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7/3/2018 5:10:10 PM
Rattling the dust	Brooms hunt chaos. It may make dust flee from how it was,which was stationary. But picking it up results in sorting. Turning chaotish sound into pinkish shade of its own. To highest possible extent which is silence. The same kind of silence which I experience, everytime dust inside my mind gets rattled. Deep breaths come in and my mind goes into a new state. State of uncluttered thoughts but constantly cluttering dust of emotions. Brooms and meditation, tools we use to rattle the dust Without realising they are one and the same.
8/30/2018 3:42:55 PM
Hello this is me	Hello this is me,Kedar L.Ingale I am an Electronics Engineering student and I write poetry because I dont possess any art apart from writing and I am too lazy to write a novel or short story.
8/30/2018 3:48:06 PM
We are not who we are	We are not who we are Filled with worries, woes and moans, the drowned ship drenched to bones A dying soul succumbed to wounds, in a forest with a fear for hounds We are not who we are Passers of a tunnel, at the end of which there is a light Not bright enough, but enough to beat the night A creature without wings, with the fire of taking flight. We are not who we are Shinier than shine and taller than skies Taming every conquest with a hell of a might. Difficult to be seen, the brightest bright. So O dear mine We are not who we are We are what we choose, to be that is really who we are.
2/7/2019 11:12:01 AM
Please examine my poem	Nihilist in me ------------------------- In back of my mind,I smell on my sins I dwell on my essence ,purpose and wins There were ,are and will be kings In back of their minds ,they too reflect on things. We all put our story in things,account them to tally with our wins. Question is , are our stories of conquests,tempests and wins? Or everything is just a map pointed with pins. Paints of our stories ,the drawings Are they some beauty pigeons or balds covered with wigs.
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