Independence day..
whose and for what-

the hollow assurances of anything good coming to a nought,
symbolic memorials of parades and grandeur that we have since years sought,
in the light of present realities seem an empty and abhorrent thought..

what foolishness of hope-
Of justice being brought,

when since times immemorial 'man'kind has brutally strangulated and raped our bodies,
our agencies,
our very being,
with remorse unsought..
brandishing it all as trophies brought,

with the vicious shamelessness of beastly inhumanity,
on proud display;
celebration, makes no sense for the agony this day!

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Something which endures eternally, is absolute in this relative world and hence universally lasting.

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You are an afterthought,
behind the smokescreens of their glories,
for pleasure sought;

Often left wondering..
if truth would ever be found..
battles won,
yet war raging all around..

so foolishly bartering a self so hard fought,
forever destined to believe
we are what we are not..

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bleed..

sometimes it's from the perpetual wars they wage inside their hearts-
the other times it's for the soul wringing-
to let out an expression;

the color on paper is not always the distinguishable red,
it's often deciphered and molded to the imaginations of the reader,

All writers just know how to weave magic-
the sprinkled golddust and the confetti of blissful expressions to capture the beauty of prose,
poetry to apprehend the depths of the abyss and morose;

Whichever the case writers always know how to bleed:

bleed for life,
bleed with life..

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made peace with being on my own!

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Hiding her story behind the i- am-fine-smiles,
Her heavy words tread miles and miles;

The darkness now seems a comforting presence-
Perfected in silence,
Witness to eons of muted violence,

For all those horizons forever promised,
Apparently Lies work fine, as long as you are honest;

However from the lowest depths to the heavens:
Like a fabled brilliant Phoenix she has always risen,

fighting back gloriously for her essence;

She is Creation's magnificent celebration,
In her brilliant dazzling light, eternity finds a revelation!

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authentic wrongs of self

borrowed illusions of perfection— % &

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moments of sunlights' last glitter,
glimpse of a fluttering butterfly while waiting at the signal,
sound of the sea's crashing waves,
the moonlight in the courtyard when electricity fades,
smile of a stranger passing by,
on a rough day,
presence of twinkling stars in the pitchblack darkness,

all the little moments where our existence is aware of its-
life
in this human wilderness..

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I spent my afternoon reading ..
And then I realised..Words are magic..Like true magic..They have magic wand power to make you happy..
To transport you to another world..
To make you experience things you haven't..
Words actually are the means to 'quantify' emotions..If ever these fragile emotions can be quantified..

It's comforting in a strange way..

Sprinkled gold dust..
And blissfully surreal!

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Missing you
is like..
a knowing..
why and how the sun and the stars can never be together,
as the longing remains..
for the earth..
the sky is the same..sun doesn't leave the sky nor do the stars..
but for the earth both are never seen together..

You..
are like the sun..
I can never let go of;
Oh how it makes me wonder, the twinkle these stars still manage to pull off?!

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