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When You Start Growing

I will tell you life is hard, and laugh right back at you... I will tell you crying makes it uneasy, and smear the tears I will tell you I have met eyes that never smile  I will tell you I have met loneliness that doesn't speak at all I will tell you I have sat in the same room where life felt empty I will tell you I have sat looking at someone who just doesn't want to go home  I will tell you relationships are hard, and will hold your hands right away I will tell you cold shoulders are greasy but it's the intense warmth that makes you shiver I will tell you I have met people for who love was the only thing until they picked being lonely I will tell you relationship devors decorum like a wolf feasting on fresh carcass I will tell you vultures gather to eat what pains the most, yes the lost ones I will tell you dark is hard, but directions are easier when unseen I will tell you what itches me is constant pain I will tell you how naked I am in reality but no one wants to see

Reflections

Reflections of pictures..
Reflections of figures sitting closer..
Reflections of scriptures written bolder..
Reflections of toys…
That broke after the summer holidays.
Reflections of clothes..
That flew in the stormy rain.
Reflections of shoes..
That stood beside.
Reflections of holes..
That brood inside.
Reflections of stories..
Reflections of faces emerging unfinished.
Reflections of traces urging repeatedly.
Reflections of hands..
That left their mark..
Reflections of lands..
That can be ventured even in dark.
Reflections of songs..
That were sung in glorious fury.
Reflections of wrongs..
That were misguided by envious jury.
Reflections of seizure..
Reflections of teaser..
Reflections long gone…
But still visible refusing to be blurry.
Reflections of drops which were unseen.
Reflections that stops despite being keen.
Reflections of lies..
Reflections of denies..
Reflections that felt so real..
Overpowered by surreal.
Those that stay..
Are rare..
Deeper by the day..
As much from the stare.
Where reflections of incisions..
That got wounded in a stealthy affair.

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