One name in the heart
Another in the eye
Tongue talks of the third
Body slithers over the fourth;
Thousand names
Are but a mere vain
When it comes to the one
Unwilling to escape your brain.
-
I am a mad woman
Isolating people,
I prefer to gently wipe
The drool of my dog,
Than to kiss
A man's filth.-
Human bodies
are bound to the
dictatorship of human minds,
He whose mind
is in a state of anarchy,
where exists
free license to
every thought,
there enters the
curse of eternal grief,
He who is not
in charge of his mind
dies a death
of his own thoughts.
//Bhavya
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Maybe it's time to softly remove the scythes throbbing within our hearts. Ripe mangoes dangle at feeble twigs, a whiff away from collapsing down upon the crippled leaves.
Maybe it is somewhere out there with its arms as botched as mine; dimmed eyes and exhausted spirit.
Maybe he's just as dead as I am and just as alive as it takes for gravity to pull us both together.
Maybe he's stuck in the codswallop of life, maiming just as I.
Maybe we'll pull each other with all the breaths we held within for so long.
Maybe when we touch it will smell of spring again.
Maybe we'll kiss to the tenderness of tears.
Maybe just maybe
it would feel like love again.-
Oh but darling
with time
every ocean
evaporates,
What most eyes could
then see
is a stretched land of
barren dunes,
only the one that cups
its palms
to dig deep into the sand,
could measure the weight
of residual that survives within.
//Bhavya
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One mustn't give in
to the falsity of
being utterly understood,
the animal within a man
isn't the same
two days in a row,
such constant change
gives rise to
incomprehensibility;
wise is a man
who expects not
to be discerned
by others,
he focuses on self-cognisance
rather than extort explanation.
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