The face of Judas!

Gift bags unwrapped,
purpose behind that is not.
Smiles came at cost,
fingers crossed, to pounce at;
red eyes, bright cuspid
I'm not a vampire!
I'm beside you,to kiss,
to kiss with the dagger.
For the betrayal I am,
I put on a face,
“The face of Judas Iscariot”

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வானம் மத்தளம் தட்ட,
மேகம் அட்சதையிட
நிச்சயம் செய்வோமா?
நெஞ்சம் குமுறுகிறது
தேன்நிலவு வேண்டாம்,
தேநீரே
நீ போதுமென்று!!!
உன் கரிய இதழ்களினால் என்னை முத்தம் இடுவாயாக!

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Life is what?
but not a cosy inn,
to party with juniper gin.
Let's not crave for medal
when you don't show the mettle.
Try not to be sunken
by the mirage that cozens you.
The phantom inside you
would carve a boat
out of your wooden heart,
drag you to a black hole journey,
To the “The fool's paradise”

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A DANCING SILHOUETTE!!!
Under the gloomy glistening moon,
who's her I'm watching?
on the browny opaque woods.

The strewn stars in her face
dazzle me so many days.
In the melancholic tunes of my heart,
you are that pleasing lyrics;
my dancing silhouette.

O, dancing silhouette!
let me cuddle you and
peck on that feeble, soft neck again.

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The night thieves!!!
Under the embers of moon
am basking, just swept the tears.
Uttered words, battered pages
Of her are all that left within me
Outside the moon,
I know you all are her stars.
O glamorous glistening stars!
I appeal you all
to conceal the secrets
Of mine and her,The moon.
as the nights kept watching us!

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When the ego is called 'The Sun' and 'Heart' is a small drop of dew; the sun may destroy the dew but still that small drop of dew can take up the huge Sun inside it in no time.

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Adjustment is
‘Rather than tearing up a stitched pant to call it fashion, you just stitch a torn pant to trousers’

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Simplicity is when you don't powder the face you see in your mirror, with overwhelming attitude ofcourse.

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The voice of other!
In the darkest of hours,he closes his lids
finds himself peeking at an alate;
fumbling around on a square tile,
and a speaking shadow-
‘ For thy colony, for you to annex,
I say no detour, follow my black tail
or the world shall see you fail.’
The dubious alate maketh so
and he sees that conquest
making a circle of black hue,
leaving four quadrants
at the corners of that square tile.
For Alate being a Dof,
it dies and it's colony does
in it's large small circle
for it's failure to juggle with
own population strength.
In the darkest of hours,he opens his lids
finds himself peeking at the shadow
lurking at his room corner.
Should he heed the voice of shadow,
“The voice of his evil other?”

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HIS FINAL NOTE.
For the sun
that scintillates,
for the moon
that shimmers;
My hunch sings,
“Tis truth and you are there!
to redeem this sinner
to let me saunter again
in the holy meadows”.
A chance that I believe so feeble
that these mundane existence
shall pass by
and this hangman's noose
shall recede, when
you write me an autograph
when you pardon me
from this death trap!
O god!
Kiss me and fly me out
from these iron bars
for one last time.

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