My arms are on fire, flames eating up my fingers
Words that could have been an oasis
Burn with a rage that is eating the world.
How can we continue to walk like nothing is wrong?
My eyes are giving my love away.
Time is a slow crawl. Another step irrespective of my step.
We journey side by side.
A vessel that is empty of air, but full of hunger to prove
What? I don’t know. I am only 25.
I can’t know it all. Right?
~insight07
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A day is limitless in its depth.
I swim till the last end,
Only to not make it back up to the surface on time.
Some days, I spent countless hours in this dark space
I have learnt how to breathe in the waters.
Or not breathe at all.
Sometimes I struggle for the light.
But then I think, what is the point?
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Suddenly, I feel warmth around me
Light breaks me into halves
Leaving me,
In the ocean. Waves have shapes I can see now
Current of the tide flowing in my light.
Sometimes, I get so blind in the dark
I forget about the strength and skill
That taught me how to swim.
Maybe, this is a different world
Maybe, the dark here has a different colour
But the light in me is still warm
And that is all that counts
For now.
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Wrapped in salt and hours at once
I flow through the stream of time.
A bird in a bird
A mind of a bird
Fluttering, in captured sunlight.
The globe is lit from an end to another end
If I stretch my arms
Or stand on the very tips of my toes,
I become a morsel of importance, in this ocean of strangers.
A neck, a broken neck
A crooked finger too, I point at me
I give love like it is for free
Wanting love that feels too expensive to me.
A giving well with brick walls-
There is sand within and out.
An hourglass stands on my desk, pouring time
From one gravity to another.
I fall from extended griefs
A clock after the other.
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~insight07
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9 months and a week apart
A week together.
Time is strange. It pushes and pulls us
Who is the tide?
Who is the moon?
I don’t know.
Oceans of love overflowing-
I have built too many wells to contain them.
A walk down their side-
You too can catch your reflection
And a respite. In this endless heatwave.
There is no hope for flowers. No colour.
I hope for a little something in spite of all the odds.
How does it feel so right, I might never know.
There is history and a little luck involved.
I would rather stare at the moon with your hands in mine.
Just inches apart.
Smiles apart.
~insight07
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