Surya Pratap Singh

My mind, my heart, my soul,
Are now running out of control,
Every time I try to find myself around you,
I find myself lost in a dense forest, filled with fog and memories of you,
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I am a human, right?
The being that you met last night,
That being, has changed into a thing,
Into a pen and paper,
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Oh yes! I am waiting,
For you under the lamppost dim,
In this winter so silent,
My heart is set upon a thunderstorm,
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How can I say that you have left me,
What should I explain to my heart, dear thee,
Like nectar in the flower,
And water in the sea,
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I want to wander with you,
Between the light of the stars,
On the planets cold as Pluto and hot as Mars,
You are like, inside me, a solar flare,
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A girl in the wind, that girl aloft,
Had she came, or cometh not,
On her dies hard, my heart fast,
My tongue ripples, this luscious talk,
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She was too closed,
Like yet to bloom, a rose,
Like yet to fly, a bird,
Like yet to cry, a birth
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On that murky night,
I saw a boy arriving on a ship,
Under that thunder and lighting,
I saw the boy sailing stiff,
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Tonight, the most scaring thing happened,
I sat beside my sister and watched it,
The view made me depressingly saddened,
I sat on the left hand of my sofa and witnessed it,
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Touch me in this moment,
And I will write for you my dear,
Carve upon me a sad dent,
And I will write for you in tears,
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what should i possibly search for now,
i know what i have to do,
i know what i have to become,
i know what will come in the way,
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The world has became so dark and doomed,
And I am trying to fathom the orange sun,
In swamp and Marsh has daffodils bloomed,
Beneath the hot horizon,
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With stack of fat upon my belly,
I wonder how have we been together,
With stack of sparking memories,
My mind is losing itself in the storm and fever,
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lf I say,
To be the voice of my murmur,
Hon, will you deny blunt,
Or you will surrender,
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You can touch my heart with your chords,
It will return a damp tone or something,
You can rumble loud my words,
For I cannot love you, it's good for nothing,
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One thousand beats more my heart can sustain,
Plenty of me, plenty of you, plenty of our love, perhaps remains,
I lingered by you to be an epitome of love,
But all I have now is a broken heart,
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Her eyes were perplex purple,
Into which you could submerge an ocean,
Her face beholden her profound beauty,
Impossible to fathom all at once,
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Some leaves are green and some are yellow,
And I am in the deep woods this murky night,
It's the autumn of my love,
The tree of my love is snag and white
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It's night and it's dark,
My pale body buried under the ground,
Everyone gathered around me in the graveyard,
My coffin and my shroud is all I have around,
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What pen does upon the paper is a perpetual form of romance,
Have you ever written anything my love?
The pen creates grooves and ridges by its dance,
The paper in the end is a chest of treasure,
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