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Beneath the fury of sun
Wades a wobbly nun
Stomping on thorns
Her soul burnt and torn
Scars on her skin
Carried wounds engraved
Trust, her sin
So were snakes she once craved
She sucked and spitted
Bouts of venom from her blood
Tainted by flood
Of emotions she once knitted
Silence crept loud
In the woods still stern
Moon upturns
Summoning weeping clouds
Tears unfolden
The woven maze
Outside the haze,
Lies a fern pretty golden
Threads, now vines
Adored her bruises
Illusion's penchant to divine's
Were flood sailed cruises
Time passed by,
Venom decays
Has been watching the sky
The fern now sways
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Darkness cascades,
When dawn fades.
Reigning is rare
Until dusk spades
Into depth of faiths,
Not a day but decades.
Insensitivity impairs
But care repairs
Authenticity is supreme
It's not just in my dream
Anymore on just lash's rim.
Rebirth is not a flair,
It cleaves through twilight
Like an ineffable beam
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A canvas on beach
Beyond fortune's reach
Where ocean's opulence beseiges
The sand
That remains arid
Beneath my hand
I scribbled falsehoods
In sand of seashore
Washed away the waves
But I re-bore
The facade of sandalwood
With scentless core
I became the artist living in dreams
Suppressing the internal surreal screams
Praising the sun's loveless heat
Scorched scars linger but my fabrication's neat
Dusk broke, I anticipated gentle breeze
But the sun abandons me to freeze
I pushed away the ship meant for rescues
Succumbed to the charade upon demonic cues
A captive now of hollow laughters
The island stands on fragile rafters
Isle's canvas was built to swallow
A soul lost in its own hollow
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Aroma and its gracious curves
Nepenthe of marshes is still a curse
Observe the birds passing by
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Crying, screaming, blaming?
It's never your fault
Irk beneath is flaming
And outpouring daunt
Close your eyes, hey goddess
And let it burn
Open them again
And behold them burn
The avarice in their lusty eyes
The etch itching the soul
Restlessness, rancour, anger
Hurl them on
There's no forgiveness
Profuse or profound
Tormenting the pigeon white
A sin to be bound
Stand with resilience
Confront them
There's no prince in oblivions
Just your fire, prodigious
Blistering aura
Freezing contempt
Mind stuck there
Eyes wide open
Staring at hemlock
Breaking the sunlight
Midst dark canopies
You got to rise
Vengeance creeping
Shivers down the spine
Misty lashes
caging Tears of divine
Goosebumps down the knees
Feet leaving the ground
Shame to discern
And confront their eyes
Loneliness or solitude
Never a concern
She's out to hunt
In crown of fern
Run or die
There's no escape
Not to lie
She's a tigeress in rage
Revive your turmoil
There's no other hell
You made her do it
Now, there's no dispel
Her hunger of abhorance
Will chew you one by one
Look up and take a glance
Bloodshot eyes and fury imbued
Impending destruction
Pay the price
They say don't bother An angel
before thinking thrice
You summoned the devil
Insurmountable whose wrath
Keep falling in the pitch
Until you meet your death
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Beneath the fury of sun
Wades a wobbly nun
Stomping on thorns
Watch the teary ferns
Scars on her skin
Carrying wounds engraved
Curse devious grin
And snakes she once craved
She sucked and spitted
Bouts of venom in her blood
Tainted by flood
Of emotions she once knitted
Profuse tears of fern
They observe
Drip on her burn
Numbing pain so perverse
Weeped the clouds
In meloncholic ambience
Silence crept loud
Spotting redemption in defiance
Step out the vines
Adorning her bruises
Wind's penchant to divine's
Yearning, she refuses
Blanket of ferns
Ease her shivers
While the moon upturns
Bogs were her new weavers
Time passed by
Has been watching the sky
Fern decays
Her soul repays
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.Past the estrangements
Witnessing profuse isolation
Fidgety deep the listless eyes
Conjures up hallucinations
Suffering the incagement
Dreams of touching the skies
Tainted sphere
Smothering her hopes
She breathes in poisoned air
Much like gloomy saprobes
Mistful lashes
Memory on flashes
Fabricated smile
Loaded on heart so fragile
Fails to hide the bedlam
Regret clustered in lump
Can't help but succumb
Yet she dreams high
In ambiguous sigh
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Mist on crimson poppy petals
Embraces the air when sun rays fall
Adores the poppies at dusk
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Standing on an abandoned beach
On a deserted island
Beyond fortune's reach
Feels like a dryland
Though dampness of ocean beseiges
I scribbled my falsehood
In sand of seashore
Washed away the waves
The second I re-bore
Into my facade of hollow sandalwood
I became the artist living in dreams
Suppressing the internal surreal screams
Kept glorifying the warmth of sun's scorching heat
That's devoid of compassion but my fabrication was neat
Dusk broke, I hoped for gentle breeze
Disappeared the sun ,letting me mirthlessly freeze
I pushed away the ships meant for rescues
Succumbing to flawlessness upon a demon's cues
I became a captive of psedo-laughters
The island was hollow
It stood on wobbly rafters
Looks impeccable but disguised to swallow
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