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From,
The only copyright owner of this art.
To,
The only comrades who pursue my spirit.
Sub : A short ideology of wh...
Between the bouncing waves of the shore, And the heaping score of inner thoughts, I vaguely squatter in a retractable pause, Than letting it all pass, flying afar.
I knew I needed this more than, Anything else of other known choices, To recognize the overall change, That engrossed me in its artful moist.
The stable to scrambled transition, Had happened over the years, Sorting out the exact cause, Irks me into the mission impossible!
The lids that look so heavy, And the darkness that encircle, Were the gifts given to reward, The dreams and screams I shared.
Over the light and shreiking nights, I stood near without any fear, Carrying your spills as my shine, Refining it all to entangle us.
The lips that look wordlessly dry, And the spotty scars it carry, Were the dusts you piled, For my words on your command.
Be it wise or utterly chump, That completely reprimanded me now, As though I'm the chosen one, Over perilous mortals stravaiging the streets.
The rigid pale heart thudding, To drain the rest of the blood, Were the festive flesh you poke, With your skill to make it all yours!
Yet, after it smoked all your wish, It became the trash to be thrown, Than being your throne to ponder, Now it wanders in a random illness.
The noisy and echoey mind, Conversing with me all the time, Were once completely confined, To make you fit well in its room.
You were its only focus, But now it turned wholly insane, Over your glittery poison, I stand as its specific blame.
The dwindling yet traceable footprints, That always escorted yours, Still hover always in your besides, But you mask it all on the whole.
Those unique protection it carried, Were your marked targets to steal, Now you have it all in your heaven, And I'm pushed to this irrevocable hell.
I never knew why I was your need, Until I knew, you weeded me everyday, Yet I stay and seek you through, All these bootless predicaments.
Your fiddles have gained all your wants, Letting me ensnared in terrible terrain, Over all these counterfeit play, I ended up juggled, you still smuggle.
Why is it all on me? I'm still unsure, Neither I was phoney nor smoggy, Still, my soul was the crushed one, That had given out all its essence.
I walk dead, being a half survivor, But I could still hear some verses, That wants me to wait a little, For you and all the things you despoiled, To be returned in the form of pure love.
Just like these waves that grow to fall, I linked me to you to be looted, Of whatever I spelled and held within, And now I smirk on them masking the swings!
♋🔅❤🔅❤🔅♋
This work is a free verse dedicated for the ones who were/are surviving over a crucial period of sorrow and heart ache. Be it earned on being teased or squeezed, the ones who were true end up truly hurt. And still they combat and confront it well just like all of us going through it in this tainted society! Above all, life has become very momentary and everyone fakes and merely fades!
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With love, Yaris🔆
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