Category: Poem
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Cannot Engine
98.5% of our DNA is junk, it is the rest that makes me a clunk. 5% of the Universe is visible to us whatever remains is darkness. And then there is sunlight 1% used by plants to live and photosynthesize. Even much less of it becomes biomass moving through the cycle of life. Plenty of sperms and menstrual blood go down the drain with faeces and worms; remnants of Mama’sdelicious…
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An Accolade to Talent (or the lack of it)
What is this need to mimicEvery good song that has ever been sung,Repeat, every idea that resonates with you at any level. Draw or paint againWhat’s been done already Either at the hand of an artistOr by God HimselfWhat is this obsession With creation and more so with recreation But is anything truly original?Hasn’t it…
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How to Trust?
He, the love of my life,Said to me the other night,‘You do find other men attractive, right?’ ‘Like you might desire other women?’I asked a question in return.‘Yes,’ he smiled, ‘we all have our demons.’ But I told him no and he was baffled.Was something wrong with me?My feathers were ruffled. I pondered and realized:‘They…
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The Change in your Expression
It is your journey, I just want to see you, With no presumptions, just really really you. When you are unaware of being observed You are neither frank nor reserved. On one side, I want to tilt my head And see your cheeks going red As I whisper in your ears, ‘I love you’ in…
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The Masochist
The imbalance I feel Is my fate’s seal. Holding my head high Before you, I kneel. On the scaffold of sheer honesty, A glance at you I will steal. Yet Our love will die naturally, No ceremony, no last meal. In the salt mine of misfortunes I twist and turn with zeal I stand a…
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The Sun was Kind Today
The sun today, shone with delight, I could feel, if not see it smile. Fighting cold air, piercing each crevice, It basked in glory, happy to be of service. As it illuminated the world, comforting a shivering bird. Touching this maiden’s cheek, Lighting up another’s curls. I saw it reflecting off skyscrapers visiting the land…
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Some Days are Just Dark
And it keeps coming back to it This unfathomable darkness inside It keeps surfacing, time and again Nothing is right, we are all insane. Who can be happy ever? Not someone with a brain! Any reality thrown your way Take it but with a salt’s grain Why can’t we just freeze in a moment And…