fighting our worst fears
leaving behind red tears
opening those sealed windows
chasing our own shadows
leaning against cold blood
crying for some black rain
the violet flash passes by
the wound is pink, and so is the pain
don't ask for love anymore
ask for some more life
and stop searching your reflections
at the sharpened edge, of the knife
cut your throat deep and hard
kneel down and pray for death
see the serpentiine in my eyes
hissing of the breeze is not a myth
if your eyes can't bear any more
pull those balls out of the sockets
stop looking for excuses,
stop searching empty pockets
-its not me alone reflected in the above lines, its me and perhaps one of my closest ones, pushpendra, with our thoughts tangled and wound striving perhaps to pretend being a poetry somewhat...
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