The acerbity of thy
words immured her
lasting elation;
|Dwindling her
desire to suspire,|
making her too
fragmented to
answer her own
reflection.

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My musings are my
'out of body' experience
The only reality
that sets me free

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I have caged you
in the minarets of my words
too tight, to cut loose,

Those faint memories of yours
wrapped up in the proses,
now hinges on the knob of resent,
an inevitable misdeed of mine;
And then there is a life
residing under the blanket
In this lost world of misfortunes
too small, too far
sleeping on the blank pages
and dreaming candidly
the waning love of yours,
he cries in his dreams
one tear , two tear
And a river to follow
then settles down
with his palm on the skyline
he clutches the sunlight
and spread across his wounds
on which the flower of love
once blossomed;

I had caged you
in the minarets of my words,
too loose for you to cherish
the freedom of confinement!!!

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क्या कभी सपनों के आगे,
कुछ पाया नहीं तुमने
हर जंग जीत चुके हो,
क्या कभी कुछ हारा नहीं तुमने

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▪︎ SOLITARY ▪︎

The walls converse when my hopes got blindfold,
and the light filter through the narrow broken glass.
There are no songs of joy or of lament,
but the chalice of impeccable solitude peeps.
The paramount of tyndall effect brimming ,
and the silvery moonbeam sliding.

The sparkled galaxy of infamous humanity,
in the wonderland of creation and intelligence confines.
Every moment of confinement melting down the visceral pain ,
like an alien when silence is the sole medium.
Memories sustain the sanity,
Curious mediums of paranoid boil in the blood.

My muscles ache furiously for freedom,
and the glittering anguish torment my mind.
The poignant sadness creepily paints or
at times dances to the art of loneliness.
The shadows of cloudless cold,
leaves multitude of traces with effort still.

The disturbing unfathomable reclusion haunts,
and nightmares of shrieking pain engulfs me.
The vague music of the departing senses,
and the mind drifts with the eternal numbness.
Ah! the inaudible , yet audible voices of my nothingness,
has a trail of infinite visitors daily.

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Love shatters
unseen but felt confinements of life .
But it becomes
the biggest confinement in itself
When we induce
expectations and indifference .

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I write to let myself out
but somehow it makes me
more and more
confined to myself.

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വാടിയുലർന്നതില്ല
ഇൗ നേരംവരെയെൻ
ഗന്ധമകന്നുമില്ല
പിന്നെനിൻ കൂന്തലിഴകളിൽ
തളയ്ക്കപ്പെട്ടുവെന്നു മാത്രം

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I spent first nine months in dark confinement. Darkness encourages.

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