Life's Arena Within

Life resembles a battleground.
Even if I fail to grasp the spear,
I can succumb to my injuries burdened by my fears,
Yet I remain a scintillating being in this facade.

It is the travesty of life's tragedies,
I am bound to the immemorial fallacy,
Bereft of shadows' alacrity
There lies the pristine candor.

Laughing at the stringent nature of my life,
My shadow encompasses all the hypocrites.
While the agile darkness transmigrates
From my subtle and bleak patriarchy.

In the midst of this lonely oblivion,
My shadow roars, etching deep in the dark,
For in life's shadow, I find peace,
For under life's cloak, I still breathe.

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//Museum of moments//

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Twitching tapestries of love ~
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She paints sunset on uncolored walls
and draws life out of her poetries,
she blooms daisies in backyard and
sentimental verses in memories.

She plucks pain from the moon
and germinate hope in its heart,
she gives shelter to the metaphors
and feed them through her poetic art.

You find yourself writing a monologue
on the stages of life, where her thoughts
resonate from the fragrance of her smile.

You step amidst the blank spaces and
walk on the paths of her rhymes,
where existence exist out of self worth
and decipher meaning in between her poetic lines.

Her poetries speak up
the language of many souls,
where beauty resides beneath
the curve of her smiling vows.

She is the kind of hope which
leaks out of every dawn,
where I meet her kindness
together wiping the traces of forlorn.

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~ Broken Shell ~
//A song in caption//

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//Sparks from her ink,
Will let you to touch the galaxies.
You will definitely fall in love with her verses,
Yes! she holds the magic of the universe//

Happiest Birthday to the Young Scientist!

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