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Knocking at my mind’s door,
Slyly you ask to come in,
Often, we sleep all night
Often, we tangle 'til dawn
Sometimes I think you make me whole
Sometimes I think you kill me
Even when I wish you away
I can’t help but...

Feelings 
I can't express 
My world feels oppressed 
    Feelings 
My chest is compressed 
I feel depressed 
   Feelings
Always supressed
Have to impress 
     Feelings
No one by my side
Hide them inside
     Feelings
To always curl up
Can't...
        

Poked me once and said –
“Sing me a song!” I said
I don’t sing so well
Poked me twice and said –
“Write me a poem!” I said
I don’t write well either
Poked me thrice and said –
“Then what can you do?”
I said darling,...

There are memories I planted
deep enough to forget,
but they sprout anyway,
breaking through the soil of silence.
Some grow thorns,
some bloom softly,
some rise like weeds
I wish I never watered.
But all of them...

We are all threads
Hooked to the needle of time
Poking in and out
Stitching the fabric of our lives
There are never ends or beginnings
Only life getting bigger
Until the needle
Runs out of thread!

There are strangers out there
Strangers who know –
The rhythms of our hearts.
Strangers who –
We shared more than just time.
And for those we are with now.
We keep them occupied
With tales of those strangers
Who...

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint...

She held on to the rose
Like you would for dear life,
She tucked in her nose,
Took in the scent and pollen.
As the rose in hand withered,
The pollen in lungs blossomed
Now her breath,
Has the scent of a rose

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one:
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is...

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little...

A ball of burning fiery fire,
It dims gradually from its glory.
A canvas partly black, partially white, life is reduced to this...
Can it even be called life?

A moment of rekindling of the flame,
It made me crave for...