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Do I see the mountains?
A question I often ask myself... As a gateway to hide behind vile
Do I see the mountains? 
Stiched melancholy a parabola of affection bond and demise 
It's easy to question myself and forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned 
There are myriad reasons that I shouldn't have done what I did
Am I evil... Am I wicked 
Are my actions calculated to be menace? 
I'll let an OKish heart decide 
Human mind... Sailed by both Castor and Pollux 
It's not just bipolar... It's even omnipresent sometimes 
It thinks and it manipulates 
Our discussions aren't just ours, they build an equation for themselves with its own variables and its own constants
We start determined, focused yet end up entangled on the web of emotions
Affection A simile in this world of metaphors 
There are myriad reasons that I shouldn't have done what I did 
Still like always I'll manipulate 
I'll play with equation and I'll glorify my act of cowardness 
And soon I'll pick up a smile 
I'll deny the fact that in every chirp and in every tweet 
I think it's you
I'll say it out loud 
That no... In none of the feathery silhouette 
I look for you 
I'll say that I don't have any hope you'll return to your cage
Tiny steel bars I proudly used to call your home
There are myriad reasons that I shouldn't have done what I did 
Yet if there's a chance.. I'll slip into the probability 
A probability where the permutations are high 
Your wings are strong and broader then heights 
Cutting the winds defying all odds 
Knowing what world is.. Giving definitions on your own
A probability where you dive and swirl 
Such a beauty you're as you sing "fare the well" 
I see you have learned that trust is a leisure 
And I did all except breaking it every time 
Do I see the mountains? 
I wish you do... I wish you visit horizon once a while 
In a battle with O and K
I had stopped so low in my eyes
Stiched melancholy 
I wish you have all that I aspired 

By - Kshitij Sinha 
20/6/2020

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