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” I love
walking alone on the roads
At the midnight hours
Smoking cigarettes in a chain
Under the sky to keep me awake
I m a jolly person
I’m happy by mood
Beneath this darkest shed,
Till the shines of the moon
Seeking humming of the transformer
Watching fluctuation of the bulbs
Admiring twinkle of the stars
Feeling the wave in the leaves
Watching shaking of the trees
I try to myself, to be forget
And let there be silence
Peace and no regrets

I am an introvert
Who loves to extrovert sometimes
And this relation with myself is getting a kick
I hope I’ll be the man of this year.
And I am sorry to nature as well
This is my first spoken word
So do ignore me if sounds like hell
I can understand this skill required excellence,
And this excellence has made a small palace in my head.
The mankind of this year,
who are alive much to hear
It’s good to be an introvert
and its ok to be an extroverts’ dear.

Yes I was in love once upon a time
and went to the height of this crime
I liked many, and only loved her
Still trying to forget my only fear
This childhood love has lost its path
It turned me to the disaster
And bring this story to the last.
And it seems its going on so fast
Everyday in my heart is like a serial blast.
Yes I was in love once upon a time
And Yes
I’m not anymore.

Now I’m in problem
I never accept the reality of being depressed…
I don’t even know whether I’m suffering or is it just
sequence of sadness coming over and over again
Please help me someone, who catches me for the way I m.
.I’m crying inside and I don’t know what’s happening within…
I want to throw my tears out but I eventually fail…
And keep crying inside.
.Since four long years going through this immensely.
I have been killing myself…slaying my dreams…and fucking
my versatility
Now nothing seems left,
As if I’m about to commit something serious
And wanna be a real dead.
The time might change,
but gaining pain would remain the same.
Then the new version of me will be released
It may be fake indeed,
but the real old one is dead and
Now there are no more ores left,
to make myself extract.

The journey isn’t at end
I seek some peace
This result, is mystery
And can never be foreseen.
I doubt,
There is more to be concatenate,
The stack might got full,
still there are methods to be operate
But there are links
Which are void,
Forces me to drug and steroid
Swells me up, like nerves
When get choked,.
Working out, to
faint forever
The relation between
the mind and conscience is over.
I tried coming back
to life,
But then I realize
it’s too late to be socialize.
I again took a needle and popped
it in my vein,
then snorted some lines
and went back to the pain.
I must say
I have fallen in love again
this time it’s my pain
and not you again.