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The love of yours, To the love of mine,The affinity of heart-beats, To remain alive. The eyes of yours, And the eyes of mine, Enough to see, The world of ourselves. The arm of yours, To the arms of mine,Enough to reside, For the whole of our lives. The lip of yours, To the lipsContinue reading “Confluence of love | REPOST”
Sitting besides the blue-ish river of Atlanta,Staring, the filled sky with grains,Glittering in the nights.He beseeches for a masterpiece. A thought, that can change,his life, before, it ends. Carving, through the muds of soil,he began his journey of life. Some emotions, like an ocean,with devotion, and his imagination,created some wonderful creations. Dolls, to play with,Sculptures,Continue reading “A MASTERPIECE| REPOST”
The divine ride of my bicycle through hazy humanity,innocent replica of tomorrow how dim witted!!slow-thicken and twisted, lullaby of lies we heard,melody of myths, each passing day subsides.the goodness, the beauty and the morale of life.ashes, ashes, all fell down. Then ticked on the Life’s clock, adult reality,Full moon brings the darkest night agitated,for peopleContinue reading “THE FABRICATED LURE”
It’s enfolding, the forgotten me,the dead me and the rising me,a prose of love,and some poetries of life. It stretches me out,from the life of hazards,to the life of wonders.Like a lyrics,Written on breaths,It sings inside,to make a charm,Blowing up the faces. It feels the joy,Of creating thoughts,the ink of zeast,Filled to the life,Writing onContinue reading “THE PEN OF CREATIONS”
In midst of life,In lies of the world,In my craving thoughts,I breathe of disguise,I am not your worthy,neither trust Worthy,But I do love you. For that reason,Or for many reasons,I blush at you, orfor silly jokes you have,I might tell you some day,Or may not tell you ever,But I do love you. There’re flowers IContinue reading ““I do love you” |Poem”
Stuck within the walls of nonsense,
Stung by the venomous society,
Hiding scars of her heart, hopeless,
Gazes, the chopped wings of her.
Flowers in the garden of god,the aesthetic, elegant mankind,flourished from one to the other,an infinity of beauteous nature. Somewhere, bestrewed with heavyLeaves of cruelty, sits some flowers,Covered in Bosky roots of hungerand poverty. In the brume of misery,they ask for nothing,but a mere questionof blooming,at odd time,at odd place,in odd conditions,is this life is givenContinue reading “The Dirty flowers in the garden of God”
Time escapes,faster,wildly,unrealized,unpresented,but slow for the fastest. In the arms of heaven,it never sits,but keeps running,towardsa never-ending race. We,On the other side,Keep waiting,for the right time,to strike,for good,or for fortune. It never,Strikes the clock,the way we want,the way we wish,and, we keep waiting. the better is,not to sit,but to run,faster than time,realizing, but not looking atContinue reading “Time escapes”
On the sore of a river,
beside the ponderous forest,
from the burning dry woods,
they were born.