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A Drowning man It's the undertow That hit me in my bed. In a moment, My life was out of my hands. One moment it's bright Other- I'm trying to turn on my lights, But life's made me blind. I fall, Crumple up on the floor. It's too heavy to bear this loss. I'm tossed across These wicked waves of grief. Drowning in my agony, I wish nothing but love. But where did that go? Lost in the void of this deadly snow. #tm#poetry#review

Tyrant Tyranny of my mind, Abandoning me everytime. I call, Stand up for me! Call me back to home. Home? You say, It doesn't feel like so. Shouldn't have to walk on eggshells, Just living across the walls. It's not home . You are not safe. Tyranny of my mind, Abandoning me on the gate. I try to run away, Those threads tie me down to ends. I cut loose, And then I fall. No I can't! you say. Telling me how weak I am. So when I am strangled again, Cycle will repeat in my brain. #tm#poetry#review

Yearning Sometimes, All I want is to walk away. Somewhere, Faraway from your reach. Somehow, Out of your hands. Slipping, Away into the abyss. Sometimes, Your love is the worst of my pains. Somewhere, Inside my heart I'm broken. Somehow, All my feelings are lost and frozen. Slipping, Far into bleeding oceans. #tm#poetry#review

Hurts Darling I know it hurts; The burning flesh of wounds no one can see, Bothers you even in your dreams. I know you bleed everyday, Tears that turn to pearl. But the pearl is all they see. All they see is you smile through your agony. But I know it hurts to hide, And hurts even more to admit. So let me help you By not asking you anything instead. Cause even when you don't say I can feel your soul drown, Everytime you take a breath. But it's usually dark before the dawn So I want you to hold on till then. #tm#poetry#review

Hurts Darling I know it hurts; The burning flesh of wounds no one can see, Bothers you even in your dreams. I know you bleed everyday, Tears that turn to pearl. But the pearl is all they see. All they see is you smile through your agony. But I know it hurts to hide, And hurts even more to admit. So let me help you By not asking you anything instead. Cause even when you don't say I can feel your soul drown, Everytime you take a breath. But it's usually dark before the dawn So I want you to hold on till then. #tm#poetry#review

Razorblade I saw you walk besides me, Holding my hand for security. Taking me to dream lands I haven't been, Showing me scenes I have never seen. Then we were apart, Walking on a razor blade. Hate and love just went hand in hand. I hate you; I love you, I repeated again. But I hated me more than anything I could explain. You were what I loved, But never my idol I must admit. I still love you, but only at my own risk. For I know you can't be relied on; For I know you are just a disappointment. But I still need you here by my side To hold me, help me, love me like you do, always. #tm#review#poetry

Title : "Holi" Days. The spring is back. Accompanying the memories of "Holi" merry make. We used to be thrilled even before the "Holi" break. How we were jovial then, unescorted by the term "fake". Last night I was ruminating it with sipping milk shake. Last day of school used to be humorous, we used to laugh till bellyache. Colouring one and all used to be the second best partake. Bantering all and sundry was still at the apex. Rushing to the playground for putting "Gulaal" on all and every peer. What great days those were! Without fear. The day before Holi is called "Holika Dahan". The day to burn evil, vanity, and our inner satan. Before waking up in the morning of Holi, we used to have moustaches of colour. That we ourselves used to make on one another's faces as it's our culture. We used to gorge ourselves from dawn to dusk. Then there was shower of colours again Until we ourselves used to get disgust. There used to be some special moments in the evening. We used to go everybody's home with packets of "Abir" for colouring. And the special songs of "Phag" were sung in the people's gathering. This way we used to celebrate the festival of colours playing. We still do all this, but now it's like we missed something. That maybe ours Salad Days, in a maze of rivalry and misconception's cage. P. S. HAPPY HOLI TO ALL IN ADVANCE. #review #rks #poetry

If he loves, him and cares for him. Let them live, let them love. His choice, your egalitarianism. If she wears short dresses, feels like a barbie. Let her be, her choice is good your thinking should be. If he wants to shed tears, couldn't hold his stress. Give him your shoulder, it's not shameless. If she is unprepared for being a mom. Let her abort, despite digging her a tomb. If he chooses, his career of his choice. Let him be whatsoever he decides. If she wishes to study after her marriage. Let her study, be her patronage. If the black colour is classy. Let's apply it to the skin, make the colorism trashy. Thinking is a choice, a gender is not. If you're an altruist, love LGBTQ too alot. Let's make the equality a new normal. Respect all, accept all and love all. Let's make the humanism immortal. #review #rks #poetry

Title : Normality If he loves, him and cares for him Let them live, let them love. His choice, your egalitarianism. If she wears short dresses, feels like a barbie. Let her be, her choice is good your thinking should be. If he wants to shed tears, couldn't hold his stress. Give him your shoulder, it's not shameless. If she is unprepared for being a mom Let her abort, despite digging her a tomb. If he chooses, his career of his choice. Let him be whatsoever he decides. If she wishes to study after her marriage. Let her study, be her patronage. If the black colour is classy. Let's apply it to the skin, make the colorism trashy. Thinking is a choice, a gender is not. If you're an altruist, love LGBTQ too alot. Let's make the equality a new normal. Respect all, accept all and love all. Let's make the humanism immortal. #poetry #review #rks

Title : The Show What if a morning you'll wake up and find out that everything around you is scripted. The way you go for your office, on the way you meet peoples all are same, like conscripted. For their specific roles in your life, and it's a cue. That this whole world is revolving around you. You are being watched from concealed cameras. Your every move is being recorded at all Agora. Your parents, friends and neighbors all are disguising themselves from you, and they are a part of this big screen that's featuring you. You have been rescued so far from every fatal risk. Cause you're the star of this fictitious flick, and stars are born for shining bright, not for blowing out but for giving a big hit. Then, after acquainting this would you carry on living your shackled and a tranquil life ? Or would like to see beyond this film set that's full of the strife? #review #rks #poetry

Topic : We are in love again. See ! we are in love again, with the faint breeze that touches our cheek, and swirls around us like a freak. See ! we are in love again, with the butterflies that are roistering across the bridge, and almost everywhere in our balcony, park, street, and ridge. The peerless beauty of slades, the uncalm sea, and the grander mount. All are mystical in the sense of what life is all about. See ! we are in love again, with those memories that were supposed to be buried in the core of our hearts, and we never took the piss out of them cause it really hurts. See ! we are in love again, with those old books that were kept for being sold to ragman weekly. But, now we don't want to, cause we'll love to scan them afresh keenly. See ! we are in love again, with the countless stars in the night sky, the vivid colours of the birds, and the folktales of our native lands. See ! we are in love again, with roadside diners where we spent hours babbling, and the forgotten songs of gone days, yes! forgotten, no matter how much we considered them everlasting. See ! we are in love again, with ourselves just like when in games we used to be spies, and whenever we used to play and chase after fireflies. See ! we are in love again, with the thoughts of being loved even after thousands of heartbreaks due to overcommit. Cause we have known that true meaning of love is in the soul and not in getting it. #poetry #rks #review

Topic : We are in love again. See ! we are in love again, with the faint breeze that touches our cheek, and swirls around us like a freak. See ! we are in love again, with the butterflies that are roistering across the bridge, and almost everywhere in our balcony, park, street, and ridge. The peerless beauty of slades, the uncalm sea, and the grander mount. All are mystical in the sense of what life is all about. See ! we are in love again, with those memories that were supposed to be buried in the core of our hearts, and we never took the piss out of them cause it really hurts. See ! we are in love again, with those old books that were kept for being sold to ragman weekly. But, now we don't want to, cause we'll love to scan them afresh keenly. See ! we are in love again, with the countless stars in the night sky, the vivid colours of the birds, and the folktales of our native lands. See ! we are in love again, with roadside diners where we spent hours babbling, and the forgotten songs of gone days, yes! forgotten, no matter how much we considered them everlasting. See ! we are in love again, with ourselves just like when in games we used to be spies, and whenever we used to play and chase after fireflies. See ! we are in love again, with the thoughts of being loved even after thousands of heartbreaks due to overcommit. Cause we have known that true meaning of love is in the soul and not in getting it. #poetry #rks #review