my shore is a lonely spark
snuffed out by the winds
of your ocean

i'm not a child of devotion

i'm an orphan

of you wicked disbelief.

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Exquisitely written bo...

you are my path
i walk it bare and hungry

in love
we are two shining spheres of wild

whereas in life
we float like icebergs - quietly 

i had my faith
in a wrong place

not my fault
that eyes are meant
to stare ahead

and finally
i think
i am afraid

to face the one...

he said
it hurts just once

when heart is yet too tender
to stand the blast of cries

the sway of first betrayal

but as your life goes on
he pr...

i doubt my doubts
they are not deed
of minds
i trust

nor do they manifest
the light
i am reaching for

so,

trust no one
i...

so,
this is what
makes razors in your mouth
taste like acrid blood

and tongue
suddenly so little

i walk from side to side
from corner to ...

i deep my mind
in sauce of half-breed truth

who told there was another road?

we all are walking it the same
though we are different

there is no way<...

sometimes i live more days
than you would care to count

without lesser sense
who else is there to fight

for me

my war

some call it pa...

i don't know if i dare
to look away
another time
we find each other
in the nest of crowd

two white crows
you and me or me and you

wha...

i seek you in the Moon
blindfolded
in the dark

i seek you on the side
in torture
sad
and drunk

i seek you like no one
with passion...

this scorch on the edge
of each cell in my body

feels like
i've never been kissed before

feels like I hover,
soaring high and yet crawling so low.<...

greatness - what have you offered
to the kneeled before your ghostly shape

it made nothing to us, but show
how low will be our grave

honestly, I care so littl...