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Author: bhavul


There comes a time Every now and then The sole things I lovedSeparate from my den  The leaves that were the juice of my life  The green, the yellow and orange and…

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If one day,Somebody turns the switch,And time starts moving backward,How would the world be? Zombies would be the start to life,and you shall be buried inside your mother’s womb,Your carefree…

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In the deadness of this prison,                 some things are still alive.   The most alive are these pack of dust particles,     that sneak…

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A lie.

I tasted friendship today for lunch, It tasted bitter. I asked her if it had gotten stale? She stood unspoken for a while… So, I saw her eyes instead, Sharp…

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