Verses of grief
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Before the night gets Wrapped
By those Bright rays,
And time rides you away from me,
Let me cage your soul
with my love,
And your body with Desires.
Let your inner demon wake up
By the cacophony of my
Lecherous Passion-
And let it strip naked my soul.
Let my body dance at the
Rhythm of your touch,
Let the silence of this night
Get destroyed,
By the moan of mine
While you embrace my Curves
With your hot lips.
Let the hunger of our body
Persists us to eat our skin,
Let the thirst of our mouth
Makes us drink long kisses.
Oh! Let our inner demons make love,
Till our souls get knackered,
Till our names get etched on our mind,
Till we fill our hollowness with ambition,
Till your body fragrances the aroma of mine
And mine the aroma of Yours!
©Barsha kumar

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School days!!

School days were like summer mornings,
calm and pleasant
Those were the days,
when life was singing
its melodious song, with time.

Those were the days,
holding green and gold memories,
but are now grim and ashen grey.

Those were the days of winter evenings,
where life holding hands with time,
enjoyed the colorful sunset,
of the upcoming materialistic life.

Those were the only days,
of bogus fights,
and the whole world,
was a rush of happy voices.

Those were the days,
when the ferry of life
was floating on grey waves of happiness,
which has now
slowed , jarred and stopped!!

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Depression is bleak
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i kiss waves of wind.
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the hammer
inside my head.doesn't stop
hitting every
nerve of my brain.

an unwanted
excruciating emotion
keeps incessantly
undigging
the hole of my heart;
filling the pores
of my skin
with an
unbearable grief.

the tears
doesn't stop itself from flowing;
my cheeks burn
my eyes paralyzed
my breath caught
in the loop of restlessness
and my body
devoid of every amount
of strength.

still,
i don't die
and cannot die.
Pity!

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they slaughtered my heart
and metamorphosed my existence
into karbala.

//lifeless

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loneliness and longing
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i took my pen to fight
but the nasty disappointment
slaughtered my muse
piece by piece
inch by inch.

At last,
the ink solidified
words committed suicide
sentences lost its meaning
the neurons of my brain bursted
and my brain got caught
in the loop of OCD
chanting
"i took my pen to write".

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The moon
of my world
is submerged in blood today.

The wind
blowing through my verandah
is infused with hamlock,
this evening.

And,
The OCD
inside my brain
is bawing
like a mother -
whose first child died
after seconds of birth.

Ah!
My lord,
Endow me a favor
and exalt me from this misery,
by reading some
blood dripping poetry
in my deaf ears.
Don't you know,
I am a mad-woman
with a ripped soul
and a rotten heart?!

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