Vishal Sharma Poems

I wept with an eye of an untold story
for the person who never ever existed
my gun of love with the bullet of passion
was fired right aiming at her heart
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my eyes bleed alcohols
heart collects ethers
liver is made of aldehydes
my sentiments spray phenols
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You laughed
I cried
my heart destroyed
I am wondering
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Inside us, we have saints
Sometimes devils uproar
We find our nature versatile
Just ignited by pain or misery.
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Our love is amoral
amorphous

We were cognizant of the sword swallowing
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Our love proliferated like a wind arrow
And we hate Narcissism to its level
My myopic eyes gather clouds of love
You exacting behaviour puts dusk before me
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You made me a thief
to steal my own identity
My mind full of smoke
You disappeared into that
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O! My mighty mother,
tell me and give my curiosity a reason
tell me the direction God lives
but, before this
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