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  • knives_and_pens 211w

    As i lay with my arms wide on the wet dew kissed grass.
    The stars at the horizon lean down to kiss me.
    The winds whispered a melody in my ears which resonated through deep dark corners in me.
    Shedding off the skin that i wear to show the world, i breathe in utmost relief.
    I watch yesterday's nights returning to light blue.
    Why i couldn't feel myself free before, I've got no clue?
    The silence around isn't so bad.
    Till i look at my bruised hands and feel sad.
    Cause they reminded me of those reminiscence that i never wanted to recall.
    Disturbing my serenity were those cold nostalgias that made me wander in those dark deserted lanes.
    But now as i dip in memories of vanilla twilight.
    I could relive those moments when i had the best company of myself through those long lonely nights.
    I will taste the aroma of those mighty skies, breath in my calmness and feel alive again.
    And i will forget the world that i knew, only then my long lost salvation i would attain.
    ©knives_and_pens

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    Lose yourself in the arms of nowhere.
    Tried hard enough to make others happy, now stop and look for yourself whom you lost in those nostalgic evenings somewhere.
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  • knives_and_pens 211w

    This is the result when you donno why the hell n what are you scribbling ?....but still go on filling the pages scratching the tiny head like a maniac..������

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    Gazing at the mirror,under the cloak of dim lights.
    I met myself, the one whom i lost long ago in the crowd of millions.
    Saw myself fragmented in those thousands of broken shards.
    But felt myself whole as i could gather up guts to stand in front of me.
    The crimson of those bleeding pens seeped through the crevices of my broken skin.
    And untold verses run through my veins in blue.
    Laughing like a psychopath at the funeral of my emotions.
    Sailing down in the midst of abundance, isolation was like an never ending ocean.
    The body that once cherished flakes of snow from the skies, now breaths through fumes of burnt pages that once weaved endless dreams .
    Now the secretly inked pages flutter all over the desk as they make fun of those dreams that i weaved through those endless nights.
    Those dreams just remained a mirage far away that soothed my thoughts, but couldn't delight my weeping soul.
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  • knives_and_pens 213w

    Tried after a long time....need honest feedbacks..��

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    As i walked barefoot on the morning dew kissed grasses.
    I tasted the aroma of the sweet perfume of your presence around me.
    In the arms of nostalgia , my each and every breath murmured her name which hardly went unnoticed.
    Cherishing her fragrance in the heaps of secretly exchanged letters.
    Her melodious voice healed the stitches on my soul.
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  • knives_and_pens 220w

    #Towards the end.

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    I have been reading books of old legends and the myths.
    Where all the illusions and magics of nature are hidden.
    But still they couldn't find the healing potion for my wounds.
    As all of them were etched by my cursed pens.
    Where sunshine now seems like a dark eclipse that buries the scream of the mighty mountains .
    And the glowing stars seems to hide behind the cloak of the late winter's moon which is covering all their hues with its ashes.
    Will i heal or my soul would still be captivated in the prison of those crumbled ashes pages that were shot down in the flames of my sins.


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  • knives_and_pens 221w

    When the prayers don't work anymore .
    And galaxy of thoughts stab your pen weak to scribble down the untold words.
    You keep staring at the black ceiling in the arms of darkness laying like a corpse on the bed.
    And happiness just remains a reminiscence inked on the lifeless pages.
    And the ship that stole your heart and peace sets sail in the ocean of tears amidst a stranger silence.

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  • knives_and_pens 221w

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    Waited seasons after seasons for her warm hands to melt my cold frozen heart.
    Autumn whispered spring left my hand , summer departed and winters arrived at my door.
    The crimson soaked pages set my lifeless body ablaze.
    My tears couldn't put out the raging fire in my soul.
    Knives and pens killed me a little everyday as i waited for her through the old rusty window.
    My voice is a stranger now as am losing it everyday echoing your name.
    Watching my dreams burn up in smoke and fade in the arms of polaris.
    Will rest in peace in the lap of endless memories bearing her name to let beauty come out of ashes.

  • knives_and_pens 221w

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    The solitary reaper hummed a melancholy among the golden crops dancing side by side stroked by childish winds.
    And the wolf at the cave howled for love in the lap of silent night.
    And the wizard of the mystic arts casted a spell on the eye of the mountain to murmur what the heart of the ocean couldn't scream.
    And the moon showered its dust upon my deserted tombstone.
    The sound of my tear drops shook the prison of my eyes from where my demons received salvation.
    I floated on the holy path leading to the womb of mighty sky.
    Where the feeling of abode of bliss stabbed my desperation.
    ©knives_and_pens

  • knives_and_pens 221w

    Holding his mother's hand he stepped inside the old age home.
    Her mother at seventies,wore wrinkles which told stories of ages.
    Confronting with the management,the son looked at his mother for one last time.
    Her face was pale like the late winter's moon.
    Expressionless and staring at the orange clouds whispering something to the motionless sky.
    Her son asked his mother to look for one last time as he was leaving.
    The mother finally lifted her eyes and looked into his eyes .
    There she saw her reflection but was just a little blurred as a tear drop escaped her eyes in agony.
    His son was left speechless as he saw her mother's soul weeping for the first time.
    That day even heavens turned into storms.
    She saw her son passing through the old rusty gate and suddenly disappered in the millions of hues of the world .
    Her face left the nova's glow and adopted the ashen hue concealing the wrinkles with endless flow of tears.
    Days passed on and seasons changed their attire as she just counted on the days of her demise as for her life was only a myth.
    The caretakers asked her for tea and she remembered that her son used to drink tea constantly and only when it was made by his mother.
    These nostalgic moments consoled her a little as she smiled in the remembrance of her child who left her alone in this unknown place.
    The afternoon sun rays couldn't enlighten her face.
    At lonely calm nights ,she used to knit a sweater for her son as she was concerned about the approaching winter.
    And constantly visited the telephone as she hoped that her son would ring her up even for once.
    But unfortunately the never rang from her son's number but still she waited .
    Days passed,months passed but there was no trace of her son and her sweater was about to complete.
    But somehow on the way,she lost her smile in the black hole of millions of thoughts.

    One night she watched the moon through the window and watched the reflection of her son smiling back at her .
    She waved back at him but then she realized it's just an illusion.
    Her heart became weak and slowly she crept inside the blanket and drowned in the ocean of sorrow that soaked her pillow .
    Next morning she was in the garden with the completely knitted sweater for her son in her hand.
    She was wondering that it might never adore her son's body and it would also be buried with her in the coffin.
    But then a pair of cold hands covered her warm wet eyes from behind.
    She asked who's that as she couldn't turn her back.
    And then a broken soft voice whispered "maa"in her ears.
    Tears escaped her eyes as she knew that he was the man she had been waiting for so long.
    Her son came from behind and placed his head at her feet as he realised he couldn't live without her.
    Nothing could replace her place,she is incomparable.

    She lifted him up and kissed his forehead as his tears showed his regret and the mistake he had committed.
    His son asked "maa are you still angry on me"?
    Mother said,"a mother can never be angry as she was born to correct her son's mistakes ".
    She said "a mother lays the map of her son's existence ".
    The son broke down at her feet and the grandchildren's hugged their granny from behind .
    Her rejoiced in eternal happiness,as now she found a reason to live.
    A reason to love,a reason to adore the arriving winter.
    But she won't feel cold anymore as she slept in the arms of his son upon the sweater she knitted that gave warmth to her soul .




    Why only love your mother on mother's day only?
    Give her love and care till your last breath.
    Don't forget she lost most of the thing in her life she wanted to keep and burned uncountable dreams to bring a smile on her children's faces.
    P.s. according to me
    Take a bow, along with posting her pics and expressing your love,you can also make out some time and have a talk with her,share something hilarious and help her in her chores.
    May be it would define the true meaning of celebrating mother's day and not only on mother's day only. Give her happiness as i said.till your last breath.

    #long live my mother

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    She would pour love and warm your soul with her smile which would not be fake .
    Hiding her wounds inside her womb ,she would drink your pain for your happiness's sake .

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  • knives_and_pens 222w

    Embrace the inner you,adore your flaws .
    Wear your wounds as the crowns of victories.
    Admiring outer beauty to get the world's attention is just an illusion.
    A mirror will you show what you want to see.
    But a beautiful soul will show who you really are.
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  • knives_and_pens 222w

    Does it makes sense .

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    These chains of misery are gripping tighter on the neck .
    Questions of silence making me weak down on my knees.
    Even the sun rays feels like to be a spell of curse.
    And the soul is suffocating in the lap of burning pen.
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