Smell of Rock Wood

Old,
Is the smell of rockwood,
Burnt,
Are the edges of pages,
Torn,
Feelings that could,
Lost,
Mind in the mist,
Tired,
Of turns and twists,
Hope,
Still was alive,
Smiles,
Did spread again,
Dimples,
Got deepened over,
Fun,
Filled the evening sombre,
Entwined,
Thoughts got along,
Bonds,
Only got strong,
Grew up we did,
Through the wounds and the bruises,
Yes,
Time.....
Always Wins,
But,
Love.....never loses.

Mirages...

Mirages...
Beautiful,
Serene,
Make you thirsty,
Quench it too,
Allured....
You are,
You will be,
Believing....
Them...
Won't...
Make them True....

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Grey...

Colours aren't always black and white,
Decisions aren't just right or wrong,
The tank isn't always full or empty,
Choice isn't being weak or strong,
There's something that always eyes can't see,
Something that connects smiles with maladies,
Paths....
Can't always be planned,
You will go....
Where you are meant to Be....

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