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In all the books of history written with ink of blood and dried tears

In all the books of history written with ink of blood and dried tears,
There is no war that was not hatched in the shadow of palaces of power,
Governments alone, like birds of prey sharpening their claws in silence,
Independent of the hearts of people, for whom war is always poison.
How many generations have marched on dusty

foggy freeze dried memories

icy daggers serrated his chilly mind
memories sharp as polar bear’s claws 
wielded reminiscent evocation in pain
how he longed for selective amnesia

heart and reason at war with the enemy
a battle only to be won if he surrendered
to inevitability that conflicts were useless
unless of course they concluded in cease fire

his father had fought at the Russian Front
which

Dried Words

When inspiration comes, it spreads its wings,
Then off I’ll fly, as a bird that sings.
I’ll roam through this world, soaring high and free,
Unable to sit still, my spirit will flee.

The future will discern black from white,
So I kept stirring my words into light.
What use are golden words if lost in vain,
When even your partner cannot

dried up

grass is all but crisp 
sun's rays have taken life 
as we pray for rain

Like a dried-up fountain, I sip from my shadows

Like a dried-up fountain, I sip from my shadows,
Dusty memories, like forgotten books on shelves of dreams,
I swallow my existence, like a sea of silence,
And let it flow, spread, dissolve into verses.
I would like to open my heart, to sprinkle my blood
On the white paper, to write with the venom of melancholy
And to see how

Dried Roses

Something struck me
I saw bunch of dried roses
Underneath your bed.

Ancient Dried Figs

so ancient dried figs
more than  three thousands years old
old clay pottery

Dried Flowers

fresh flower bouquet 
turned upside down and sun-dried 
makes great centerpiece

Sun Dried

I can feel my body cooking

It's drying out beneath the sun

A price to pay for such a tan

Skin cancer touches everyone

A River That Dried

A long line of waters
Deep in hearts of bathers
A lifeline of growth
Weep of salvation brought forth

Waters of life over a mile
Outrunning a thousand stile
Gifts of life in piles
Surmounting torments of viles

Dreams on waters slate
Streams of sages proliferate
Sun beam of neon flickers
Teeming waters on pickers

Wishers with panoramic views
Dreamer of waters purviews
Like well-wishers throwing coins over heels
Eye-openers

Flower Has Dried

Well the flower he used to be has dried
his elegance,his auora is no more
Doesn't matter how deep you drown him
Those leaves are now srcambled,you choose not to hear the pain
The screams went un noticed, because he has finally dried
That bleed, exist no more,
his veins Carries pain no more
Because it wasn't, only the flower that dried
The

Across Dried Land

Judge me not when I merry and make lyric
Of the most obscene and unthought-of frolic
Tunes,
The wait has been worth for the dunes to form
To behold spectacular dorm moulded in perseverance
Hard work and endurance,
The monsoon withstood long enough to pave way 
For the calmer and serene moonlight,
Casting its beams across the dilapidated and sun-baked
Land, on which

Dried Tears

It is not about who lost more. 

It is not about who can sacrifice the most. 

The friends you lost cannot be restored. 

Just try to focus on the people you will never be able to shake away. 

Just try to focus on how tired you are. 

So by the time you wake up-

The tears

The Ink Has Dried

Pitifully, it seems my volcano has erupted—Somerset Mougham

Awaiting ink and feather to perform, my volcano has erupted
Gloomy den, I listen to crackling fire, nothing of worth to pen
Suffer to produce work that last forever, an unwritten rule inducted                 

A Hint of Dirty Deeds Washed and Dried

Everyone talks about money laundering.
I often wondered what that meant.
So I found out from a good source, the internet.
There's alot of information on the subject, if you just search.

An example goes something like this..,
 
What if an elderly man had thousands in his bank account and some of those thousands disappeared during his relationship with

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