A law student by day and an amateur writer a bit later in the day. Disclaimer : I am not particularly scholarly to be considered a poet. My poems are mostly still in the TRY part of poetry. And with that sad observation I hope to post and improve my writing. Why I do it: Sometimes I find the soothing rhythm of poetry somewhat simplifies a complexity and is the perfect way to unwind and undo those knots. So as long as my head gets knotty, my refuge will lie in poetry.
The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in