Category Archives: Poetry

Albeit; the venom in your heart

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When you think,

you are alone;

when the world seems,

a measly stone.

I will be there;

 all along,

albeit;

you are strong.

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A poem on you…

Long neck,

Fine hair,

Fair skin,

A figure that is slim;

is all you liked..

then and now!!

Foolish I was

& Foolish I am…

to still think

the world I created is true.

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Outburst of an Insane in love!

Are u an insane in love???

If yes, then you might be able to relate to this poem!!

Go on!! Read and feel love!!

horses in love

Continue reading Outburst of an Insane in love!

Turn to ash!!

smoke

A dingy, dark room;

filled with smoke.

Empty beer bottles lay beside.

A lip caressed cigarette,

burns bit by bit;

turns to ash and dies out.

Continue reading Turn to ash!!

A Suicider’s Plight

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The night was fresh,

with sparks of gray.

Life seemed impossible,

yet it seemed worth it;

worthy enough, to give it a try.

There was a turmoil,

Continue reading A Suicider’s Plight

World – just a game

The world is a game
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Something tickles down the nerves,

with a few shock like waves,

it drives the soul away.

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Perception

You wither with time,

faces flip.

When you look inside,

the soul slips.

Changes are momentary,

the basics are fixed.

The corroded brain of yours,

insides, all sipped.

A glass of wine,

or a pint of rum,

gushes down smooth.

and you see a world,

not so true.

The world perceived,

is where I belong.

The world perceived

belongs in you.

Life!!

Gasping for air,

Suffering and suffocating.

Resembles a fish or a bird,

with a slit throat.

An expired Asthalin,

lays beside…

trembling hands reach out

to find the  glass,

and a drop of H2O.

Rising from the Ash

Life a Compliance,

call it an agreement.

Abstaining and refraining from its end.

and Juxtaposing a Clock.

Clock,

exhausted and drained at heart.

Resolute and determined,

at the surface.

Gyrating, twirling and swiveling,

more like a wheel.

Or is it a Phoenix,

that rises from its ash?

The Smile!!

Colossal structure,

perhaps a contraption,

like a wheel,

whirling and swiveling.

Not a hamlet,

but a locale, deserted.

Mortals bellowing all about.

Afar awaited something,

something mystifying,

a sanctuary or perhaps a shrine.

Holy Cross with a benevolent smile.

Abrupt gaping of the ingress ,

kind of dismayed.

Macabre or a human,

ghastly and scary,

stitching and sewing a carcass,

staring with an eerie smile.

Poem’s background – A dream put together in words.

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