Somendra Gaur

Her smile is a selcouth,
The fair complexion others run behind,
She doesn't need that,
She ain't arrogant,
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Me & the hollowness in my aura, often chat about the Twinkling of your eyes with the stars;
[Let me tell you a secret, they're jealous, tbh]
My tongue spoke my mind, the cheeks & eyes ended up embarrassing me.
The most important thing about kissing you was soothing your soul through the bend of your lips.
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I woke up in the morning,
Nobody to wish a 'good mornin' to
Unlike yesterday,
The sunrays that pierced the curtains,
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I'm tired can I keep my head in your lap under your aphotic hairs?
I'm starving can you feed me with your hands again?
I'm misty-eyed can you cuddle me one more time?
I'm walking solitary can you knot your runt finger with mine?
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Beneath his feet lies a rose,
Crushing it under;
He moves.
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Do you even know how bad it feels to sleep for getting a fresh mind & waking up with you infringing my fresh thoughts,
All I can say is I've tears in my eyes;
I have empathy for my ownself.
People come in,
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Dwell in the blackness of the rattling four walls,
Let's see;
Who Unkisses Whom?
When Thee have Thy Back Against The Wall,
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Go & Reveal,
My Love & Zeal.
Tell Her,
I'm fadin'way outta Her Arms
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Scatterbrained for a Mo,
Sailed in the strangest Brew,
Fake-Crawled to the Prow,
Scuttled a Barque & Flew,
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The Survivors of Your Bermuda Triangle
Look like Me,
Or
Am I still special,
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In the Stygian Gloom,
Taller than his shadows,
He Stood.
With Lioness' Skin as cloak he stood,
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Ogling at life in my room,
Sinking Slowly,
Drowning too soon,
Confused Betwixt, Bane or a Boon,
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Lifting her up in my hands,
Heart Racing faster than Light Speed
Without any errands.
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It was all dark and sombre,
She came in and illuminated it,
The Room always knew that the Light Shall leave him &
Love the Sun at the end of the day,
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He kept running away,
Falling,
Picking himself up Running,
Everytime with higher Velocity,
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Just a cold blooded Animal, Attending his own funeral,
Running thousand miles,
Rising out of his own ashes
With a cunning Smile,
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The Conch Of the war is blown,
The broad-shouldered men with their Bow & Arrows,
Against them stands a Tall Lean Human, with long and skinny arms,
Conchless,
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Feels like Some doors have been Unlocked inside him,
Making him feel more:
Music, Art, Movies and Humans.
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Endings are not always nice
But the nicer part is,
They always promise a new start,
When writing his story,
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Darker than the sombre no moon night in here,
Gloomy than a tenebrific cave,
Not a noun,
Just a mirage darker than any reality,
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