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Layer |Poem|

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Thousand of faces with countless emotions
Slower breaths:
Faster gulps:
Shallow eyes.
The weight of emotions is heaviest at dark,
The heaviness with absolute soberness.

One two three four five...
I count the steps and  mom didst the walk of life at the 20th.
What separates us is a mere distance of 100 yards
And layers of security
Yet I don't feel as safe as in her arms.

When dad in wishes of asking
Perhaps, we travel a mile in evacuated safety
Layers of silences
There's fountain in valley of unsaid things,
An ocean in our eyes swim the downcast.

When I dusted my bookshelf
Pages of nostalgia turned in my head.
When I go out in the evening 
I see places and I miss people 
Layers of memories pile over me.

Whoever I love
Whomever I want always to be beside me
Either I have to leave them or 
They have left 
Amidst a pool of people
Layers of emptiness  has crawled in.
Separates me from each of them is not
distance.

We meet people.
Everyone sees a different us.
We open up in layers.
We settle in, in layers.
And in the end these layers bind us or cut us into
layers.
Suffocating gasps.
Black eyes trying to keep alive,
In a shattered dream.

About the poem:

The poet captured the picture of  different layers of life with comparing to his dejected blue, saying  dealing with emotions or sad feelings such a terrible things  to bear for. Human life is a circus mix of different emotions and various  individuals who have different feeling and points of  views about emotion. 

He also write the Sunbird, The Lady of Prince, Living deadly, Greif, Reality and many more in the page.
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