All sufferings originates from craving,
from attachment, from desires,
it is said!

I am unsettled, anxious, restless;
Craving, thirsty,
lustrous for lines, never at ease;
haunted by the verses,
mind turbulent like a storm-tossed sea;

Looking up, UP to the vast BLANK sky,
Knowing there's none around;
Poetry, my yearning, my curse;
Yell...I yell, yell LOUD in sssilence.

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A void was filling
between our souls;
A dearth in language
to bridge the vacuum.
Where emptiness spoke
more than our lips dared.

We then immersed our spirits
deep into others,
until we spoke in a language,
fluid as poetry.

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His love for me
is a tree, steadfast and tall,
he says.

But all my life,
the trees I’ve known
stand with roots dug deep,
branches stretched wide,
leaves dense with life,
reaching endlessly towards the sky.

Yet, when fierce wind howl & rage,
simply they sway,
letting the storm pass through—
unyielding and never resisting.

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Crisp, cold, biting north wind,
smearing dust of snow;
warmth demands presence
beside a rattling fire,
in woollen wraps, cozy books
and sulking shots of burning Whiskys;
Ahh! December's magic!

Each winter, as it passes
without much to brag about;
frozen thoughts, frosty blankness;
i neither weep nor grieve;
I rather etch them instead,
in accord with my memories.

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Years after we drifted,
a faint memory lingers—
final sip of coffee shared
at our regular roadside spot,
once where dreams brewed;

Silent questions
took flight a hundred times;
No voice but dared disturb
the fragile moment;
A bridge of silence
hung between us,
spanning the years gone by.

Years later,
with coffee at the same weathered table
by the old village street,
reminding, where once dreams
were buried
upon a LIE, sowed deep by silence.

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When thoughts are feathered by the higher realm, art transcends creation, echoing the voice of the eternal through the temporal.

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For everyone is curious
to glimpse
What destiny hides
at the other end;
For the first time
and perhaps the last,
this life is a whispered fortune!
Your search shall decide
which stars you'll treasure out;
diG wisely !

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To a Poet

DARE the jump,
after scaling this daunting cliff
of your apprehensions;
For I swear by the one truth I breathe —
you shall descend gently,
cradled into the velvet embrace
amidst the bed of words,
awaiting to cuddle you
with their eternal depths.

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Pain is good, in a way;
for as long as
they bring
thoughts* along with them.

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I sometimes let the toxic consume me;
Mostly, I surrender to words,
allowing them seduce my mind,
Feeding my soul just enough
to drown my sorrows.
And then, thoughts surface, floating,
sighing a breath of relief,
pulling me from the depths of a nightmare.
I wake, feeling alive once more,
falling in love all over again
with the world woven in words.

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