Venomous thought killing my soul

I’m dying, yes I am.
No one knows, what I know
I hate to die, but I can’t survive
The venom has spread
Through my flesh and blood

My life just began
Venomous thoughts, struck my soul
I hate to die, but I can’t survive
The shadow of my death
Flashes with every single breath

I have laughed, and I have cried
Unknowing that I would die
I hate to die, but I can’t survive
Friends and foe, I've had a lot
For my death I hope they would moan

In my heart, there is a desire
To cheat the death, and live so long
I hate to die, but I can’t survive
As I realize what would happen next
Drop of a pearl falls to the floor

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Of What ???

Of what shall I write? The cold, the shivering, the blank maze of fog? The pains and misunderstandings, the subdues of relationships? The tales of friendship? The memoirs of happiness? The bulk of lessons, the raining bullets of thought? Peddling legs, weaving dreams? Unspoken words, silent gestures? Hopeful assumptions? Discredited ideals? Of what shall I write when the words dissolve into the depths of blank diaries? Of wasted time? Of vain reveries? Of underrated feelings? Of mainstream discussions? Of ignorance, of vanity, of distinguished personalities? Of what shall I write To you- Of love? Of separation? Of disparities of sitting miles apart? Of what, my love? Of what?

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Back To Life

I write, when I feel like writing, Nothing intentional, Nor professional, Just like that, I keep writing, Hopping that, someday someone, Who knows nothing about me, Will be able to understand, What I was going through, When I wrote, what they read, The unspoken words of my heart, And the unseen tears of my soul, Will be brought back to life, By the eyes which reads my past….. It’s really hard to remember my past, I always wonder where my memories go, Rarely I find something flashing, Which takes me back to the past, That’s when I decided to lock it down, In the best way that i know, I started writing it down, People around me, found it funny, No problem, im not worried, it’s my life And im happy with the way I live,

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