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Have you ever lost your heart in the hems of broken cursives?
It’s a mystic realm that draws you in… like a black hole is known to snatch the world away.

To the people of stones and metal, it may seem like forbidden magic when a poet holds your hand and walks you through the dark.

They chant to the silent tunes of truths and wonders; and scream at the sight of lies and vows.

Vows… let’s talk about them! They belong to the grey world of lack and lustre. You may have vowed your world to the orphan, or… You may have betrothed your misery to power.

Either way… it’s a town of beauty! The finesse lures you in a blink… and you fall!

After all, who would not fall for ‘slavery’ over ‘self’? Humans do!

So, when a poet spins metaphors around a dead log of wood, and her avowal calls it ‘Ivory’… you buy it!
Why? Because we buy into words.

Our eyes have grown too tired, now that we have chased the light for ages… ‘Lack’ sounds like peace!

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Trigger Warning: Child Abuse⁣ ⁣ A few days ago,⁣ My lover had my hands in his;⁣ I loved the way his eyes sparkled⁣ And his lips curved into a stunning smile,⁣ As he brushed his fingers⁣ At the back of my palm⁣ ⁣ There we were,⁣ Living the blissful moments of⁣ Our once-in-a-lifetime romance;⁣ But then,⁣ All my metaphors came down crashing⁣ Falling into a white scar,⁣ Leaving my poetry naked⁣ ⁣ He dug deep into my eyes,⁣ With an unsaid question⁣, And all my charm⁣ Went splurging into tears⁣ -⁣ I was seven⁣ When one of my uncles⁣ Burnt my hand⁣ With a scorching hot iron⁣ ⁣ I still remember how it felt⁣ Having my skin stuck to that piece of metal,⁣ And then,⁣ Later⁣ How it broke my heart⁣ Into a thousand tiny pieces,⁣ Looking at those tiny boils⁣ ⁣ I froze;⁣ Didn't scream at all;⁣ Not even a cry for help⁣ ⁣ It felt like all my sentences⁣ Had strangled my tongue⁣ Into a paralyzed piece of flesh;⁣ Unworthy⁣ And too coward⁣ To move⁣ ⁣ I looked at my hand,⁣ And then I looked back at him;⁣ With eyes as empty as a black hole⁣ ⁣ He was smiling;⁣ A very crooked smile;⁣ One that sent chills down my spine⁣ ⁣ I took a few steps back⁣ And ran out of the room⁣ Only to be followed by a mocking smirk⁣ -⁣ I have it all⁣; Still alive⁣; Still breathing in my head⁣ ⁣ Just as vivid ⁣ As a thing of yesterday;⁣ Just as stale⁣ As rotten bread⁣ -⁣ I whimpered as I cried⁣ Coiled up in my lover's arms;⁣ All I wanted⁣ Was for him to hear⁣ My childhood speaking in those scars//⁣
Our history has known cages;⁣ Of all kinds and characters.⁣ The one with bars of gold⁣ And the others with floors of grave dirt.⁣ The ones which held the innocent⁣ And the others which freed the ghouls.⁣ ⁣ But not very often,⁣ When you walk through the pages⁣ Of your own history,⁣ You land up⁣ Imprisoned.⁣ ⁣ Imprisoned behind the walls of⁣ Some doomed silvered glasses.⁣ Imprisoned to a cage of mirrors.⁣ Imprisoned to yourself.⁣ ⁣ Up until this moment,⁣ The clock hands never echoed louder.⁣ Up until this moment,⁣ The questions never sent shivers down your spine.⁣ ⁣ The clock now,⁣ Is running on a timeless retreat.⁣ The questions now,⁣ Come for YOU,⁣ From yourself.⁣ ⁣ Who are you?⁣ Why are you?⁣ Where are you?⁣ ⁣ You run to the mirrors,⁣ Banging at each one of them,⁣ Hoping to⁣ Either knock the glass out⁣ Or make your hand bleed the answers.⁣ ⁣ None happens.⁣ Nothing shatters.⁣ Nothing bleeds.⁣ All fall silent.⁣ ⁣ Then,⁣ You begin⁣ To hear⁣ Clearer than ever.⁣ ⁣ You begin to hear your soul hum,⁣ As faint as a whisper,⁣ But as clear as a woman weeping⁣ On a dark moonless night.⁣ ⁣ Your soul hums to you,⁣ How⁣ You⁣ Are a handful of Earth;⁣ Fertile, magical,⁣ Yet forgotten.⁣ ⁣ You⁣ Are a waterfall;⁣ You fall down ⁣ The damp rotten roof⁣ Of an old cave⁣ Standing right in the middle of an enchanted forest.⁣ ⁣ You⁣ Are a gentle breeze,⁣ Flowing through an Orphan's hair⁣ On nights when he misses having a Mother.⁣ ⁣ You⁣ Are a ball of fire⁣ Burning inside an old lantern⁣ Lighting up someone's dark world.⁣ ⁣ You ⁣ Are the limit of the skies;⁣ Unknown!⁣ ⁣ You are a poem⁣ With all the five elements⁣ Entwined in your heart.⁣ ⁣ So,⁣ When next time⁣ The world asks you⁣ To introduce yourself⁣ Tell them;⁣ "I am life"⁣ ⁣
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