The heart
is coiled between
the razor wires of
uncertain grief
and chained to the
corroded shackles
of love that knows
no language other then
unbearable pain that
penetrates deep down
to the nerves.
Which succumbed the heart
to death,
and uncoiled the wire.
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The day you opened
the doors for me
I began to peel off
your skin layer by layer
and kept scratching
until I plunged into
your pious soul
where I found the
immense treasures
of love and humility.-
Since childhood he dreamt
of loving somebody like
an infant by her mother.
never missing any chance
to secretly silently peep through
window panes just to see them
musing around.
Nothing could made him blissful
then their aroma of being around
and that simple scared gaze.
He never knew he's loving
from very distant , untill the
holy voice from the heart
reached the mouth rolled
the tongue and unzipped the lips
but before the voice could
reach the ears the air got thinner
and the pure,inocent love
he carried and rejoiced along
the years, finally halted his breath.
But the voice is still looming into
the air searching for the
yearning ears to hear.
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I write poems
to arrange, rearrange
and to find the lost
rhythm in my betrayed
words that has swollen the
tongue and shut the mouth.
And
the body seems hollow
knows no ways
to digest the
unreasonable lumps
of sadness that send uncanny
shivers down the spine.
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The stitches were fine
Until the gloomy winds
start blowing
scratching the scars
and yet again
making them bleed.
The the grief
became the sky
and tears quenched
the thirst.
Much of this life is
healing from the breaking
and then again breaking .
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When it seems too heavy
to bear your own heart,
I hope you peel off your
skin and let the pain
ooze
let the skin be torn
and wounds be open
untill the pain clots,
it may take a while
but you'll find yourself again
then you won't be looking
for the hearts that are carved
with stones and tongues
decorated with spines .
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Everytime the heart suffers
unavoidable pain
everytime it chokes the
throat, halts the breath
and rends apart the
bosom into pieces.
Everytime it pushes us
behind the rusted doors
Into dark demonic rooms
with giant walls ,fury roof
and spiny floor.
where the air smells grief,
and lungs exhale fire
where the nights are sleepless
and days restless .
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I write pain from
my broken parts
to let the healing air infuse
through the cracks.
The Paper soaked
with tears and
wounds bleed
the blood of memories.
Walls of chest tortured
into pieces with
mouth closed screams
that goes unheard .
Void of loneliness
weighing heavy with
each passing day and
piercing every single
broken scattered piece
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Do you ever wonder,
how agony and melancholic
silence can be so comforting
peaceful and even beautiful
at times that you feel the
gentle breeze touching
every wound and giving
the moments of sheer peace
And represses all the
noises of hatred .-
Unfolding
my own layers to
protect myself
from falling.
finding no soil
under feet, drowning
and drowning
Into the bottomless pit.
but helpless ,
hopeless with
empty hands
tearful eyes ,
and lumpy throat.
Yet again
the oceanic waves
are hitting the shore
and the wild heart again
Under debris .
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