Silence of deserted part Open the closed Glass Faces appears blurred On perfect Hour. Wisdom rotten, in the name of Opening 'Closed Bars'. Where Soul seeking Doors,
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[?] Life! A beautiful name it is Watching you From the doors, You shut behind. Scratching pictures You had teared, in the hard times . Burning like a darling candle She injures you, Inside Leaving its prints on the drak side One can only see With closed eyes. Hard to understand She tangles person, i n a straight line. Dividing them by a single digit Makes Life An Error Line. People say, they saw her In Palm lines But I see her In an infantile smile. SMRITI THAKUR
Realisation ... with my heart! Desperate to feel the same On your part. I know something is missing But not so far. Just hold my hand That erase the lonesome past. Waiting, so long, Hiding, the core, That is blossom In the corner of my heart. Look! how sudden is the move. You pick me up And throw, like I was The trash of your path. Now it seems ok. Lamp can not be lit In the mid of dark, That fails to lighten the darker path. SMRITI THAKUR