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Immortality


No... 
No, it wasn't my Soul,
The colour of sunset
Maturing orange & magenta,
A little purple & whole blue,
Do you have any clue?
Who could drink these colors and 
Blend in the Soul?
Whole in whole
It wasn't me
It was some ghost of glorified painter 
Who let the Passion eat up his body,
Who died when Light was burnt inside his soul....


It was not Death
It is Immortality.





Few days back 
A windstorm of Passion 
Had crushed me too 
But I came out Alive--- 

It was not a survival
It was a Death
Something died ....
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