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Once Upon a Time in Love
We often hear statements from many around, that goes like ‘with love comes pain’ at other instance, ‘The one you love the most will be
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We often hear statements from many around, that goes like ‘with love comes pain’ at other instance, ‘The one you love the most will be
Blood flowed around As she killed herself Ignoring the salty tears And painful gasps. Because, she was fed up of the Dehumanisation and isolation
“Every time I see my father I see Hell as a human.” My body is a room. I hanged my father’s portrait On the
I always have a dream Flowing into my veins like a stream Throughout my life I wander about Having deep faith to reach it, no
With a heart heavier than the dress she wore that day, she walked up to the beautifully adorned stage that waited to glow as she
I don’t even know what to write anymore, Abruptly, All of the words are on the shore. None makes sense of what An obstructed
Poetry is written in the human mind, and is read by the human conscience. They comprise the metaphysical parallel universe lingering within us all. In
I travel the world in daydreams. I become someone else sometimes. I live to a ripe old age and then I become myself completely satisfied.
Crossing by a half baked poetry I found it on the pan over Half dried fired woods of words Smoky all around Suffocation of my
Canvas that can speak well, eloquent See me paint a voice words splashing to blur, a charmer’s mime see me, my deprecated star I
One day I will come back from outer space, by a red cloud and bring giant’s picture scroll. My lines of lightning songs will flutter
Paint me with ignorance, Because I love that pain I get. I’m addicted to it as much, As I am addicted to you. You’re always
I stand there by the old man that held my hand as I walked down the coast, The old man that never hesitated to put
The barometer is dropping, skies filled with scudding clouds Which gather into towers, bottoms dark as funeral shrouds Winds, that once were calm, now cause
I was a fine red rose with roots not so deep and thorns not so sharp, built of store-bought seeds and the water that the
All the other things breathe, All the other things speak. There are quite a few, A few millions. Which can neither talk, Nor think.
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