Looking away from that unforgivable glance, Some words that strike your soul like a lance, Carcass of that missing girl buried under the abandoned ranch, Of an ugly crime that unfound evidence, Alas; so sweet is the art of indifference, that life itself shall be bitter without its presence. The scribbled name of a loved…Read more The Art of Indifference
A Letter From A Bottle:
"Dear Freya; When the moon shall be lost in the dark sky, when the stars shall be dim and sad; your warmth and love shall show me light. My sins, my mistakes, my lies are a burden I fear to carry. I try to escape, to elope through my minute imagination since your old lover…Read more A Letter From A Bottle:
Affair, Abhor & Afterlife.
Each summer long;Under the sunlight and below the willow teers. The thought of you smilingAnd laughing with my childrenOften haunts me.Angry and forlornLike a ghost from the past:There is a love so profoundBroken but yet it shall last:Torment and passionSlumbering between our lipsAnd the lies we thoughtlessly wove.I know your essence like I know myself.On…Read more Affair, Abhor & Afterlife.
Ugly Poems
She once said that the ugliest of men write the most beautiful poems. Poems from the afterlife; about things only felt but never understood, about stories only imagined never experienced. Written in closed, dark rooms with misplaced clothes and belongings. Written for unknown people reading in an unknown time to displace unknown thoughts and longings.…Read more Ugly Poems
Revolution
He is coming back. His name lingers in the minds of even the mindless; his stories are reminded even by those who cannot remember. His ugly face finds itself in the dreams of those who loved and hated him. His identity is now his past and his existence a mere idea. But, now... He is…Read more Revolution
A loveless desert!
A bee lurks in the depths of an unknown desert; looking for a flower as only he knows that its spring. By his side; a man walks in search of a woman, only he knows that he is lonely. The hills look after them from a distance; the rivers await their arrival. But, they must…Read more A loveless desert!
Traveller
I start walking at the break of the first light and only break bread at the wake of the night. Towards east i walk, through murky paths along sentient jungles and through malaise streets along man-made structures. "I don't swim nor sail; I nor ride neither rail; I don't fly or fall. I walk; every…Read more Traveller
A man & his Padmini.
There he was; looking up at the sky, cursing god yet again. He stands up above at the roof of his 22 year old bright yellow padmini, so he can be closure to the sky. So, god can hear him better. The wind is cold tonight. Its a sad but yet such a beautiful night.…Read more A man & his Padmini.
The Jungle
Where did i come from? From a place with such beauty that it can conjure nothing but a everlasting thirst for a place ever leaving, ever fleeting. As the hills become plains; my drunked nights become longer. My loneliness grows with the brightness of each street light. Whom do i blame for this painful change?…Read more The Jungle
An Enemy Named Time.
"time wounds me and then time also heals each wound; while I want my wounds to rot and flies to devour upon it. I want my wounds to keep itching and reminding me to not be wounded by time again." You know; I hate time so much more than any other abstract human concept! Because;…Read more An Enemy Named Time.
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