Rathish Sharma

Many deaths I’ve to live
In love, the twister
That lifts me also splits me
And slithers the creature
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Here it is, and again I have to go through my death
Returning back from a future, the girl is a woman now
And again I have metamorphosed myself
Into an unexposed solitude
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Almost always you appeared to me,
a geometry of addition and subtraction.
Some nights I’ve missed you
in dark corridors of my fears.
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Two hell of the blunders
Following us from behind
Like coldblooded hunters
Relentless in their quest
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Remember this: no matter how sped up our life becomes
And we keep all the world’s footages in our pockets
And we are part of the spectacular stadium euphoria
And there are all sorts of chemistry of inclinations
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