades (Captioned) When the spring Crocuses unleashed their fragrance, I set on my toddler feet to the school premise. I saw vivid faces, some with big smiles, some with big cries. But one caught my eyes - the girl with milky tone and pink cheeks.

Shades (Captioned) When the spring Crocuses unleashed their fragrance, I set on my toddler feet to the school premise. I saw vivid faces, some with big smiles, some with big cries. But one caught my eyes - the girl with milky tone and pink cheeks.

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The pitchy darkness of mauve sky blinds me with a wish to live. I'm consumed with darkness that bliss casts upon my being. //Caption The pitchy darkness of mauve sky blinds me with a wish to live. I'm consumed with darkness that bliss casts upon my being. There's an artist,

The pitchy darkness of mauve sky blinds me with a wish to live. I'm consumed with darkness that bliss casts upon my being. //Caption The pitchy darkness of mauve sky blinds me with a wish to live. I'm consumed with darkness that bliss casts upon my being. There's an artist,

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*Of Broken Dreams* My dreams are broken, Like a freshly plucked flower, Left to dry on a God's idol. My dreams are broken, Like a tender leaf, Left in dern oblivion. My dreams are broken, Just like a lover's heart, Leaping in the ocean To catch the endless horizon. My dreams are broken, Like bones of a shifting Werewolf, causing immense pain. My dreams are broken, Like a shooting star, Left to die an unnatural death. My dreams are broken, Like a lantern, jealous of the star, Who himself lies broken, dead. //Caption *Of Broken Dreams* I play with my own dreams, When the dusk comes alive and, The sun sets down the horizon. I play with my own dreams, Like a child playing with the sand, Lying lamenting on a sea-shore.

*Of Broken Dreams* My dreams are broken, Like a freshly plucked flower, Left to dry on a God's idol. My dreams are broken, Like a tender leaf, Left in dern oblivion. My dreams are broken, Just like a lover's heart, Leaping in the ocean To catch the endless horizon. My dreams are broken, Like bones of a shifting Werewolf, causing immense pain. My dreams are broken, Like a shooting star, Left to die an unnatural death. My dreams are broken, Like a lantern, jealous of the star, Who himself lies broken, dead. //Caption *Of Broken Dreams* I play with my own dreams, When the dusk comes alive and, The sun sets down the horizon. I play with my own dreams, Like a child playing with the sand, Lying lamenting on a sea-shore.

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*Fragrance of Friable Faith* The shooting star fades away, With the fragrance of faith, To fulfill a wish in its death. Somewhere, in the vicinity, A flower withers away, With the faith to bloom again. At the same time, elsewhere, Raindrops dance with the wind, Producing pitter-pattering aeolian, And a dream-catcher witnessing everything, Smiles to see the inscrutable fragrance of faith, Embellishing tender hearts. //Caption *Fragrance of Friable Faith* The fragrance of faith adorns my heart, It's inscrutable, how the heart find faith even in the darkest of the nights, It embellishes my heart like an ornament, Making it look better than before, Heartwarming, heartfelt, and frenzied.

*Fragrance of Friable Faith* The shooting star fades away, With the fragrance of faith, To fulfill a wish in its death. Somewhere, in the vicinity, A flower withers away, With the faith to bloom again. At the same time, elsewhere, Raindrops dance with the wind, Producing pitter-pattering aeolian, And a dream-catcher witnessing everything, Smiles to see the inscrutable fragrance of faith, Embellishing tender hearts. //Caption *Fragrance of Friable Faith* The fragrance of faith adorns my heart, It's inscrutable, how the heart find faith even in the darkest of the nights, It embellishes my heart like an ornament, Making it look better than before, Heartwarming, heartfelt, and frenzied.

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*Grief- A Glow of Strength* It gives strength to Write poems again, It gives strength to Chant a wish again, It gives strength to Sway like a dandelion, It gives strength to Decipher those mounds of mundane emotions, It gives strength to Find hues from a black sky, It gives strength to Write with an ink, dry. It gives strength to Fight the sciamachy, It gives strength to Love everything, It gives strength to Fly like a butterfly, It gives strength to Live your life again. It gives strength to Die gracefully like A shooting star. //Caption *Grief- A Glow of Strength* Have you heard about black magic, Doing good things to people, for people? Have you heard about an occult called grief? The one which paints life black, so that it can stand among a group of plain white lives? The black raven grief,

*Grief- A Glow of Strength* It gives strength to Write poems again, It gives strength to Chant a wish again, It gives strength to Sway like a dandelion, It gives strength to Decipher those mounds of mundane emotions, It gives strength to Find hues from a black sky, It gives strength to Write with an ink, dry. It gives strength to Fight the sciamachy, It gives strength to Love everything, It gives strength to Fly like a butterfly, It gives strength to Live your life again. It gives strength to Die gracefully like A shooting star. //Caption *Grief- A Glow of Strength* Have you heard about black magic, Doing good things to people, for people? Have you heard about an occult called grief? The one which paints life black, so that it can stand among a group of plain white lives? The black raven grief,