To gaze upon the azure sky,
And let the mind be free of thought,
Is bliss beyond what words can say,
The best of feelings ever sought.
...
Your silence is a wall
That I cannot break through
Your words are a drought
That parches my soul
...
Through the fissures of the ancient gate
I hear the echoes of the bygone days
I hold the relics of the faded age
I stitch the fragments of the lost page
...
A whisper in your ear
A hidden truth or lie
A warning you must hear
Before you say goodbye
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The world speaks
But only whispers
Inaudible to the restless
Only the still can listen
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A void in my chest
Where love used to reside
Now only echoes of rejection
...
I crave a spark of optimism
A flash of brightness in the gloom
Of our land ripped by conflict and rage
Where doom is the common doom
...
Sometimes I act, and then I rue
The choices that I made
Sometimes I freeze, and wish I knew
The chances that I trade
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You are the only one who knows your truth
Your actions and words are mirrors for others
They see what they want to see, not what you mean
You cannot control their eyes, only your own
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I breathe no fumes, I taste no spirits
My life is pure, my face reveals it
But when I pen my thoughts and share
They mock me as a stoner, a loser, a square
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My face is a paradox, a constant frown
Not a reflection of my mood, but a permanent crown
Maybe it's the plaster, maybe it's the genes
A factory flaw, a glitch in the machine
...
I do not waste my breath on those
Who clash for faith or creed
They spew their lies and hatred, but
They do not have my heed
...
My vision shattered, I lost the edges of the world.
You are the only thing I see, a tunnel of light in the night.
But you are not the moon, you are a comet of pain.
You burn me with your fire, you pierce me with your tail.
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The sky, a canvas of splendor
Unfathomable in its glory
I gaze, and gaze, and wonder
How it tells a silent story..
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I used to stammer a lot
I used to hide my voice
I wanted to speak, but I could not
I had no other choice
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At midnight, on the terrace, I gazed at the sky
A grey canvas with a blue moon and stars like fireflies
No human noise, only nature's symphony
A blissful feeling of solitude and harmony
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In the dark of night, when sorrow grips my soul
And desperation fills my every breath
I long for a touch of warmth, a glimpse of hope
A sign that I am not alone in this
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A moment of self-betrayal
A fracture in the mirror
A harder fall than any other
A lesson learned in tears
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I came back home after months of study
Hoping to find some peace and rest
But my room was cold and void of life
As if it had been long left
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I am the sun of my own sky
I shine with love for myself
I heal my wounds with my warmth
I ignore the clouds of doubt
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'I'm a thinker, though not always a good one.. I think I'm a flicker, rarely predictable and do not have a schedule or an ambition to write bigger. I write, because sometimes writing leaves a mark in ways nothing else can.. I don't write consistently, but when I do, I feel like the quiet is listening. I don't know how it works, maybe no one does. As someone once said, " What is written belongs to the beholder." So maybe it means something. Or maybe it's just words..')
Azure Sky...
To gaze upon the azure sky,
And let the mind be free of thought,
Is bliss beyond what words can say,
The best of feelings ever sought.