Proximity into the dark blue sky,
light & shade of the shimmery world,
makes me sometimes feel shy.
Dark kohl eyes, watch me by and,
I lie silent inside the four walls of my life
as each sec; hour & day gently pass by.
Melancholy memories in echo
leave me furious as I begin to write
the pen, sweet but painfully hit my ego.
I spend hours in the empty strands and,
realize that those essays with little hands,
have casted their way for bluish poetries,
few poems, lyrics and some parts of me
they lie on nothing but empty stands.
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