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My tired foot steps tend to return
everyday to a particular address
where the buildings are familiar ,
street lights illuminate after the
evening arrives.
Will you make me feel like returning
HOME once..?

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What if I say, it's in the mundane
existence of normality, I find the
secrets of life and hereafter, where
trivial truths cicerone us to illuminate
obscured paths.

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Some sort of fable characters we are.
We crafted a truth for us to believe and trailed
It with utmost fidelity, not for once querying
Is this the absolute truth? If not, who's truth is it?
And then the fear to be ordinary creeps in,
So we go on foretelling that fictitious truth.
As we are flitting back and forth, in between
Possibilities and beyond, facile and ferment,
Optimum and supremum, dynamic and metanoia.

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For now,
I'm surviving days
as parasitic to my
forgone lunatic self.

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The musings of his idiosyncratic mind
coruscates the lustre of utopian world,
Into the caliginous universe of his comrades.
A star takes birth, enough to dissipate the truth;
Later, to abandon the materialistic world,
To enter into the cosmos of spirituality,
But to justify the existence of lost and lies.
He, the dweller of Neverland
The Ethnarch of Devils
A ideal embodiment of concoction of
contradictions
He sways a kingdom, floating yet fixed,
where the sun never longs for the moon,
the lovers never have to be fighters,
the artists never don the mask of pretenders.
Where every stay stimulates a velleity
to unearth more mysteries, and
Where every escape is an entry into
the world of euphoria and effervescence.

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The sheer joy of letting
annihilated by fear to
uplift the wisp within; is the
epitome of occult tyranny
of our conscious being.

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Will dominated by indecent desires
Need impersonated as hunger
She went in that district, again,
Albeit exhausted and helpless
The roads of which chant curses
And the dark lanes limn darker stories
For the sake of finding the identity-
Which rose her to fame in those lanes;
Defamed in the other world.
Alas! The failure to become a hero
Slapped her the title of an actor.

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~ Home ~
I never owned one.

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Mind it please.
There is this trap laid for you,
It has always been so.
To make you feel you are no one
else except another sheep in this
herd.

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