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death in an oasis
July 3, 2019
 

Mine.

A little late
To the Latte date
Puffed cheeks
Poked dread
To my heart it said

Wrath of a million cats won't tell
How much this creature knows hell well

There's fire enough to dry up seas
A different scary kinda hot she is

No ifs no buts, no in-betweens
Calm down was the anti amphetamine

But then when my humour was about me
She forgot her anger and laughed happily

This bitch, this mess of atleast 4 lifetimes
Is such a pain in the ass of Mine..

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WORLD WATERCOLOR MONTH
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April 26, 2019
 

An Ode to the Insomniac

Let the dew
Cool your eyes
Let them kiss
A girl who's shy

Once the moon
Is up and high
The stars sneak
Into her mind

Slow slow
Let the cool breeze blow

From her eyes
To her head
Down her stiff
Rights and lefts
Once her hips
Ease into bed

And thighs
Begin to sign

Her toes will shake off the day walked on...

And she'll turn on her side
To dream bout the dew filled eyes

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HAPPY EARTH DAY 2019
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April 16, 2019
 

Levi

        Once upon a time, in a place like any other
A child was born with no face
Horrified the mother refused to touch him
So he lived a while without her touch.
         Things settled when, the couple took him and raised him dearly so.
So dearly close, that no one ever saw him.
         But someday they had to let him go

So they devised a plan, to hide
The hideous with the hideous.
They drew a charcoal face on him and nonchalantly they sent him to the world.

         The world was wise though
It laughed and palmed his face
And smudged and smudged and smudged and smudged
Till their laughter grew sore and abate

The child terrified but curious
never known of his charcoal face
He...

MAKE IDEAS HAPPEN
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April 12, 2019
 

Purpose

The world is so full of possibilities, both pretty and bad, which is exactly why existence is such a questionable quantity.
Never ending questions have always probed me ever since I remember, purpose, meaning, joy, freedom...? Just one worded questions.
The deeper I tried to delve, the farther away they seemed to sail.
Choice, I realised was the one thing which could help us row through the ocean of possibilities...and merrily so.
I realised the more we travel the more we see, the more we see, within.
Travelling is unraveling inside and out too. A writer keeps is secrets between his/her words and the traveller keeps his/her stories within their eyes.

So read and travel is what...

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April 8, 2019
 

Uncharted Nights

Uncouth the ways of the mortals
Sinning miraculously, in ways they not know of
But then on the verge of spilling, if a glass shatters
Who’s to say who owns the blame

Abilities are shambles, the break in the path of breakthroughs
Still it’s all a phony plot device
To ease the pain taken by Gods

To wish a wish with a naïve heart is to lie to oneself in the name of nirvana
To worship a convenience
If it helps to womb faith
How would you know living?
What happens after death

So many answers which cannot escape
why ask me to believe when
You have a god whom you have named

Little big steps don’t close in the gap when your imagination isn’t farfetched
Farfe...

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July 10, 2016
 

Nothing short of a poem

Her smile...

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BANKSY SWING
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November 6, 2018
 

Eyesore

Her eyes lied never though
The truth was spoken by her silence
You'd be wise to learn the difference
That her tears and her smile were no different
Her eyes that kept secrets from her secrets
Could read abstract, her first language
Her eyes that were a compass
To navi through the void of spaces
She never lied,  a catch there was though
Only if you could read between the lines
And dance inbetween empty spaces

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WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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August 3, 2018
Kalyan, India

If you are as delicate as a snowflake at the end of the winter

Then you can be loved only by an angel

And by no means I am one...

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SAY HELLO TO SUMMER
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July 6, 2018
Dombivli, India

Levi

It's the lamb in the fear of knife that doesn't fight
The guilt of the knife is as void
as the love of a man for woman's thighs

Kill to kill is the same as to kill to live
Painting your Gods in your own color
Doesn't wash the stains of what you call sins

A tale of hearts is a script by whose eyes don't see surprise
Beauty skin deep if or if the other kind
Still is an aesthetic of some kind

There's no failed child in a mother's eyes
Least a cradle could cope the strokes awhile
But a moving bed breaks in almost no time

Words are all nothing but lies...

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4th of july
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May 31, 2018
Kalyan, India

If You want to tell me what you want to do
I wouldn't know what I want to do
If you want to know what I want to do
I don't know what I do?

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WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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April 20, 2018
 

When the call to the last train
                
           Went over my whistle,

My casualness
          Bore me nothing but simple

That was the atonement of my crime

One begets blessings more from prayers
                                                        Than wishes...

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EVALUATE YOUR LIFE DAY
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March 18, 2018
 

Teena

Let's walk down the road at night,
And not talk about life.
Let's test each other
Are we really each other's sanctuary or not.

Would you be afraid..
If we have to part our ways?

Would you feel bad,  if I am not sad?
Or would it be worse if I stayed any which ways...

Would it be a paradox if we both feel the same?
If we both can acknowledge that we aren't meant to be, always..

Would it be a greater grace?

Would goodbyes be now better than an embrace?

I'm in my void and can't say what and what not for you
Not even in estimates...

Uncertainty is the bliss, ignorance was just a shame

Farewell....

I don't even know what to call you anymore...

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I LOVE WRITING DAY
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February 23, 2018
Kalyan, India

Clink

An interlace of soapy wishy washy bubbles
A clink of theirs wasn't much silent on the inside
To each fork inside, it was a resonance of a bit and not of it's kind
Their sums and differences were a music if not
Then they were dancing bad I must've thought
Had I seen it from afar,  would I know  it's synced or otherwise
But is there someone so wise afar ?
Should I clap despite my disgust
Or
Will the ghost of my past be sorry somewhere far...

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LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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February 18, 2018
 

That photochallenge of Martha's

                               Royal

Christ!!!
Begun benign the roar of war
To please,  the peace of a restless heart
To feign,  a fiend a priceless crown
Beneath the earth,  the ones who lay
Who's gonna account their questions may
They would have had the chance to claim
Would they now account regret if any
Or if they won't,  would it be a shame..?

Long live the king
Your horse awaits
His taps on my wooden way
I hope your crown is pleasurable
In a way
It won't complaint
If it isn't yours to place

Holy be thy shine
Thou hath a smile
Even without the crown

Peasant... kings... equally bow
To ecstasy, wine and a women not too loud...

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GREY AND WHITE
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January 15, 2018
Kalyan, India

Chota Goldflake

People change
Is such false notion
No..
People don't change all that often

The just get sick and sicker

Most people hang on to their beliefs
And suffocate in their own bubble
Till all the oxygen in that bubble depletes
And is replaced by the ashes of their own dreams and fantasies

For me people changing would be such a delight...

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MAKE DREAMS COME TRUE
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November 1, 2017
 

Pompous.

Long, long gone is the shore
Of velvet sand
Mild dunes perverted by the waves
Miniscule the abode of just two palm trees
Now no more in sight
It's the endless that's the companion
Of the sea
Of the sky
Of the wind
The night of stars and moon
Makes the sky and the sea alike
To this little me
Who does dare to differentiate
Nonetheless
Too much of either will kill.
I am at the brink of life
Waiting to tumble.
Fearless, that isn't quiet me
Less, that's more like it.
Drifting away and away
Away and away
Away and away...

If I could raise a tsunami
Would I..?
Would I..?
Would I not..?

Why not ...?
Is a seductress
Why yes ...?
Is the neglected wife..
No one writes about..

I see a star...

TIME TO RELAX
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July 4, 2017
Kalyan, India

The cat was never bothered that the raven was never mesmerised. In their own right they both were geniuses...
Then the raven was killed....and the cat kept mum, she just stared with void in her eyes. The devil was finally happy.

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CELEBRATING FREEDOM
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May 30, 2017
Kalyan, India

I know
Your hands are scarred
From not letting go...
Perhaps,
It would hurt
To hold my hand

If that's your worry
Then,
Till your wounds heal
Let me grab you by the waist.

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MAJOR STEPHEN REICH
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May 25, 2017
 

Whim

Across the room, she sits
Covered by
A tee, a book
My sight
That's it

I picture the surprise
In her eyes
If I were to breathe
On the words
She weaves

As I kiss
The O
Her lips have curled
She breathes in the warmth
My lovelust has stirred

And somehow
As and when
She squeaks and purrs
I'm the one in turn
Who's left intoxicated

Her thighs, bare
My hands graze
Frenetic & fanatic
Her coos, they ooze
A try to escape
And a plead to be chased

A little game, we play
We're both hunters in a way
She is the trap
And she is the prey
The hunt ends
When both are caught

Ecstacy rides..
Our breathes
Are the poets
Our bodies are the Muse
And so the poetry
Is in motion

As the waves climax
I'm sna...

FREEDOM FOR EVERYONE
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May 16, 2017
 

If I lose now
It won't be accurate

I've lost long ago
That's exactly how I found her...

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DRAWING DAY
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May 13, 2017
 

                                                   Somniophile.

As when I lay shirtless

On grass skimped with dewdrops

If there's a shift in the gravity

I hope I slide

When the grey clouds

Become bosom of the sky

To breastfeed her child

I hope I'm cradled

If the God up there

Misses a beat

Stops spinning the earth awhile

I hope I twirl

Say this grassland

Gets deluged meanwhile

And a squirrel atops me

I hope I suffice

Better yet,

He sails me well...

When it's all over

The sky is cleared

I'll crack few bones

And open my arms

Let sun me dry

So too my bed

As when I lay in the leaves

I hope I sleep...

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AMOR
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May 6, 2017
 

If the way I look at you doesn't convince you how special you are...

Then I'll quit being a poet.

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MAY PHOTO MONTH
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May 2, 2017
Kalyan, India

Everything the Muse does
Talks, Smiles, Laughs, Plays
Is the writer's Inspiration

Everything she doesn't
Her Silence, her Void, her Stillness
Is the writer's Turmoil..

They're both his bread and butter...
They're both geniuses.

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MAY PHOTO MONTH
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May 1, 2017
 

We have compatibility issues
She loves dogs...
I'm a cat with a bad conscience.

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HOPE
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April 29, 2017
Kalyan, India

Casper

        Once upon a time, in a place like any other, a child was born without a face. Horrified the mother refused to touch him. So he lived a while without her touch.
         Things settled, the couple took him with them and raised him dearly so. So dearly close that nobody ever saw him.
         Life doesn't go that way, they had to let him out... Now how to do so?  They've been hiding a monster. So they devised a plan. They hid the hideous with the hideous. They drew a charcoal face on him and with pride in their plan they sent him to the world.
         The world was wise though, it laughed, put its palm on his face and smudged and smudged and smudged and smudged and smudged an...

HOPE
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April 28, 2017
Kalyan, India

Teena.

She sits cross legged,
For me, to lay my head.
Her hair like chandeliers,
Eclipsing everything else.

Her hands on my collarbones,
A little cold but not alone.
Lightly pressed beneath my own,
A little warm, right at home...

Her upper lip, subtly curved,
to  shade of pink, I hadn't known.
I know the words they weave, for sure,
Must taste sweet and some more..

At her window, as she seats,
To a sight, she has always seen.
Those empty eyes, that blank stare,
Trying to stop time, that somehow leaves...

Her eyes drop to memories,
They get heavy and seek unconsciously,
She looks back at me then,
Forgives me, for arriving just lately...

And when we look into each others eyes...
She tear ...

HOPE
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April 25, 2017
Mumbai, India

She was two-faced
But the catch was
They both were the same
So if you had to kill her
You needed​ to kill her twice
If you had to love her
You'd have to Love her twice...

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WORLD STATIONERY DAY
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April 24, 2017
Kalyan, India

Midnight Moon.

As I come to wake
From nothingness,
I bear no memory of me...
All there is
A conscience shapeless,
And a splendid sight to see...

I have woken up at a beach
Of indigo sand,
And The sky is lit
By a midnight moon...

As the waves hit the shore,
Their sound, a random melody.
And on the waves yet to come,
Moonlight dances
The same harmony...

I do this much as I stand,
I take in the view of all that
is in sight...
My eyes don't seek,
Despite a missing mind,
And I follow a trail of subtle moonlight...

The trail leads to the top,
At the edge of a rocky cliff
And I see...
A celestic white dress
Trying to fly away,
Far from the sea...

A white dress flying
With the wind,
...

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April 24, 2017
 

Just One Dance...

The grace of the way
That you breathe,
Is where my intrigue
Is dangling in shackles...
So Let me tumble slowly
In the wind,
That is musked
With your demureness.

Under the stars delving
Into your spark
We'll dance to the sound
Of their twinkles...
So Just for an eve lie
You love me
And I'll guilefully
Naïve down my shrewdness...

A step to right and a step to left
All I ask is for Just one dance
And in that slow waltzing time
I'll spawn the solace to my angst...

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April 20, 2017
Kalyan, India

The writer once argued with his muse ---~who is more important...." The writer or the Muse?"~
You're wondering what happened then, right?
No can tell...
The writer decided to keep it for himself.

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BOB TAYLOR
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