Another heart shatters, in silence.
The crow gazes on, with madness.
An asphyxiating hush envelopes
The impecunious 'basti';
Yet, the sky is embroidered, with blood.

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Failures.
( read the caption)

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My sleep always dominates my desire
But my heart still believes in my pen;
What naivety is this!

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Serve me desolations
In the midst of spring;
Let's test our abilities.

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Try not to lull,
Oh the pretty ladies
The crazy consternations
Hanging in the aura of a poet,
Like the scents of annihilation
Dripping from the chill of summer.
The poet-- ugly and pretentious--
Will offer you nothing
But volumes of misery
Written with some faithless reeds
Soaked in his dried up blood.

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The obscene syllables
Of your parting shots,
That you pasted
On the endodermis of my memory
Like the stinking blood of dead vultures
Haunts my peace of mind
And keeps alive
The screeching of my pen.
I would otherwise have,
A long time ago,
Broken its timorous nib.

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MAD RAVINGS

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IMMORTALITY

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A half eaten sandwich
A mug full of untouched coffee
A book with undecipherable title
Few scraps of wasted paper
A couple of HB pencils
And an empty packet of Gold Flake
Are the only peices of property
That my desk,
Sketched with misspelled words,
Can harbor.
Whenever my muse invites me
Into the lands of contemplation,
I'm forced to meet
The same old problem of choosing.
Now how helps me settle
This indecisive puzzle
Which one is deadlier
From among the two
The pandemic of Corona
Or my attempts at poetry?

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SELF PAMPERING

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