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His Ode

Slinking away a gaze in silent distress,
by that guarding railings, a light it descends
her mind it flounders in self made heaven
swarms around that verity clean shaven.
 
Sultry dusk marks again an end,
of whimpering yearns in their flawless defend
his allure ode always in aloft
through entangled vines a place they sought.
 
Bygones and blood relations, they forsaken
but oh not a fiddle of reluctance it given
it's not wrong to deem the slightest
barriers she breaks to the furthest.
 
Dispiriting clouds enshrouds her in twilight,
his scenic visage twirls around in silhouette,
ages she will dwell in that eternal solace,
immense love brim full, were they ever realised?
 
Hopes glimmer beyond horizons afar,
and lingers not a qualm of what destined for,
beguiled always in his limpid purity,
like trellis his arms, she buries in felicity.

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Spell

We recite a pool of unspoken words,
swirling around as our paths meet,
wishing they would reach your ears,
of what that's buried heavy in me.

Never will I ever get the courage,
to look through in thy windows,
as my world comes to a halt,
the moment your presence nears.

Mysterious as it may appear,
till this day no clue or whatsoever,
its hard to take my step aback now,
as I didn't leave any trace ever.

Vision that plays the role well,
could only engulf you from far,
in this endless game of passion,
I have nothing but all those seconds.

The burden that hangs in me,
leaves an unbearable pain all day,
no matter how i advice myself,
my heart always ends up in dismay.

The spell that have upon me,
may be gone one merry day,
but the memories that lived in me,
fail it may never to haunt me.

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Emptiness

Happenings just like that Rain
   yet the dampness still refusing to leave; 
Oh it's too much to take 
    the language of reality.

Words misplaced on the way
   just like lightning too fast to catch;
It poured and poured generously
   never knowing, it poisoned me.

Thou only saw the picture
   yet the stories lied beneath;
Thou's eyes seldom met monsoon
   but in mine, raining everyday.

Plenty made thou's garden
   only a handful making mine;
Memories knocking thou once a while
   but knocking my every breath.

Those words resounding all this while
   like the breeze whispering to leaves;
Tying me down in the arms of weeds
   with those unsolved hidden objectives.
 
Laying drowned in the pool of tears
   but not a leaf on sight to hold;
Days passing, heart closing
  yet that hope still remaining.

Arms clutching, tongue fastening
    grieving silently to the air;
empty eyes, breaking down
    dissolving slowly in last rain.

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Night Life

As the beams in departure
darkness, they crawl slowly
taking charge and ready to rule
that surrounded shell above all
slouching in their aging gray
fresh again after sloughing its light
as plants in shift of their breath
and creatures, they creep in gloominess
in veil, another reality begins
As shadows of loneliness dwells
face of fear they show up
In eyes the lazy bell rings
most fading, lost in dreams
The innocent souls, all lay in rest
and troubles laid beneath blankets
silence kissing gently over ears
when saga of half-life
once again opening its doors


the back of dark awakes in vigor
and legs of selfishness in motion
together in hands of rebellious pleasure
a cyclone stirs up inside them
revolving around in claws of injustice
all searching out in desperation
in numerous, they swarm around
carrying a glaring visage in glee
a pernicious tar overruns them
and eyes getting blinded by a smoky visor
evils break through in boisterous force
shillings and dimes they roll
drenched in aphrodisiac, submerged in high jinks
indulged in satire, heads go haywire
imbibed in flood and drowned in insanity
manhood lost in that reign of terror
and humanity slaughtered along roadside
when homeless becoming preys
to their heinous hedonism

the smell of kill engulfs the gloom
along with sound of horror playing its notes
blood they shatter portrait of death
virtues washed away in alcoholic virulence
victims in dismay, they float
to those opened cavity laying generously
the song of drunkards in background
following the screaming souls to graveyard
and we again in defenseless sleeps
awaiting that forenoon, unaware of those perils
but this tyrannical existence expanding
the shadow of once again apocalypse.

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Silent Cries, It Kills

Bells and gongs they chime,
along my hours they rhyme,
pallid face, they a deadpan,
outstretched eyes, that deluge began,
deep buried thoughts, along silent patio,
they climb afar, distant hills brow,
frail hopes, play hide and seek,
false they speak, and all seems bleak,
those beating nerves, immobilized in cold, 
like a dagger dressed, in fresh shed blood,
carried once again, to that perch of cliff,
her minute felicity, gone in a whiff.

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My Rain

Knocks my door, the sound of rain outside
together sings along, all my blues inside
a sad melancholy, in its thunderous recite
flood of thoughts, not willing to go aside.
 
Not a scale above or a level of grain below
filling those sockets, dancing in their shallow
once again brim full, letting that river flow
volume in abundance, there's always more tomorrow.
 
Scenes pass abreast, the leftover days before
always find deceived, there's no one outdoor
moments in escape and waits by the shore
worn-out and weary, whats to say more.
 
Snared between ends, a tough of war
road of maze unwinds, never sure how far
disguised in cold, pillars no more in fear
another fate descends, a price to pay forever.

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Dilemma

Smidgen ahead of a dreadful time,
shatters a dream of wiser thine,
rage dipped words, in their seize,
all in breach, of my sleeping peace.
Douse my fire, not that lord of wind,
quench all desires, not though if skinned,
rob that tale, not the crown of crime,
and blight the bond, not the gust of grime.
Birth of anguish arrives in flood,
in mute they dissolve in our blood,
smell of rain, they drugged her brain,
and the underground claims all on lane.
Question of fate or a daughter of hate,
in chains of faith, the rust speaks straight,
overruns a war, one against that whole,
milestones they stand watching that patrol.
Seeps not a tear for her emblem of wound,
but cries oh dear that drove of ground,
breath of enigma, they speak a dilemma,
a life enmeshed,  now a moving comma.

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Far Away Love

Our lines, around they wander
though never cared about a blunder
each like granules oh a wonder
reciting in ears an invisible reader
 inside playing a joy of thunder
bringing thy visions by closer
always in mind it ponders
meanings in disguise lying under
 leaving those questions in hunger
failing never to drench those viewers
and hopes they are getting nearer
my feet here to reach there in harbor.

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A Mirage That Rules

Under warmth of bearers quilt,
safe and sound in cave of red,
calmed tenderness and touched in silence,
they hang on, awaiting without a clue,
for that twilight to bless lids open.
As the clock ticks and pain rings,
they arrive in their sonorous tunes,
exchanged around in gleeful arms,
blessed aside for a mere endless journey,
on paths of boderless boundaries.
But even this chronological existence,
of the mysterious mother nature,
now falling aback in hands of mankind.
As the faces of proselytizing showing up,
those mystical brains pierced in written faiths,
a wall build and list engraved
our progenitors words in vie on them
leaving no place for questioning minds.
Guided along in bureaucratic forces,
sprinkled by verses of bygones,
but yet in their powerful adolescence,
drenched in ages, those dusty scriptures
all in charge in names of salvation.
Splurge of lavish in awash to stones,
baths in milk and profoundly honored,
but all in blind to prevailing poverty,
been deaf to cries of pathetic scavengers,
victims they become in this holy massacre.
In immense spirituality, yet veracity lost,
Swords and knives they meet in rage,
bullets they dance in their vicious stage,
holocaust begins again in names of profanity,
but yet not a glimpse from supreme being above.
Legs they in search of pilgrimage,
though unaware of underlying premonitions,
laying ahead a grave for vanquished humanity,
depraved actions in their immortality,
looms around that flame of dishonesty,
all opened ajar by keys of dismay.
an existing mirage still in their eternalize,
but never seemed to cultivate a soul or two,
would it rather be dead in eyes of all,
as the vestige of our shambled world,
now lies in hands of disguised Satanism.

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Parading Blue

Tides, they arise overshore
along with fears, they reverse overboard
her cloaks, they float in their eternal blue
with her flawless gulf carried out through.

Those emerald hairs, they dance along
as her salty breath , they slap across
 chords escaping through their entangled twines
that symphony, they engulf my senses.

Those ships, they riding on her back
never was sure about  destinations
my eyes, traveling  far beyond
with that longing heart, as deep as her.