Poetry
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I am a moth, always been
I was a moth; I had always been. But when I was a caterpillar, they said it was okay. When I was taking nibbles off the leaves, they said all that matters is that I get wings and I fly high. Read more
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A Double Take
You can try to blind my senses and blister my hope, Bring me papers to devour and make me choke I will stand, stand, stand all by myself, away from your clouds. And I will break your strings into pieces, for I am no puppet, but a person Read more
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The bloody doors!
The doors, those bloody doors!Why do you not knock on them?Why do you knock the hell out of them?Why do you not close them?Why do you break them?Why do you paint them?Oh, look! There’s termites…The doors, the bloody doors!Why does this black room even have them?The doors, the bloody doors!Is there a flood beyond them?Is Read more
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The Exciting Part Of Love!
People ask what is the exciting part of love?Is it a feeling that is beyond and above?What makes it unique and special?Does it make a person go irrational? Love is one of the lovely gifts of human evolution,You don’t need anything extra to join this institution.Every moment feels like a gorgeous sunrise,Every minute feels like Read more
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The Inner Demon
It howled at night in the pitch-black jungle. It wanted to spring upon its prey, Upon hearing the prayer. Oh! It was a calling. It possessed the man to commit the act. The possession is real, oh, it’s true! The urge is real, the thirst too. He’s a conniving man now! He turned towards the Read more
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The White Rose of Mary Garden
I belong to Mary garden,The garden of beautiful roses,Many are red, while one is white,The red roses thought the white is special,The white thought she didn’t have the colour,Every time we all grow a flower,The gardener comes to take us all over,He took many red, but didn’t chose me much,I thought I was not just Read more
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Compressed Room, Outburst Of Feelings.
I’m sitting in my small compressed room,But my thoughts are going like boom.Scrolling through texts on my phone,Feeling like I’m in a place I don’t own. I have a lot of emotions and want to share,I really doubt that anyone would care.I feel numb and start thinking of what is next,After a while, my phone Read more
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The secret thought of my heart!
Should I kiss you back or should I not, Guess this is just a curse, just a wrath; Should I tell you this or just hold the thought, Because you and I are made to be apart; Is this what we call misery, or our fates throwing us dart, Well, it might be just us Read more
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Night Life, Expression Of Countless Tears.
When the time passes towards the night,It is time to set everything straight.It is time to log in and work,Time to put on a fake smirk. I have to speak to clients on the phone.Treating their problems as my own.It feels like the night is pulling me to oblivion,Sometimes it all feels like an illusion. Read more
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Oh naive idiot!
HaHa! What an idiot you are.Did you expect some niceness in return?It is you that is bothered with niceness.But not the world.How naive of you!To think that being nice,Will make people nice.The quality of nice,Is nothing but a mirage.They do think they are nice,You soft skinned snowflake.Truth is not the world is harsh.It is you Read more
Chitrapatam 