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Avinash P.

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April 28, 2019
 

‘UBIQUITOUS PAIN’

Oftentimes, I see the being in a clandestine sense of a world that remarks some kind of a pungent pain. I find the being jilted on a Sunday morning by the seaside, sick and trembling. The being hides behind the solitary beams of the sun scrounging for purpose beneath it’s own shade. An impetus to pick up those faltering limbs and let the body be in perfect motion with the winds of the chanting  thenceforth. I see the being so immobile in it’s own state of mind that it makes me question it’s verve and liveliness. It’s docility makes it even more comprehensive for me to believe in the fact that it is a mote, a gravel lost in the time space. Speck of itself just eating the who...

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April 20, 2019
 

In the mind, in the head, this is where it ends,
At the cracks of apprehension and the dark river of doubt where it bends.
Never meant to be contained in the boxes of the brain,
Ideas to be sewn to the tune of the imagination, of the sane...
Intoxicated dreams amid silent screams,
In a perfect rapture something that the heart feigns.
Is it what it seems?
Don’t wait for the wayward son for he’ll be gone soon,
Leaving behind ashes of memories and nectar touch,
sweet escape from the thievish hour’s clutch.
Find him beyond the point of no return when all is said and done,
Find him seeking shelter in the heart of the rising sun.

-Avinash P.

WRITING IS LIFE
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March 17, 2019
 

‘THE ROSE THAT BLED’

...that time of the year for us to be strangers. And what are strangers but souls with elusive degrees of forbearance and love. Lonesome as a mote, defeated by rainy spectrum. Running away from connections, strange existence of ours swims in the copious, embracing the life within.

No doubt, I see people residing on the deranged feet of the despicable and hate, dejected and smiling. The course of vanity masking faces, mocked and bedazzled by fools who never knew love. Pressing a flawed meaning in the purple crevices of bitten palms and toxic throats, look how the fallen gloats.

Be it a sin to puncture love, all its name and all its nerve. Interpolate decadent holes in ...

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March 9, 2019
 

‘To Love, With Love. (To that idea, that notion, that feeling, that persuasion, the tender and the unseen.)’

Dear Love, wherever you are, don’t approach me when I am at my healthiest. When my feet are tasting the gravels of the primrose path. When the strands of hair on my head are waving goodbye to the windy tides behind this vivacious body. When these eyes are swelling up by the blushing of the cheeks. Don’t carry me forth when you see me prancing across the prairies of cherubic and befitting friends; the dissecting roads, the sleepy buds waiting to be jolted awake on a winter morning, the voices of primordial birds with their lively cries, the blissful architectural wonders and establishm...

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March 9, 2019
 

‘3 A.M. EPIPHANY’

His body had come in contact with the cold floor of the stage but the mind, oh the mind, it was still dancing. He could see and feel the lightning mockery of the ceiling above trying to stifle him with those weary and blinding curtains, those red, velvety and scornfully thick dejections at the seams with fleeting breaks and folds. The audience had migrated to somewhere else, to a faraway land much more better, promising and of incantation. The stage was indeed blind. Disheartened. Dispirited. What was left of it were the flimsy and particularly minute grains of cold dust and bouts of despair. Something that mustn’t have been present boisterously on the floor. Or more precis...

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March 2, 2019
 

‘I FEEL ALIVE AND I LOVE IT THAT WAY’

Someone loves me, and that’s me
Through endless days and teenage nights
That is all I want, that is what I see.

Deep down a voice speaks
But can I hear it?
No. From cherry silence it leaks.
As these cold stars shoulder my heart.

There is a voice I hear while I dream,
it speaks of nothing
let alone scream.
Embracing a silent vanity.
It walks and waddles, through the boulevard of endlessness.
Rest, dear voice, for you have to work on that speechlessness.
Again!

These fingers wish to conquer smoke and perdition,
Galloping along serene liveliness.
Thrust some love, thrust some love,
Or watch agony shower from above.

But oh dear life, I’ve got you,
The ...

MAKE YOUR MARK
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February 10, 2019
 

NOVEMBER AZURE

My presence carried me. I was tasting life. Walking down the concrete aisle, amongst lampposts that shedded ephemeral light, something the dissipating night was consuming as the cold breeze floated by. The November azure was washing away and all I was truly aware of was that alongwith the passage of time I was gulping down the scenic stream of liveliness and existence. A sense of purpose poked me, right in the chest and then my indulgence in wallowing was stirred by a demand of an answer which I let it pass.  I belonged to myself. I belong to me. Can none desecrate my belongingness or shame me or my puny feet that meddle in the affairs of this worldly vision or cloudy dreams....

INSPIRE THROUGH WORDS
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February 10, 2019
 

‘In Great Health ‘

A shadow lurks in the vicinity of my mind and at every seam that appears peering, it howls. I have traversed years and births to contain the sanity of it and I have been keeping up and doing good but the ephemeral derangement eventually finds its course back to where it had once begun. I feel like a lost poet who sincerely, but hastily, is trying to find his verses. I’m but in good and in great health.

Now, as I recite this anecdote as a raconteur, I’m soundly aware of the fact that every other being that’s awake for the night to pass is or has been going through the same. Somewhere at every aching and longing that embalms the dead purpose within, does the walker walks an...

DARK NIGHT
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January 29, 2019
 

LIBERATION

What’s holding you back?
Is it the festoon of unbloomed flowers
Or the festivity of ignorance?

What’s bringing you down?
Is it the echo of those deep and shallow trenches?
Of forgotten zest and harrowing chest,
In a place, ignorant in its own embrace?

What’s pushing you back?
Is it the jocundity of a trivial lapse?
That blinds the eye of life so swift and unbothered,
Ticking breaths away and filling you with all the dubious worries?

What’s catching you amid subjective slaves?  
Is it the alarming memory once drowned in the nectar of poignancy;
In the seas of vivacity, now declaring declining replete?

What’s trapping you in the senior halt?
Is it the isola...

ORIGINAL
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January 27, 2019
 

LOVE, CONTRADICTED

At the expense of heart-felt sights
Were mixed the fortune days with pallor nights,
Goodbye sanity for through this sanctum life seems fleeting
And with the void of sacrilege my existence seems meeting.

Love with its alacrity has rested sore
And a bard of stupor sings in my mind forever more,
Sky so dim, birds do scream
The sound of silence is the only utterance this heart could seem.

Blades of time on the clock they tick
Soberly decaying on this terrestrial’s wick,
Call it a sigh and brand it the destinies chide
For the lukewarm love to our destinies could not abide.

Once had seen through our deepest ends
Had seen the road of love to the point it be...

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January 27, 2019
 

May love guide you to that beauteous mountain
Where hearts are sane and with affection they rain,
This idea goes the same for the moribund flowers
May you taste the vitality of love with eternal gain.

Death does arrive swift in sleep
And if love not found in the serenity’s deep,
What shall you name it may a fool be asked
When once love is blind and might not peep?

I found the intention of love outstretched
And that mountain with my arms far fetched,
And the showers of hate I pushed away, wide asunder,
Will that be deemed as love or a heart left dazed?

-Avinash P.

WRITING IS LIFE
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January 24, 2019
 

BEWARE!

Beware O Mortal!
For you will be tested.
In this very world
Where derision never sleeps, never has rested.

Beware O Mortal!
For you will fall in love one day.
A glass shatters in inexplicable ways
But a heart, it shows no shattering, it dies,
Keep it vouchsafed in yours, till the feather of death in front of you flies.

Beware O Mortal!
For challenges await, so does loss.
Give your power to none,
May that intellect gather enough truth that would drive
You to victory and the war you have waged within you be won.

Beware O Mortal!
For time is slipping,
From the hourglass of life.
Live one, lead many because you never know,
You are here this minute and in the next you go.

-Avinash P...

WORDS OF WISDOM
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January 18, 2019
 

‘The Vistas’ Foundry’

Look at the sky, at the clouds as they shine and waft
Beseeching your repentance to waddle away.

The reluctance in your ignorance profusely finds a way to corrode your intelligence. And it will thrive no matter what.

Under the soaring wings of impulsion, find the seed of dazzling impetus coruscating morning light. And you can tell what it relieves, reincarnated from the feeble moonless night.

You have got questions. Questions not the ones you simply ask. Questions that berate your time. Questions that berate you.

And it is astoundingly pristine. To not answer those. Some questions are beautiful. And wonderful. To be left insanely unsaid. Unneeded. Unanswered.

Thro...

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December 6, 2018
 

THE LOST REDOLENCE OF HUMANITY

The old adage ‘What’s in a name?’ is still up and running. This phrase is obscenely conspicuous to everyone as a significant truism. If one is approached and conferred with, he/she might be immensely prudential to the self and might blurt out about how this statement is crucial for a perpetual chain of events that one might elect to follow with someone. Every single pre-conceived sense is contrived by getting synonymous with just a name. A primordial approach, if scrutinized. Irony be stated, one devises a gossamer spider’s web of the characteristic traits without meeting the individual itself! Such is the prerogative supremacy of a human mind. A super power…

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BE BRAVE
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November 28, 2018
 

ANYMORE

You may know him, but might never understand,
As beautiful as everyone else, no, you won’t witness him.
Sterilising emotions, charred thoughts
Nightmarish dreams, no you won’t bless him,
Yet he waddles, serenading his tears, no, you won’t see him.

Sighs louder than the sun, whispers louder than the moon, no, you won’t hear him,
At the zenith of uncertainty he bellows, no, you can’t propel him.
Yet at the grave of fragmented days, look down not, no, you can’t tug him.
He lives on, in his own animation, no, you can’t obliterate him,
from his own existence.
Anymore, anymore, anymore.

-Avinash P.

BE THE SPARK IN YOU
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September 15, 2018
 

"I WISH"

Before I meet my untimely decline I wish to strangle enough pens. Prove enough points. Storm enough minds. Love enough hearts. Spill enough ink on papers and have embrace enough destitute capers.

By the time I stand facing the call of my sharp decline, I wish doing much. Bestow merry. Yes, in this world very. Make it a better place to be alive. Much better than I found it.

The burning flame in me irates not when once my life to benefaction directs. I wish to calm enough sulking souls and bodies. Gestate enough somebodies from nobodies.

Look. At the night. How relentlessly it squeaks. In cold ghastly pain, agonized by the sun's hotly aftermath. I wish to thrum a mellisonant tune i...

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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September 14, 2018
 

LIFE, AN ADVENTURE. ME, AN EMBODIMENT OF TRANSIENCE.

The leaves they sway through the wind's demand,
And the stars they shine, the sun's reprimand.
The soul wishes to dream once more.
Against all odds.

And life says;

"Hear with ears and listen with attention,
May karma come and serve you well in dissipating hour.
Hither you are at the conflict's gate,
But never dare place asunder the wholeness of peace.

And when hatred its venom will shoot
You'll lacerate its root from that very encephalon,
Make steady sure that the heart is purged
Like tireless tides and billows may love be surged.

The dearth of mirth once will make an entrance
And make you question my unerring existence,
Unnerving subs...

DARK ASH GREY
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August 27, 2018
 

{Love can sing beautiful songs festooned with intricate lyrics that only a true ear can hear, true mind can implement and a pure soul can perceive. But in the contemporary, love is desecrated much, scratched till blood is spilled and an unwanted epilogue in the relationship is sealed. May it be a family bond, or a friendly one, or a romantic blossom or any solemn LGBT vow, Love is maimed by the world’s treachery and callousness. And the circumstances that follow are enormously sad, dire and appalling.}   
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(SIGNIFICANT ONE)
“What be the hotly august sun without you by my side
Dare not the salient moon whisper in my ear.
Would no stars bask lenient on the esplanade;
When once you be ...

LETTRS BRIGHT
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August 25, 2018
 

{Sonnet 1}

'Where Did All The Sorrow Go'

Where did all the sorrow go
I wanted it to stay for me to see it wail twice,
Bereft the blackened clouds left me more oh more
Blossom the exult life's buds they not suffice;
Won't shatter in lament for a Man am I
Nor play the dolorous part,
Measure this moment's joy from eye to eye
On this summer day let distil my heart;
Where did all the sorrow go
Once should have stayed and feel my deride
Face will it my inner contempt,
"Look sorrow, bod mine promenades with vanity and pride."
Rapture stolen from life, stolen from me,
May arrive happiness one day bit drunken bit tardy.

-Avinash P.

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August 24, 2018
 

'etchings of life'

We the poets, life's a poetry,
Born are verses with cemented bigotry.
Do the pages know about the life we seek,
Plunders the ink of death just in a wee streak.

Yet to be found that dusty page,
Where truths are quiet and lies they rage.
Scour the page mark it pious and clean,
Stretch of perjury, the countenance of cosmic sin.

Dubious stanzas have made their way,
In the life's poem for proses to say.
Will proses say, our feet when dance with a meaning,
Once meaning is found, always beautiful that feeling.

Come large come few hear a nonplussed recital,
When the book shuts inscribe your title.
Shall one find the sanctified carvings above,
How a poem he strikes, what poetry ...

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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August 23, 2018
 

"And She Will Tread Despite All"

When all the world's lights go dim
And the tunnels of hope in silence might scream,
When the brook of love loses its moist
She will find her strength all alone, poised.

Her heart caves when line with tempest scars
Lucent suns will set, ebony nights will lose some youthful stars,
But mistress stands sanguine, won't break wilted,
A sanctum she is, find lost love in her, once jilted.

The supple needles on her face will stitch thaumaturgy
Heal one tear at a time, for she,
Sheds drops next to emotional treason
Sterling love for all does hardly find its season.

Let me swathe an unceasing paean
For 'she' might be any doyenne in pain,
Let me ennoble each lady for ...

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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August 18, 2018
 

LOST LOVES, LOVE LASTS

(MOTHER)

“You shall traverse paths forsaken
And comfort your ailing heart that’s brazen,
By the ones who reasoned its soma be marred
As you watch the air with its pieces, fluttering shards.

Your heart will lay sedated, cold as ice,
Cushioned between land of promises and harrowing skies,
Yet you will move on lacerating the ties that angst-
Ties that torment, ties so taut immune to hangs.”

(DAUGHTER)

“What if the mountains don’t move a bit?
Never find me a love for me and only for me to fit?
The drudgery clocks might one day blisteringly sound,
Far and wide, me devoid of a knight desperately stuck to the ground.

You tell me fables all the more reason for me to dream...

LOVE IS ALL WE NEED
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August 12, 2018
 

'A Precious Lament'

To the honest ones
And the right ones
Doomed by the moon's shade
But seemingly the bright ones.
To the teary ones
And the jilted
Glared by the sun
Who never wilted.
To the strong ones and the sturdy
Left alone on the life's hour, a bit tardy.
Torn by the adversity scissors
Self sewn, semblance to the fabric draped beggars.
To the cracked ones
And the ruptured
To the ones whom happiness hasn't yet captured.
The world hasn't a gem yet sought
You and yourself is everything you've got.

-Avinash P.

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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July 14, 2018
 

Under the glimmer of the stars ethereal
Under the covers of the blurry sky
Not a whiff of breath on the left
Pale and stiff no wreath of life to the right.

A shooting star will one day come
And touch your soul that will treasure
Lonely not just you are here
Everyone is, far as the sky could measure.

To the sentient lips tasting the drops tonight
Drops from that glistening eye
Hold on till the rise of sun
You still breathe life pardon the cadavers that lie.

Know that you are not alone
Neither empty nor hollow
Some will amble over the esplanade
Rest with you to the horizon follow.

-Avinash P.

A MAN'S BEST FRIEND
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July 12, 2018
 

"A Tale of Woe"

Life,
Mind his sorrow and wash away the pain
For he hath tasted the droplets of his eyes,
Aye they rain.

Hear the tempest howl within
Hush'd hallway of tranquil, beseeching,
Embellish the crown to the life
As the golden birds do with the blue sky, they are reaching.

Aid the man trudge up, conquereth his sins, in despair he doth bellow
Distress may come rushing to him and vex his mellow
Might he showcase his conscience a fool alike
Pardon him for he craves to play the role of a blithe fellow.

The excruciating pain in him murmurs
Will the trees still sway 'gainst his blow and pass on the dark rumours?
For how long shall he cry with the mountains
Mountains can't contain the...

A MAN'S BEST FRIEND
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July 7, 2018
 

Kahi duur kisi ki khushi parchayi dhundh rahi hai apni
Toh kahi tanhai apni baazi
Ek badh raha hai aage murda dil ban ke
Toh dusra nahi hai apne zindagi se raazi.

Kahi duur aankho par apne aansuyo ke siyahi mai ghira pada hai koi
Toh koi kar raha hai apne bad nasibi ka lihaaz
Ek datt ke kayam kar raha hai apna nishaan
Toh dusra mana raha hai hathiyaro ko niche karne ka riwaaz.

Kahi duur ho rahi hai kisi ko sachche pyaar ki justajoo
Toh kahi sunai nahi de rahe ek jhoote dil ki pukaar
Ek kar raha hai apne aap par shakk
Toh dusra sunn raha hai apne kaabiliyat ki pukaar.

Yehi hai safar zindagi ki
Har kisiko ko saath rehna hai ese pal mai, Yehi hai safar zindagi ki
Har kisi ko sukoon dhundni ...

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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July 6, 2018
 

“Wait”

Wait, don’t embrace haste. For now she is living her life. Only the way she captains, the way, a choice not a burden or strife. Let her walk, the majestic stride. Let her legs to the new courses abide.

Wait, let her lead. For she is pure, her soul a sieve. Let her sing her own song. She is mastering the world the way received. Let her feel the love which she has to see. Let the love open portals for her, the love yet to be. The lashes of her eyes by some they smudge. Let her live, let her lead, don’t judge. For how long must she ally tempest audacity, hey world, why lampoon her vivacity?       

Wait, don’t blame her. For she is her own vindication. Let her prove her might, so...

ORIGINAL
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June 27, 2018
 

REDEFINE THE POWER AND REALITY OF HER AND PUT THE ONUS ON HIM

A subject that gets lost in the whiff of contentious air every now and again and only gets spotlighted and debated when conceived in the doldrums.

Every day when varied subjects are channeled across the nation in the form of news, one diabolic stream of communal distress is heard, read, witnessed and felt. RAPE. Horrendous incidents at various locales are being talked about, judicious ways are being taken a hack at, and allied sympathy is being showered to the families but the effect that follows hangs loose and sloppy. Such barbaric acts should be extricated from the veil of temporary dialogues where the intensity of the act and...

STARS CAN'T SHINE WITHOUT DARKNESS
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