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The city draped dawn In veil of delirious silence The city we never were Now a dilapidated one.
Hush of crickets in thickets of bushes Where gloomy dark crowded in patches Helianthus drooped in shadows of tyranny Rivulets shallowed Depth compromised where love got trapped Under bridges of concrete heave of cruelty.
Where pastures are rough Grasses are yellow Lesions of soul Never seem to mellow We are a part of That city now The city we never were The city we never were.
This city is still mine This sky , my hope Where we met once and only once Holding hands of oath.
That tapestry of lover's Twilight Now gasping for breathe Far beyond in haze of meadows some erranding train Blowing whistles of death.
I have seen a face that is the reflection of a beautiful soul, with all the stories to say. A face that has wrinkles that holds experiences. The skin that shows the years that lived. Each deep line explains the life passed by. Eyes that still twinkles like the brightful stars. It has the grace, It has the beauty of its own. That face that shows the calmness, with the deep secrets of pain and happiness. I just admire for I have to learn the experience to give my life a meaningful frame. As I read that face and the life that led from years now. Each lines gives me courage to live with all my strength and happiness.
When life pauses itself infront of an opaque wall on a dark street, often it can be deadly to even think of going ahead, on the same path through which you were supposed to go, but what if that it is not exactly that life has taken you there, but somehow you made it upto yourselves, craved for it. It may be quite a heavy feeling to listen to the inner voice of yours which ceases you from doing something you always wanted to do, just because of some painful heartbreaks, and whatever others called it, there is just one term which will fit in there, "intense trauma", malicious enough to part you into pieces, yet sympathetic enough to give you the sweetness of laziness.