tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272811992024-03-14T02:06:34.084+05:30HitchhikerAgain I break from my shell...As clouds break over the dawn...And I rise...And I wait...For the music to come.Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.comBlogger619125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-32604474151197241652016-03-02T16:42:00.001+05:302016-03-02T16:42:39.195+05:30Canvas<p dir="ltr"><br>
Was a time<br>
A new day would<br>
Come to pass as<br>
An empty canvas<br>
Until your fingers met mine<br>
And your hands were shades enough<br>
And your eyes did tell <br>
Of the fires to come.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">And I said,<br>
Spin<br>
A story of spring.<br>
Wink<br>
And clutch<br>
These  tomorrows <br>
To come.<br>
Oh let's run<br>
Through empty fields, <br>
Little hurricanes<br>
Giant swamps<br>
With you singing <br>
All the while<br>
And smile<br>
When strangers <br>
Pass us by.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Our maps are not the same<br>
And isn't everyday <br>
Just another <br>
Empty canvas, but<br>
I'll go where the colours are<br>
With you.</p>
Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-84205089978757089252016-02-22T23:24:00.001+05:302016-02-22T23:24:00.461+05:30Dog<p dir="ltr">Dog</p>
<p dir="ltr">I wish I was<br>
A dog<br>
So you'd see my<br>
Tail wag when<br>
You met me.<br>
Maybe that'd be<br>
Some semblance <br>
Of affection<br>
My eyes<br>
My words<br>
My hands<br>
My smile<br>
My thoughts <br>
Seem to fall short of<br>
For you.</p>
Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-33873277205286792612016-02-16T21:26:00.001+05:302016-02-16T21:26:37.325+05:30You<p dir="ltr"><br>
Words will<br>
get me nowhere<br>
With you.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I can see the credits rolling <br>
Already<br>
Already the story is wrought <br>
With spoilers <br>
Endings<br>
No one wants to know.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So open me like a book<br>
Don't let my aching spine, <br>
Offer any protests for you.<br>
Pages with no smell, and<br>
Dinner stains<br>
Maybe neon highlights<br>
Are but a passing<br>
Of time.<br>
A loss of reason and rhyme.<br>
While the world yearns to burn<br>
I think of your fire.</p>
<p dir="ltr">To you speaking <br>
In the wind <br>
Mistakes like, no one takes your picture<br>
And no one holds your hand<br>
Certainly not me.<br>
Complaints, he didn't see you smile<br>
As you walked away<br>
on embers.</p>
<p dir="ltr">And all I'll do<br>
With you<br>
Is turn you into<br>
A poem about <br>
What I <br>
Couldn't do.</p>
Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-62002553505693803892016-02-12T18:10:00.003+05:302016-02-12T18:10:49.611+05:30In silence<p dir="ltr">Before streets lead to a home<br>
Before voice leads to laughter <br>
Before arms give way to warmth<br>
And eyes erupt in fire<br>
Everything must be followed<br>
By silence.</p>
Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-28881868396621041672016-02-12T18:10:00.001+05:302016-02-12T18:10:12.774+05:30Night<p dir="ltr">What will we do<br>
When the night breaks in two?<br>
And the daylight thaws the sun <br>
Out of its blue<br>
I know you will be through.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Where will we go<br>
When this merry-go-round <br>
Spins no more?<br>
When your message and your bottle<br>
Hits the shore<br>
You can say you were bored.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">What will we sing<br>
When your words no longer sting<br>
And all the songs have<br>
Left your lips<br>
You can say it was all just<br>
A hit-and-miss.</p>
Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-57446627789778170482016-02-11T11:34:00.001+05:302016-02-11T11:34:10.128+05:30Paperman<p dir="ltr">I live my life <br>
One word at a time<br>
And if the muse is kind<br>
The words do rhyme.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">The sky burned my streets,<br>
The shadows of skyscrapers<br>
I gather the scraps I can find<br>
And sing my life on paper.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Words arranged like jigsaw <br>
In paper towns, they teach you<br>
So I let my paper plans <br>
Become paper planes and hope they reach you.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">You're on fire with all you know<br>
Your shores are boiling too<br>
I'm a city made of paper, vary of your touch<br>
Lest you burn me too.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">And you'll only reach me when the<br>
Ink has dried up in your wishing well<br>
When your thoughts are not your own<br>
The colours resigned, you say you gave it hell.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">And still I write unseen words<br>
Doused in all that's true<br>
And maybe just until the day<br>
Theres nothing more left to say<br>
So I let my paper wishes<br>
Turn to paper boats <br>
And set sail to you.</p>
Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-90240482877015496712016-02-10T21:47:00.001+05:302016-02-10T21:47:55.885+05:30Patience<p dir="ltr"><br>
I have no patience <br>
Even for myself<br>
My words race faster <br>
Than my mouth can catch up<br>
Than my thoughts can think<br>
Stutter stammer stop<br>
I trip and fall<br>
Over tepid wires<br>
Into the gyres<br>
Of you.<br>
Transpose terminate traverse<br>
These shallow waters <br>
As I try and explain <br>
Your eyes.</p>
Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-7179786253122138152016-02-09T21:14:00.001+05:302016-02-09T21:14:01.091+05:30<p dir="ltr">...and don’t go walking<br>
With the same old ruse.<br>
Don’t you know I was<br>
Never made for two?</p>
Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-18992015949272113852016-02-03T22:19:00.001+05:302016-02-03T22:19:15.225+05:30Immerse<p dir="ltr">I'd like to draw you in chaos<br>
Erase the lines you were born with<br>
And throw you into <br>
The fires of uncertainty<br>
Watch you writhe and dance <br>
Like you were reborn.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">I'd like to write you<br>
Like a stain <br>
On my canvas<br>
Like a pill I couldn't swallow<br>
Like you kept walking<br>
And never turned back.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">I'd like to be disarmed <br>
Disrobed, dismissed <br>
Dismantled, disjointed<br>
Disappointed no more.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">I'd like to see you smile,<br>
again.</p>
Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-75174891826846413582016-01-31T18:25:00.001+05:302016-01-31T18:25:38.712+05:30Future<p dir="ltr">I saw my future gasping for air<br>
Screaming silently <br>
Mouth wide open<br>
A hundred teeth<br>
Five hundred eyes<br>
I ran to the ocean<br>
With the shadow of a woman<br>
Left erasing herself <br>
Replacing every syllable with 'sorry'<br>
Another<br>
Who hated flowers <br>
But kept some by her bed<br>
Met the man who painted them on a wall<br>
Wilted, and never looked again<br>
Shrunken as the man of Sundays<br>
Heading to a church to kneel<br>
Shrunken as a song losing bitrate<br>
Shrunken as a wide angle sepia tinted jpeg file compressed into a floppy drive<br>
"You're better at reading,<br>
Not being read," said another.<br>
I saw the gifts <br>
Sent to me in pairs <br>
In twos and threes<br>
Trickle<br>
Then a rain<br>
My wretched mind floods<br>
Then trickles to drops again.<br>
I saw days turn to hours<br>
and life turn to numbers<br>
In pairs of three<br>
We drank the ocean dry.</p>
Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-84269144929502533722016-01-31T18:24:00.001+05:302016-01-31T18:24:50.566+05:30<p dir="ltr">A poem is never finished <br>
Only abandoned<br>
But who<br>
Reads a poet<br>
Who does the task <br>
Of chipping away<br>
At the rock<br>
All alone<br>
'Sshh' the universe hisses<br>
"Sorry", chipping softly <br>
And slowly now<br>
As you drown in wires <br>
And lights <br>
Disguised as tomes<br>
Tones can be misleading <br>
Digitally <br>
"Sshhh" louder now<br>
Everyone <u>stares</u></p>
Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-16726617974137087022016-01-20T21:18:00.003+05:302016-01-20T21:18:26.940+05:30Insane<p dir="ltr">The salt on your lip<br>
The sweat in your brow<br>
The hands you slit<br>
The hate in your <u>marrow</u></p>
<p dir="ltr">The way you undo you dress<br>
The way you say you're a mess<br>
The avalanche in your empty belly<br>
The heroes and queens on your telly</p>
<p dir="ltr">Tell you you're the scene <br>
You can be the rage <br>
Burn the stage <br>
Be the gates to everything <br>
Cold and warm<br>
But July stings and April won't sing<br>
You're just a silent storm</p>
Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-18195700488604097792016-01-07T08:30:00.001+05:302016-01-07T08:30:13.455+05:30Fold the girl<p dir="ltr">It's all the same, she said<br>
The days and the ends of ways.<br>
New city, she's seen before<br>
The keys that dangle from her chain<br>
The eyes that follow <br>
Down the lane<br>
I steal the songs she used to hum<br>
And when it snows, she breaks<br>
Into a run.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">It's all a game, she said<br>
The sun has kissed her eyes too often<br>
And the rain has not<br>
left any pore dry<br>
While I drown in bottles of different shapes<br>
Darting between pills like scattered beetles<br>
An old passport smudged with stamps,<br>
She leaves home.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">I know why I'm not in your view<br>
My seaweed hair holding on to the ocean floor <br>
Eyes darting like a chicken running from the knife<br>
And after all has come to pass<br>
All I want to see is<br>
you, unframed <br>
After all this<br>
All this time I can't <br>
Hold the girl<br>
So I fold the girl in half<br>
And put her in my pocket.</p>
Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-55781368714787142812015-12-31T10:57:00.001+05:302015-12-31T10:58:50.217+05:30#55<p dir="ltr">Your machines <br>
are miniscule <br>
Your time is elastic, <br>
stretching on <br>
Like the waste band <br>
The wasteland <br>
Of your yoga pants <br>
Your car goes from <br>
0 to 'fuck me' on <br>
The never-ending oil rig <br>
Of your dad's money <br>
Your sex is rapid <br>
Sorry, I mean <br>
You like to 'make love' <br>
Within the span of a <br>
Men's magazine article <br>
Read while taking <br>
A shit <br>
And you flush <br>
Your diet <br>
Down the drain <br>
For protein shakes <br>
And avocados and <br>
Artisnal brown bread <br>
And I would like to <br>
Read you this <br>
Poem <br>
But you want <br>
Bite sized dreams <br>
Universe in a sentence <br>
The world in a ball <br>
And the sky <br>
Within your veins </p>
Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-83876836426221386972015-12-07T21:48:00.001+05:302015-12-07T21:48:40.681+05:30<p dir="ltr">I don't want to write something sad<br>
Anything that rhymes with hope<br>
Will do, would you?<br>
I'm tired of edging towards pieces<br>
That I've called home <br>
Homes of people, pawns<br>
These words are my summer gift for <br>
The winter in you<br>
For your seasons that never change<br>
And for my sun that never sets.<br>
If I am a memory of what you used to be<br>
Jagged edges of a knife carved with age<br>
A no tattooed across your chest<br>
I want to sleep like an owl in the day<br>
To have you see me<br>
Smiling where I stand<br>
And no, I can't dance<br>
But for you, I'll <u>try</u></p>
Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-48250358328032069452015-11-26T21:39:00.001+05:302015-11-26T21:39:23.930+05:30#56<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yes<br />
I believe<br />
Everything you say<br />
And them when<br />
They tell me<br />
Like a lamb<br />
Lead to slaughter<br />
You were manipulated<br />
And him when he<br />
States you believe<br />
Everything<br />
For you are too nice<br />
Too much<br />
Too less<br />
Too little<br />
To comprehend<br />
How someone could be<br />
All you want<br />
And tomorrow they won't<br />
Need you<br />
But now<br />
The nod<br />
The wink<br />
Is everything<br />
And it leads me<br />
Offroad<br />
Into uncertain caves<br />
To ashes<br />
While I<br />
Look for gold<br />
<div>
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Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-46053066334309816592015-11-26T21:38:00.000+05:302015-11-26T21:38:43.652+05:30#57<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">I return to your shores</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">And find you changed </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">The thrill has departed </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">And your smile doesn't</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">Sting the same</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">The old house</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">By the sea is gone</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">The tides took away</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">The things thatmade you belong</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-IN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><br /><br />You<br />
Who I haven't met<br />
In the light<br />
Or moving like<br />
An island<br />
In the dark<br />
I'll slowly<br />
Kiss your<br />
boundaries<br />
That the waves<br />
Couldn't wash away<br />
you leave little room<br />
For hands and feet<br />
And the rest of me<br />
But I will nudge<br />
Till the cage of<br />
your ribs<br />
Gives way<br />
And your palms<br />
break open<br />
But maybe when you<br />
Let me in<br />
hold<br />
A mirror<br />
And in your eyes<br />
I'll find<br />
Myself</span></div>
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meet<br />
Broken, we speak<br />
Like the town we birthed<br />
now lies forsaken<br />
Our language<br />
needs no translation<br />
And I'll never know<br />
Who's waiting by the shores<br />
You departed<br />
Who's still feeding the fire<br />
You started<br />
Who still trembles<br />
When you say the words "Let's go"<br />
And who is saving your rain<br />
In buckets by their window.</span><span style="font-family: times new roman, serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: times new roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">Alone in a box of stone</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: times new roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">Life is a lie we've known</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: times new roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">Rolling and tumbling</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: times new roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">Down the mountain</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: times new roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">We are fire</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: times new roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">We are the waters</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: times new roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">Of the unknown</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: times new roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">But we make</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: times new roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">Haste, running</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: times new roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">Through the sun's</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: times new roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">Golden lace</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: times new roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">And they say</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: times new roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">Living is</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: times new roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">just another</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: times new roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.5333px;">Waste of space.</span></span></div>
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Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-75929461948224304862015-11-16T18:33:00.000+05:302015-11-16T18:33:01.274+05:30#61<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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heart<br />
Your pixie hands<br />
Cannot fathom<br />
The phantom<br />
As<br />
Bodies fill<br />
Your room<br />
And you just gaze<br />
At another day<br />
Where people<br />
Still don't<br />
Remember<br />
Your name<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-90299387137803762642015-11-16T18:32:00.001+05:302015-11-16T18:32:20.317+05:30#62<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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rages<br />
Like a tidal wave of water<br />
But your eyes burn like fire<br />
In your mind you say<br />
You're married<br />
But your heart knows<br />
You've retired<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Through the promise and the pain<br />
Through all consequences, dire<br />
You're a glistening, deserted<br />
Street in the rain<br />
I'm the streetcar named desire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-20178263125994420022015-11-16T18:31:00.003+05:302015-11-16T18:31:44.325+05:30#63<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The tides are calm<br />
The storm has left<br />
Your eyes are dry<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The coast is clear<br />
The neighbours have departed<br />
The shells have turned<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The wind is soft<br />
The sky is clean<br />
The birds are silent<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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My hands are empty<br />
Your back is sore<br />
The seeds need water<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-67866078188778963012015-11-16T18:30:00.004+05:302015-11-16T18:30:54.052+05:30#64<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-IN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><br /><br />Reaching<br />
Out to you<br />
A spinning tire<br />
Is tiring<br />
The death of me<br />
So I close my arms<br />
And rain<br />
I fill your house<br />
I drown<br />
You in your sleep<br />
I flood your dreams<br />
There will be<br />
No islands<br />
Just stones<br />
That sink<br />
When you hear the rain<br />
A-coming<br />
That'll be me<br />
At your door<br />
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Aazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08467806323926683751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27281199.post-17290172076866456692015-11-16T18:30:00.000+05:302015-11-16T18:30:16.207+05:30#65<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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*pop*<br />
She popped bubbles for a better world<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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turned field<br />
A field turned<br />
parking lot<br />
But all I heard was *pop*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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came<br />
Just the same<br />
Took your tales<br />
Heard you complain<br />
Wished he'd make<br />
You stop<br />
But the bubble wrap<br />
Is far too kind<br />
And the squeeze is<br />
Worth the *pop*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-IN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">And I recede<br />
In the same decree<br />
You keep repeating<br />
Like an old story<br />
In different shades<br />
And sizes<br />
Like a key that<br />
Never locks<br />
But the air you<br />
Breathe is pocket sized<br />
And you pinch<br />
My bubble<br />
With a *pop*<br />
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