Utsav Patel

On a grimmest evening...
Salty breeze was blowing...
Cacophony of birdcall was provoking...
That aroma;
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Inside me....
A killer is king...
This reign will make me strong...
Strong enough to heal my wounds...
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I was a teddy once 
now i am a junk 
sitting in a junk yard 
I found myself like a 
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I can not decide...
This is isolation or its loneliness...
Is it emptiness? ?
What is that? ?
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A song in your sacred veins...
Lyrics in your sapphire eyes...
Tune in your windy hairs...
Beat in your tiny heart...
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That precious moment that I will always cherish...
That moment...
When I spent hours and hours
In my room...
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Yesterday i slept...
Slept with 'all apologies'...
That echoes still in my head...
I love the way you said..
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The whiff of affliction passes away.
Do you heard this wobble mate?
where are you peace?
there was no gratitude nor griefs
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It was dull sun, going to rest his head after a long listless day..
Crepuscular rays are spilling out beyond the horizon, like offsprings running out of the house to play after school..

That moment, when offspring throwing away his bag and running like the Napoleon who has won in the war..
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When I see a very poor boy, starving, tears in his eyes, I gave him some food, that serene moments were make me feel like 'todopoderoso', to raise his being, to raise his soul.
What is all about it?

When I give flowers to my beloved..
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Thodi sone si dhoop he...
Thodi chandi si chandni...
Thoda gam tumhe bhi he...
Thoda mujhe bhi...
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Everyday it passes by...
Through my rigid life...
Even without your insipid glance...
Even without your wither fortune..
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We been friends till my 17th birthday...
Your tick tick...
Intimation with my soul...
Your dial more attractive than moon...
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'The Beautiful Let Down'

Once upon a time...
There was a boy...
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Jindagi na marg par 19 dagla chalyo hu;
Pachi lagyu...
Maut taraf dhasai rahyo chhu.
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An angel...
Of children...
Of tulips...
She has no wings..! !
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The sun is almost risen..
He put a shirt which was dirty and had patches on it..
He put a scarf around his neck..
He peeked at the cover page of a book, and he picked it and place it in the bag..
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Ye man ke hiran kyu bhage bhage jaye...
Albeli sanse kyu yu tham si jaye...

Intezar karta hu me shabnam k fisalne ka...
Intezar karta hu me fool k khilne ka...
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sadness.. sadness is timeless. infinite!
because sometimes when my inner vampires wants to hunt me down
and
they plays with the vulgarity of my body..
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At the infancy, everything was bewilder...
We crawl instead of to walk and we were babbler..
Lunatic on the grass..
Swimming in the glass..
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