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I am left dangling between Conformity and Freedom So… What do I choose from? The Damocles sword or the Carrot? Cognition or Intuition? Accordance or Independence? What do I chose from? Existence or Living? Submission or Expression? Precision or Exaggeration?
There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.
Imagination is the only true dimension; Somewhere which we can form an invention of perfection; Without these facts there is no way to escape our own three dimensional perception; We all dream inside the fourth into which there is no
When I walk out in broad daylight, I am immediately handed with “Stand up and fight” brochures, persuaded to download the Vithyou app, begged to join self defense classes to combat the raging thirst, of uninhibited audacious beasts. I am
While aversely obliging decadent demands of the reigning, endorsed affluent, an internal voice howls interposingly loud and insists I really shouldn’t: “pitiful, weary worker, Coerced, uncaringly ordered, and damned by upper class rules, will you ever tire of being a
Going to clear my mind, Untangle my thoughts, Be captivated with beauty, all that’s pleasant, enabling. walk with the voice of reason, Enjoy all that’s going well, Push aside what’s stressful. Rest assured with all I am, comforted in my
Is it all just a big mistake The Earth got bored and had a big earthquake Did the universe decide instead of expanding lets just create The postman arrives at ten past eleven and he’s five minutes late I sit
Claim that you are this, when you’re not that Telling stories with plentiful lies Social climbers, climbing ladders Trying to reach the hands of fame Gossip will you bear everywhere Even if you trespass someone’s right Low profile people did
Tonight I will not sleep I will call you in my eyes. My hands were trembling when I opened the book. Words you uttered long back tumbled out ashen-faced. I started burning inside. Where did we take a wrong turn?
The beauty of the world is captured in a glass bottle,all the good,the bad, and the ugly. On one side it storms and love is a lost art form shipwrecked on the coast of loneliness. It’s where guilty pleas are
Oh deep, dark depression, my uninvited guest, the persistence of oppression is precluding my life’s zest. The dark before sunrise of a dawn that just won’t break, suppressed by a thirst for my soul that only sorrow can now slake.
I know that I am losing you, But I will never regret choosing you Because I am in love, Of course that’s never enough. Every night when I fall asleep, I see you in my dreams, The bright smile, Infectious
The brightest light shines deep but pure black darkness is infinite I surrender to its awe of depth without how would we know light’s speech Darkness is somewhere kept behind a door until intelligence opens in expression to be unique
A million reasons to smile, but none more than you; For every moment spent along, feels really good as new. A million reasons to sing, but I wouldn’t for any other; For you fill me with such joy, you’re my
It’s a fluttering dove, No…mayhap a trembling rabbit, Why does it sound so loud? The shaking, the trembling Now the throbbing, the thudding In my ears, a stampede, The gasp that awakens, confirming It’s the beat of my heart, Out
Lips like crystals sharp and pure words like liquor nauseous Eyes like portals suck you in into a world too beautiful breathing out all of the smoke into my mouth like we are one breathing in the smell you are
Frogs use their backbones to leap I wonder if they sleep?! They never drink to survive Can absorb to stay alive Survival of frogs does need Global warming to stop indeed Prop it the frog to save Earth from the
I stand stagnant under the star occupied sky, with my eyes settled on the gigantic ocean, Its beautiful serenity, speaks the language so pure, which even the deafened could hear, And the heedless could react to, filling all the vacant
Night was not worth selling the womb. Biological warheads were sufficient to take on the gender eugenesis. People were busy again, in worshipping the archaic weapons. What is holding them together? The fear of extinction? Or the celiac trauma depriving
Gaze into the mirror at the face behind the mask and wonder if it’s really you, or don’t you dare to ask? Who can know what lies beyond the mirrors fragile face, reflections of another life; another time or place?
I make ready myself for an insult and chest pain, keeping unshorn hair like nettles on contours, to take unknown turns for restoring the clouds on moon-blue hills, spreading the water colors on trees; someone inside the shrine was making
Some day this curse will fade and break away, No more pain, no more tears, no more hiding from this place. Just putting first myself rather than the rest of you, Who have hurt me instead. Please let me go,
At the border of a church marked by shame and seclusion Stood a man on the throat of reason Glorious treason conducted By the song birds of compassion Held the man in their mirth of delusion The cold pulpit floor
We fight often and sometimes we hate each other, But your love is my only concern and other things they vaguely bother. It’s surreal yet it’s true, I can walk miles alone just to be with you. Sometimes the thought
Beyond the sex he was sleepwalking in shame hiding his faith ingloriously. A poacher in harem of politics, where you stack the hidden virility for killing the money. A single mate must die making love on screen in the vicinity