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In Empty Spaces, Books Remain

When darkness falls and I'm alone,

The world outside has turned to stone,

Friends and loved ones, gone from sight,

Leaving me to face the endless night.

But in this silence, I find my voice,

In pages turned, a heartfelt choice,

Books, my solace, my guiding light,

A refuge from life's crushing weight.

Their words, a gentle, soothing breeze,

That calms my soul, and brings me to my knees,

In times of sorrow, they stay near,

A constant friend, dispelling fear.

When tears fall hard, and I'm lost for words,

A book's embrace, my heart's shields,

The stories, wisdom, and love they share,

Help me find strength, beyond despair.

In their pages, I find a friend,

A listener, till the very end,

No judgment, no conditions, no pain,

Just understanding, like summer rain.

So I'll hold on to these printed lines,

A lifeline, that forever shines,

For in the darkness, they're my light,

My books, my haven, my peaceful night.

When everyone else has left my side,

Books remain, my constant guide,

A reminder, I'm not alone,

A love that's always been my own.

Deathly Solace

Sometimes I feel the only relief one can get from this vicious cycle of life and its everyday burdens is through death,

I want death to find me not grieving and begging for mercy, but lying on a bed of roses and welcoming it.

The skies would grow dark and it would rain, solace would finally wrap me in her arms and the solitude I have always longed for; will be presented to me in a black box with red ribbons,

I want death to come in a beautiful red dress, like the blood I have shed through tears and veins all my life;

Hold my hand and walk with me into an enchanted forest where finally I could dip my body into a river and drown into oblivion.

Symphonies would welcome me with violins and cellos as I swim do the other world; cherishing my freedom,

I wouldn't be fighting myself and the world anymore; I would just float,

Float like an autumn leaf and fall on a poets lap who would put me inside his diary and cherish me for his entire life;

The love I never received, he would provide me with by writing poetry and using me as fossilised bookmark.

Solace has always been deathly for me as the night sky reminds me of Persephone's tale where she is bound to her duties between the two veils,

The moon enchants my soul but momentarily and then I am again in an anguished agony.

My death would come at a time when I am doing what I love;

Looking at the moon and whispering in the air,

Then, then only death would be just fair.

- Rupsha

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I would not paint — a picture

BY ~EMILY DICKINSON~

I would not paint — a picture —

I'd rather be the One

It's bright impossibility

To dwell — delicious — on —

And wonder how the fingers feel

Whose rare — celestial — stir —

Evokes so sweet a torment —

Such sumptuous — Despair —

I would not talk, like Cornets —

I'd rather be the One

Raised softly to the Ceilings —

And out, and easy on —

Through Villages of Ether —

Myself endued Balloon

By but a lip of Metal —

The pier to my Pontoon —

Nor would I be a Poet —

It's finer — Own the Ear —

Enamored — impotent — content —

The License to revere,

A privilege so awful

What would the Dower be,

Had I the Art to stun myself

With Bolts — of Melody!

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Alone

BY ~EDGAR ALLAN POE~

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were—I have not seen

As others saw—I could not bring

My passions from a common spring—

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow—I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone—

And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still—

From the torrent, or the fountain—

From the red cliff of the mountain—

From the sun that ’round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold—

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by—

From the thunder, and the storm—

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view—

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Truth is but a Series of Illusions

Hallucinations are sometimes real and reality is sometimes a series of hallucinations,

As gullible as it seems, we are nothing but awoken dreams

What may seem is what is not,

What isn't there is what is to be brought,

We believe and create a world around and as far as eyes can see and minds can imagine it to be,

The fragments of glasses are shattered hearts,

Broken mirrors and windows apart,

To be living is not to just breathe,

What if the awaken state of mind and what surrounds us as reality is nothing but a subconscious illusion and when we sleep; the dream is the actual truth?

Think about it; we create illusions to live and sleep with an obscured reality;

But to create as above and so beneath,

To turn everything upside down; all you have to do is let yourself drown into an oblivion of imagination.

- Rupsha

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Sometimes, You Just Miss It

Sometimes you just miss everything about a period of your life; low or high,

The low makes you realise your resilience to the storms and the high wants you to go back to the past,

Go back to being a free bird with the wind in your hair and not worrying about anything and everything,

Eating pizza with the cheese dripping from your lips and having an all nighter binge watching,

Staying in bed without having to answer questions,

Going on a solo bike ride while the scenes change in a blink of an eye,

Decorate your room with fairy lights, plants, and everything that makes you feel at home,

Not be bothered with taunts and step out as you please,

Sometimes you just need to be free from the shackles of dormancy and monotony,

Breaths again the way you used to, walk bare feet and laugh till it hurts out of happiness; even if it momentarily there,

The craving of missing the past that could have been present is an intense longing with no immediate solution because it's the you that's lost and not found yet,

All you need sometime is to be carefree again no matter what the cost,

Sometimes you just miss it all;

Because those sometimes were YOU and YOURS!