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Away from chaos,

Away from beings,

Away from hurts,

And the harsh realities of life…

It's a wild irony of happiness,

To remain in the pit of mis-happenings…

The daylight terrifies that being within-

Residing cloaked,

Curled up at the darkest corner.

Night gives solace,

Darkness seem cosy,

And the fire gives warmth…

The stars tell stories,

Stories told as I went to sleep as a kid.

As if under the caring wings,

I sit under the gulmohar,

Who knows me in and out;

The strange, the difficult,

The hysteric, the unpleasant.

I remembered a time when 

I carried Bible with me-

It was a source of courage and solace.

Now I carry another book-

That people judge me with it's 'title'

And stay away not bothering!

People know the you they see,

Very few perceive the you within.

Some over time and some

Somehow instantly! 

May be those has a bit of you in them,

That let them pick it quick.

The night will be over soon,

Need to be ready to face the sun.

The colours would emerge-

There is a need to blend in those

And disappear in the crowd-

Indistinguishable and inconspicuous.

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