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Scarlet Horse

A grain of rice,
seeds of a vegetable,
lights in a decoration,
a bride.
A bottle of old wine
infected by abnormal wishes.
Crawling into fake
carvings on a stone......
of an old love.
Stones broken by a stone crusher,
fighting back for emptiness
still a grain of rice.
Flew among the clouds,
a scarlet horse,
a prince, seeds of a vegetable,
a bride.

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Tomorrow

Do you know a man called”Tomorrow”?
I don’t,
not even the astrologers.
He mingles in silence’
A question, to every person he meets.
He smiles, he weeps as we do,
For every other thing.

Yes I had met him, today as I walked.
He was young and handsome,
An incarnation of darkness,
Well, do you know the question he asks,
Take my word…………as I do not,
if till tomorrow I will last.

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Ocean

A small house, a dim light,
faint smells of stale prawns.
I searched the ocean, 
boat with a broken mast,
for the sounds which faded away,
slowly into darkness.
I was still, a wrinkled and torn shirt…
and few moments of an uncommon and undeserved love.
 
All was just a moment away, 
already stolen by my beer bottle and ashtray full of smoke.
I heard her walk into me, into crowds of happiness,
and also my lonely sorrows.
Probably I kept on silently running in the forest,
deeper and deeper into eternity.

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Life, I Search

O life !
What expresses you?
Tears or joy, death or brightness,
slavery or freedom, blood or sand.

I find you or not,
situations, circumstances,
pleadings before cruel death.
The heart of a child or hidden in the smile of my beloved.

I search you,
For time and time to come,
dawns, days, twilights,
even when dreams in the deserted night touch my unconscious eyes.

O life !
What expresses you?
Winning or losing,
darkness or colors,
or you yourself.

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I Miss You

Was there a storm? Or just your thoughts?
This evening burst into rhythms, we were near.
We are far, now a moment’s difference,
and left with me are some leafs, sandal wood,
a fire the storm blazed.
In the dept some where it still lingers, a small hope,
getting brighter with every beat of my heart.

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Me

They call me,
caring me into long days, 
mysterious nights.
The green decreases and the sand flow in,
thirsty.

I have made life easy,
Invented, discovered, destroyed,
killed, created …except life.

I have flown in clouds,
of dreams and love.
Sometimes I am a vagabond, beg for a drop,
Sometimes I realize sometimes forget.
Sometimes wasted, sometime used.

Yes its me, sometimes wasted, 
sometimes used.
Today when I collect fragments of my past,
I have time no more.

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User Name: Bidhu Patnaik
Form: Free Verse
Reason: It is a poem of my self discovery, This poem was inspired by a turning point in my life.

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A Cup of Tea

There’s some sugar,
		there’s some milk,
There’s some water
		and there’s some tea.
Hot and tasty,
		yet a simple thing,
that matters
  		which never a person can see,
there’s a heart
		and some love,
which gives it,
		it’s usual spree.

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The End of Darkness

Some more steps, some more days,
to the end of darkness, I presume?
A savage world, 
a desperate soul,
some more sand,
some more rain,
mirages we follow, shadows we search,
some more steps, some more days.

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Where

There was a time,
for crying, now the tears have dried out.
With emptiness I look out,
for reasons in the unknown spur.

What am I waiting for?
not love or sacrifices,
no sympathy also.
But just to wait for time.

Where to go?
yet the adamant journey is on,
to travel to the end.

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The Devils Die Last

Give me back my innocence,
I wasted in the journey
When blood trickled down my last breath,
Inquisitively, I have been asked..are you dead?

So that’s why they call me devil as I die last..
I never cried tears; it was the toxins that came out.
I never exhaled air it was the repentance of my soul…still cursed, still starved.
Condemned by my miseries, I still live
Spitted upon by my own sweat……
Yes! I still live in me,
Cause the devil dies last.