//Pride and Prejudice...

dejà-vù feelings
wet love's thirsty parasol,
raining of gramaryes only
empathy could comprehend,
folding the sour batter of
oxymoronic realities,
whilst curtained pride
undrapes its drapery;
in the creases of soul's
unframed assembly~

patterned anxiety
billows out from my
heart's chimney,
as venomous prejudices
writ into dusk's calligraphy,
spoken aloud by folks
who rarely voice
their opinions~

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~Hiemal departures~

The sound of lost love,
reverberates through
sepia-shaded longings,
their hiemal hues melting
in hushed momentums,
where mothwhispers echo
of untimely departures~

a silent syntax twixt
staying and sacrifice...

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"Divinity"

kohl-kissed,
her twin eyes brim with
wabi-sabi grace,
dreaming through the
monochromatic mask
of watercolored daydreams~

dripping divinity upon
dark-circles of cursive gloom,
she is a gossamer prayer
knitted midst
beauty's embroidery~

mapped somewhere
twixt seeing and unseeing~

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//The Haunting Ghost of Yestern...

History folds itself into
almost-pale pages,
whilst the past haunts from
yesterday's cremated coffin~

Its outlines alive with
sinister longings,
hum quiet apologies
in the graveyard of today;
as if every sin deserves to be
labelled as a mere mistake,
forgotten with the
grammar of kindness...

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//Tides through dusk...

fatigued sun descends
into the amorphous horizon,
tides curl around pebbled riverbanks,
the siloed scraps speak of a love,
graphed in shadows veiling the dusk,
probing sand-paper remnants
of the departed day...

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being a constant witness
to the funeral of humanity,
midst this mutiny of mortality,
where in the debate of
empathy versus revenge,
lies a camouflaged blindfold
of laryngeal lies,
shrouded by the spectacle
of false assurances;
weightless yet brimming
with the burden of
unholy truths...

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//lunar obituary...

uncradling calcine chaos,
caved in the cave of immortality,
latent love sung orbital obituaries,
threading its nebulous notes
in sublunar seams,
making faith and religion
both part ways...

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Hairpinned beliefs cradle faith-worn
skies in their cottony-soft palms,
singing odes to origami dreams,
of a membranous love; so stratified,
bonded to promises-deep,
ever-eternal...

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to propel the stagnant waters of mindwells,
with oars of sunscripted wisdom,
by learning that each day is but a pencil sketch;
sketched upon the yellowed pages
of our life's sketchbook

For nobody is a born-pro in life's quest;
and every falter is but an experience gained,
to be engraved upon soul-palette

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the drafted dirges
of that archived dusk,
where regret's faulty star
sifts through moonlit sieve
of psalmic promises,
letting unbirthed dawn hum
brunette refrains of
oxymoronic positivity
midst its drab silence~

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