In Walked Rosebud

The slow romance of the symphony crescendos into a halt, Patience and Misery sit next to each other in worry, Chatters of tumultuous predicaments face a sudden death, Thirst and water quench each other in rapture. Vigorous intervals of fights and their concurrence arrives, Some leaves are disheveled and others are shattered, Faith and commotion […]

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She

How will I ever become a poem? She asks me. Will it be when we are at our peak of love? Or down with jeopardy? When will my hands fit perfectly into yours? She asks me. Will it be when we are wholely one? Or drifting apart inadvertently? When will I see us declaring our […]

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Turning 24

I wish to write about an arbitrary human concept of remembering the date that a person was born. Is this called public journaling? A lot of people made it to my birth as I have been told numerous times over the years by everyone I encounter from my extended family. It was a cold, chilly, […]

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I think I will

The internet believes that Shakespeare wrote the greatest poem about love. I think I will. With his gnarly comments on marrying two minds, it is hard to believe. His ideations of it being an ever-fixed mark makes me giggle all the way through. The time for whom we all have become fools renders my brain […]

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Past Midnight

“If you can survive past midnight, I will love you till the end of times.” My heart has skipped beats consecutively for the charm that’s been cast over me. My mind has suffered congregations of unmatched pleasures day in and day out. I have stood far, wide and awake to get through to that heart. […]

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I think nobody

The room has wallowed upon my fabric of being, I think nobody can pull me out. A thought has clenched my mind so vaguely yet boldly, With a fit of rage sometimes some things start to scream, And I think nobody can pull me out. Pests have infested me with their platoon of pensive weightage, […]

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Then and Before

She recites verses of poetry the mind can’t comprehend, Her recitation is unending and true 5 feet away and 5 feet under her words collide She starts to sing songs that are undue Then and before my fluttering heart remains bestowed, But when and where will it ever go? Somewhere beyond the clouds, her silhouette […]

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In Wars and Quarrels

The soldiers from both soils toil to the earth’s ends With a ghastly state hanging around their necks. They bombard each other’s vantage points With missiles of all shapes and kinds. ————————————————————— The grenades they keep hidden in their dark dingy bunkers, Since the death toll is insurmountable when they ignite. They hide behind the […]

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The Absurd

We arrive, amidst a theory of despair lookingOnto better things that might make up what any thing has ever been,Seemingly in contrast to views of mindful trajectories thatDownplay the soul’s conviction of self creation and self thought,Drastic changes not a matter of fumbling certainty butRather an abstract colouration of minds and signs looking for acceptability. […]

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Circling around

Images of cities and palaces remain withheld, Vaguely they ever murmur their stories, Opening and ending at each encounter, Melodic inquisitiveness flows and withers in instants, A rainbow floats over the insurmountable skies, The everlasting metronome clicks into oblivion, Vaguely they ever compose their stories, Opening and Ending at each encounter, Everlong loops play and […]

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