Oh dear death!
Before the world inflicts more damage
upon that pristine soul
can't you take her in your
ethereal embrace?
In your tender tight grip
let her be freed from every cruel chase.
Afar from life's alarm
in your seraphic arm
let her relish tranquility's charm...

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When the world pines for an orgasm
she finds release, in the realm of ink!
in the clandestine artistic world
resides, her sentiments
raw and pristine
donating no lacuna for infiltrators
to discover , devour and desecrate...

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Death scares her a little lesser than life does...

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In a realm so vile
derelict we are
enclosed in the doona of reclusion
to avoid piercing gazes
without which
life would be easier
than the sleep that lasts forever...

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a tale that started with
a full stop!

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breathing in this self obsessed sphere
a jinx or a gloom?
slaughtering the homes of innocents
sometimes making them an orphan
Do the killers deserve a home
or a family?
the big mansions with cars and bikes
but no trees
aren't they a burden to Tellus?
dull posh plants
with roots confined in ornate pots
craving to crawl beyond boundaries
do subjugators have the right to be free?
the glossy floors and busy roads
clogging the nare of glebe
where are they leading to?
earth as a happy place
brimming with benignity
being a shelter for pristine and harmless!
will this dream ever emerge
as a forever reality?

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ஏசி கார் பயணம் அருமை என்பார்
பேருந்தின் ஜன்னலோர இருக்கை சுகம்
அறியாதார்...

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Hugs, devoid of love
are nothing but suffocations.

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she stays
gazing at distant horizon
mulling over the
long lost freedom,
fishing for a way out
to quench her hanker,
relishing the taste of
forbidden liberties,
yet feeling scared
cynical about her steam
to survive without
the shield (cage) of love.

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Some wounds never heal
we just became used to the pangs...

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