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An opportunity knocked at her doorstep She hesitated... A while later she heard a little knock again This time she opened, but to her disappointment this time, It was her husband

Only the blind See the world In its true light.

I wear my heart On my sleeve And let my hands Point me where to go

Your insecurities look in a mirror. Sees the fears of others. You cower; Bad luck if you can't shatter the mirror

I hope that when I die You'll smile away the pain After a hearty cry - Rainbows after the rain. And also my legacy Won't just be memory But here for you to see Landmark of history For mockingbirds to perch roots bore into the depth Giving people in search With Life after my death Hence I will be buried Alongside with a seed.

Ever smiled back at the crescent moon? Ever kissed Zephyr running his hand through your hair? Ever flirted with fireflies winking at you? Ever fallen in love and realised you were flying? Ever filled the pen with blood and wrote from your heart? Ever realised you were the heart of a dying star? Ever looked at your shadow and laughed at race? Ever judged with eyes closen and hearts open? Ever taken a train not knowing where it will take you? I have and will do so ... forever.

A fallen pen's wounded tip Now writes with a heavy hand. Losing its familiar grip, Unyielding to my demand. And I curse myself in spite For the ink now can't be seen. Lines fading into the white With nothing to read between. Words just refuse to conform As thoughts turn into vapour. The ones that do dare to form, End up in crumpled paper My mind's blank in a standstill Some spaces that ink can't fill.

Either memories forgotten; rusted and old. Or stories remembered; dusted and told.

Our chests pressed together Our breaths become one. Hearts beating at each other Lips burning like the sun. A desirous kiss Amidst the mess In that moment of bliss My love I confess Under thousand flakes of snow Transcending from lights - Auroras and halo Moon beams and starry nights Our love- constellations it pars For it is - written in the stars.

I'm beginning a story, A story of a glory. Narrating music's triumph o'er The devils heart empty and sour. I lived in a village, Free of plunder and pillage. But one day struck by misfortune. A drought that spread the dune To the land of life and prosper... The river ran dry not drop in her. Widespread was agony and despair For never had a fate so we'd to bear. They all decided turned to one Me- the eldest of the eldest son. To bring back the river that flowed Upon me was this quest bestowed. An honour it was they said In all true honesty I was scared. What if I couldn't, what if I failed ? Who will bequeath a town that wailed.