She is not the evil she appears to be,
Yet what is unknown, is feared by everybody.
A girl with moon and stars on her head,
The mother of Gods, Day and Death.

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Take me away will you?
To the place where I belong,
Take me along with you,
Maybe write me a poem or a song too..

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Trust me when I say,
cloak of poesy suits everyman,
the innocent, the hurt
the guilty and the worst,
but especially the madman.

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चलते चलते दूर चली आयी हूं,
अब लौटने का वक्त हो चला है।
ज़रा..साए को ढूंढ तो लूं...
हाथ तो कस कर पकड़ा था उसका,
पर लगता है मानो अब वो रोशनी से मिल गया है।

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“I love to write poetries”.

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my tired eyes searching hopelessly for a way out of them, in them.

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Maybe love is Lucifer-made,
That's why it demands
something in return.

Something,
as valuable as the soul.

Something that
would make it
the ultimate desire
of all.

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But sometimes darling,
words matter!
Because actions are
too far away to be seen.

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As your eyes glide down my body,
I need you to know what you don't see,
The edgeless shoulders you espy,
Have lifted more sorrows than glee.
The saggy chest you lay eyes upon,
Is hiding a heart, strong and lone.
The way you laugh at my "potbelly",
It keeps on churning with insecurity.
As you now, travel down my spine,
All the way till my behind grabs your narrow mind.
Rushing down to my thighs,
You try to pull me down,
from my heights.

But know that you swine,
I am proud of what's mine.
None of your judgements define me,
I am much more than you just see.
For whenever i look myself into the mirror,
I see someone who is up above the horror,
Of putting her own self at pity,
Now knowing, that all bodies are good bodies.

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The Banished Ballads


At the cemetery of buried verses,
at night, I roam sometimes,
to feel it again,
all that's always been inside

Torn pages of my diary still lay there,
like an epitaph, on the stoned grave.

I mourn for the dead,
say a word or two
I sit there in silence,
thinking this shall pass too.

Looking up at the night sky,
with millions of burning rocks above me
I tell my own self,

Darkness is no secret to be shared,
like this sky, darkened wide,
it only multiplies at every divide...

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