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It's midnight, the clock has crossed the mark of 00
A Montage wrapped in the dust of destruction
Soon the calendar will move a step ahead Only, to begin with moonlight
Forgetting it's a new moons day, sorry sunshine
My mother, she screamed for help a thousand times 
Yet your light was missing 
Oh! The starving me always failing to realize 
It's an Eclipse of colliding hopes 
Had to make a decision as I blacked out
Only one could have survived 
Either moon or a star of devastated unoccupied devoid 
The fearful loop waiting at the gate
A long run to realize you're an asthma patient in the end
A heart with myriad holes, cancer running into my vanes
Pill and pills more than 50 shades of long lost youth
Youth the singularity I was forced to escape
Old age a wrinkled poison with no cure
Being lost for good, I'm just decently awake
Childhood, boat I was gifted with 
Just the waves were strong, and I feared to leave the harbor anyway 
Desire for attention
Paradox of oblivion, judging the words by counting the number of hearts they invade
Pathetic, sympathetic the cycle of apathy where life becomes slave
Decoration for the unknown, the artist ready for sale

My beautiful story, a story I doesn't desire to be washed before reaching the shore  
Have my father's pen in my genes 
A last sonet, but his masterpiece was I 
It's midnight isn't it, I wish at least the spirits could recite 
I'm grateful that  faith has finally hit me so hard
It's just unlike him, my metaphors  lost the battle in ground
Glad to meet irony, a great friend in sorrow 
Punctuations?? really do you care anymore 

Devil, possesses me as I'm wicked
Dead from ages, I solemnly refuse to live again
Tick tick, ticks the clock
This is my favorite place, I shut the door and make the world go away
In the goddesses womb
Here we are free to converse
Undoubtedly world's safest place
It's midnight, just look at the window
Cold and miserable, I'll always stare
A rebel teenager, although mama's boy in a way
A born shark
Always in love with blue whales
Born at 00 died at 00
Lived a lifetime in those crumbled pages in between 
A good sense of humor makes for the perfect accompanion in tragedy 

Sweet was my parent's voice, not a wake-up call
But more like a Lullaby
Couldn't resist in that rhythmic aura
I simply closed my eyes
Diving deep into infinity
Witnessing joy turned into lament cries
Not my fault
I was just a stillborn child

By - Kshitij Sinha
26/6/2017

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