Painting a masterpiece!

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Sometimes frustration peel his skin off.
He does not smoke
But there are many things he want to whiff off his life

He is disturbed, full of cracks and not devoid of any wounds you probably know…

But you can not credit him with  ‘loser’
He is trying to stand up again.
He can see the light and soon he will reach there.

You might criticize the way he makes his way,
But you will understand one day…
He who was taking time in picking colours
Was actually painting a masterpiece! 🙂

Unlock your mind

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Why would a writer mind,
To unlock And express his mind…

Every smile, his progress a mile,
Or all the nights, he cries and dies

Just the smoke, he sees his victory behind,
Is if what he feels, to the ink can he bind…

And if he can explore the exact universe that he carries within,
The world of hearts, with a pen can he win!

But it costs a brain!

It pays devotion of a pristine heart.

It takes a real writer to print down the exact state of his senses … 

The stanza while you smile…

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Let my love be the fragrance,
That settles down the wild smokes in you,

Let my love be the silence,
That rectifies the loud noise in you.

Let my love be such delicious!
That eats up the bitterness in you

Let my love be the the light,
That guides the weedy darkness in you.

Let my love be the dance,
That selects your stumbles as a part in it

Let my love be the love,
That teaches your hate to love.

Let my love sit with you,
When you cry in corners and crave for someone to understand

Let my love feel,
what every inch of your breath go through.

Let such love of mine,
Be reflected in you…

Let such love of mine,
Write the story of your tears,

Let such love of mine,
Be the stanza while you smile…