Kislay Chauhan
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Black
Burning shine, dead minds
Dead views in anatomies, quiet gods
Lightless fire around, filthy shadows
Unlocked space, a bribe for silence
Blind papers, wordless, emotional
Richness of poor sights, closing eyes
Fathomless, endless halls and falls
Moonless nights, breakable walls
Strong, powerful vision, eternal force
Unwelcome sadness, locked ways
Weakness in pains, unequal hindrance
Timeless journey, wingless flying
Flattered roads, imagery landscapes
Boats in rivers near flowers black
petals
Tortured slaves of shine, sing those
signs
Alarms like, a skylark by death-valley
Spacious whorls, awaited characters
Of time, to live life, hurdles and
desires
Black butterflies in grey gardens fly
And lamps of darkness, stood alone
ever
For a pride, out-home those homeless
bees
Echoes, ever to the last
The rings, sirens and buzzing clocks
Behind curtains, wars and blocks
Blocks of hearts, faults and hate
And who, that never was destroyed,
ended
Darkness, black,
that ever was and will be
Letting Go
When under mirror of heart
The moon, I sit world apart
In night dare not to weep again
Comes a whisper of fear, then
When last hope wants more
Then directions says no more
Recognizes this heart, words
LET GO, like offensive in ears
Places, farewell, broken hearts
And a moon divided into stars
The rivals fly in front of my eyes
Know, every breath ends in sighs
Visions inquire memory to get flee
Let’s go, to walk along near sea
Look the way, it is more lonely
The footprints spreading widely
Some quite strange, disappear
Some live in the heart forever
Everywhere you admired them
Agreed with them, faith in them
Whenever needed charm, gave
But what if sleeked ways you have
It was never sure, never certain
You had those eyes behind curtain
Every time, when you light in storm
A candle, which hopes every norm
A sudden shot of wind, can put out
Whom you ever thought and proud
A little treat of unstoppable reasons
Leave them for
thinkable seasons
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