If there is one thing I've learnt in life,
and I think you should know.

I've let go a lot, to learn.

And I've learnt a lot, to let go.

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From the ashes,
born again.
Free from pain,
and suffering.
Call me KING!
No, Kings last only
as long as sanity
kills them slowly.
Look who's having the last laugh!
Looks who's not crying anymore!
You can call me 'Joker’,
my jokes no more mediocre.
From a tragedy, to a comedy -
the trail no less bloody.

Don’t you get it?
If it were for me,
you’d all be dead!
The truth and the lies.
Perfectly blurred lines.
But then again,
you won’t get it.
The joke, perfect,
in my head.

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The same moon whose mockery,
cost him dearly.
And the other blokes on the train?
well, they asked for it,
clearly!
And then it hit me.
The jester, set free.
The music in my head,
never sounded this sweet.
Oh, the mad rush
the chaos
I can't seem to stop my feet!
Onward and upward,
none shall I spare.
Oh, you see me now?
Oh, now you care?

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"Smile!"
"Put on a happy face!"
"You're so funny!"
Oh, honey!
If only you’d make home
my lonely place,
my shrine.
Then you'd know that
all along
you were with me, in me.
All along,
you were mine.
That lonesome love
that exists,
around the same axis
that centers my moon.
The moon whose gaze,
like a perfectly still reflection,
In a blink,
would become my own!

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If writing was as easy,

Like the blinking of eye,
like a subtle kiss goodbye

Like breathing while in slumber
Or getting a stranger's number.

Like two plus two makes four,
Or the girl you most adore.

Like the hand moves round the clock,
Like there is no "writer's block".

If only it was as easy,
Then every word, I'd squeeze it
out,
And like a wizard's spell
Every day, of every poem,
To the world I'd tell.

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The ecstasy
had taken o'er
I felt no remorse,
nor sorrow sore
Of denying virtue,
that awaits at the door

Wisdom bid goodbye
At once, incandescence died
Nothing before my eye
A pitch black void

I called out to Wisdom,
He was already home
Where the doors were opened
Where he was welcome

My voice went unheard
No heed, no whim
my helpless cries reverbed
In the darkness within

Now look at my misery
my folly came with a cost
I still cry over the agony
Of the Wisdom I denied,
Of the Light I lost.

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A thousand suns may burn out,
and clouds dissolve to thin air
All of life has a purpose
Don't you drown in despair

Five fingers to hold an axe,
Or ten to play the sax
You are your master, decide!
Oh don't you laze, Oh don't you relax

These words may mean less now,
But I hope it inspires.
Keep pushing through, don't you retire
cause there still burns a fire.

Rekindle that flame,
that burning desire
To shine brighter than the day
It may not come easy, nay

But whenever you are let down,
Or in self-doubt and dismay
Remember what the wise men say -
Rome wasn't built in a day!

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Smile!


Would you get it?
That touch of impure love,
that silence after every joke?
The teary grin, that painted face
the laughter of tears,
Or that breathless choke?
A childhood of lies,
torment and abuse.
“He was always a happy child!”
Happy. Sad. I know not.
Dazed, confused,
of pain and bruise,
away from this misery
my mind sought it’s recluse.

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As cold metal traces,
It's sharp edge leaving behind a trail
As it bleeds out it's every last drop,
You bleed, on a canvas so pale
Black.
From a place cold, deep within
packed with thoughts,
of Love, Sorrow, & Doubt
And as the last blot is blot,
placing the commas, and the dots
You have cried out a river
A eulogy,
A love letter,
A sonnet, of err and like no other.

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ಐವತ್ತು,ಅರವತ್ತು,ಎಪ್ಪತ್ತು
ಬದುಕುಳಿದರೆ ಸಾಕಷ್ಟು.
ಎಂಬತ್-ತೊಂಬತ್ತರ ಮಾಗು
ಪರಮೇಶನಿಚ್ಛಿದರೆ ಸಾಗು.

ಜೀವನದ ಹೋರಾಟ
ಹೋರಾಡಿ, ವೀರನೇ
ಕಾಲ ಬಂದಾಗ ತೀರು
ಆಗಸದಾಚಿನ ಕಡಳ ಸೇರು.

ಅವಗೊಮ್ಮೆ ಹಿಂದಿರುಗಿ
ನೋಡಿನ್ನೊಂದು ಕೊನೆಯ ಬಾರಿ.
ಇದೇ,
ನೀ ನಡೆದು ಬಂದ ದಾರಿ.

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