Feroze Varun Gandhi

To pass over in silence
The preservation of love
Brutalised into evolving
Into the mould
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If creation is not the answer to the conscious
Is it the releasing of the pain
If you held yourself up to the habit
Wouldn't everything be a spiral
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Searching myself as an innocent
Demand: sucking forth
Beyond the hum of desperation
Awaiting the steps
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This is the house of the shadows
There is this secret
which grows within us everyday
Slowly, we change, to keep the secret
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I am not at war I tell myself
As I hold these captured silences
As trophies in my war of repose
My hands are too large for these shackles
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Only the weak hide their scars
I want you to scar me
and claim me as a pawn
in your greater challenge
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The wrong end of a sand glass
All born in different universes
But the same mind,
Born over and over again
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I woke up to the
The rising of the hum
The sky a disappointed blue
I've been so far away at times
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I lay my memories down
on this forsaken path
I've taken off my mask
It was starting to bleed
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I live in a beautiful cage
Where my pain is light on your eyes
Where my tears are delicately timed
to offer no real surprise
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Left to even with the jungle
Where we made our mistakes
Headed for every gate
The night and its pre-appointed murmur
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