Abhinav Maurya

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Devoured, but still think I am winning. The game of life, ruled by me (I think)but have been played all along. Time is laughing into my hands. Singing 'the past' song.

I have compromised for conventions. By killing my feelings on every steps. Thrown myself into this wild goose chase. In hope of something I don't even think I wanted to get.
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Fog was gone leaving little traces of mists. Though it was cold, I walked on trails limits of my field.
Till the horizon as much as my eyes could see everything was lush green.
Except yellow mustard flowers, a paramount bouquet in clime's finest hour.
I was shuddering still I went into the wheat field, 'barefoot' dare not hurt those little plants.
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Thou art heavenly, hell crazy, greenest of greeneries.
Me! barren desert near a salted sea.
Rain falls everyday on thee.
As I yearn for little dews to fall on me.
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What flowers doth thou bud on thy lips!
A honeyed taste I savour— hid.
What scent doth thy neck wear!
I mesmerise rotating its sphere.
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Somewhere something went right, I met you and you made my life a gleaming sight. Before I felt nothing, now I feel like an earl.
All of this 'coz of you my pearl.

You came like a morning breeze; shivering my inside, giving me goosebumps, making my heart a stormy tide, rushing through my veins, reaching everywhere,
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Everyday I wonder what's in her eyes. And she smiles, fake? May be not, who knows? who cares? And there it goes, ended in ignorance and despair.

Sometimes we do talk two words or maybe more, but not enough and door slammed, was she bored? May be not, who knows? who cares? And there it goes, thorn of vanity pricked before rose.
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You beauty, purple. What's that droplet stick with you? Shining in your colour, wanting to be with you. Unaware of your conspiracy, in collude with grave forces.In time he'll be drag down to his sources. His credulousness will end up in inevitable misery.In remorse, he will strive to get out of your treachery.

Soon one strikes, dragging him down. And then second, even worse; a rising horror with yellow power in the east, burning everything for it's feast. Now there is no way. Poor can't stay. Survival will end in extinction. Until the twinkling knights of love come in rescue.
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Diving deep into a new world. Explored by a handful of people from our herd. It's so beautiful in here. Solitary, but a different kind of happiness and peace. The feelings are out of my words reach.

Seeing new plantations, meeting new creatures everyday. Desires and mortality have gone at bay. Seems reaching close to my salvation, far-far away from hunger and starvation. 'Mercy' to the people, who were here before me. Who left their notes to guide.Giving us prospect and vision that we strive.
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What about her?
Everyday I see her, always the same unfamiliar character.
She always seems in hurry.
Like something is missing from her life. Something that she wants to hive. Which is... beyond my brain's deepest dive.
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Independent, Liberal, Spirited, Intelligent, Smart and Art lover; Darling you don't need any more weapons. I'm already dead. Forget 221B bakers, you're are the wonder of the stonehenge.
Dear Ms. Adler,
You have shot me at point blank range. The proud colosseum of me, is now a mere ruin. My Taj has been abandoned by the moon. Hanging Gardens of Babylonia, that's all I have been. Like Torre pendente di Pisa, now I lean.
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Don't be afraid.
It was just a bad dream.
Breath slowly- and slowly go back to sleep.
Thou art not alone.
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