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I Make Your Art

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I make melodies with my mouth,
I run these bleeding fingers down south,
My heart separates to soothing strings,
Oh please help me, hide my fallen wings.

 I dance around to shades of moonbeam,
I serenade your presence in my dream,
This darkness escapes my grasp,
My ear searches your clap.

 I made another world today,
I gave something, I took away,
Please don't abscond me,
For my sins in a fantasy.

 I laughed on the stage again,
I played with my pain,
For the whole world may see my excellence,
My simplicity seeks your credence.

 I put up a face to fight,
I hid my debilitated might,
Beneath those inebriated bandages,
My existence dwells in your cages.

 I saw this empty orchestra,
I was dressed in magenta,
Were you standing behind that blinding light?
Did you come to bless my plight?

 I lied to you now and then,
I professed the impossible and made it happen,
My tricks vanished with your fascinations, 
My reality is your aberration. 

 I removed my facade,
I saw the light fade,
Soul seeped out through embroidered sheaths,
Couldn't you hold on to the last piece?

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  1. Unknown24 May 2017 at 08:09

    :)
    Your poems never fail to bring a smile on my face Sagnik!
    Loved this one too...

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