In the dusty eve the flame of sun
The trees were moaning to have a run
The menace that made me threat
The skies craved at me not to regret
The sand witted at me and yell
To bring the heaven to the hell
The wind blowed me far
Trashy, as Love is a War..
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19 AUG 2017 AT 19:00
24 OCT 2019 AT 13:52
My 4333 Poem
My body, barren blue
i carry her
inside my womb
like a paperweight.
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23 AUG 2017 AT 20:03
B'day boy with full of joy : I am of 20 today
Death : you are 20 yrs close to me !!!-
28 SEP 2019 AT 7:59
धरती पर प्रदूषण फ़ैलाते मनुष्य ने.......
अब भी चाहा स्त्री की उर्वरकता बरकरार रहे
मिट्टी की सोंधी खुशबू से अब आती है बू
अब गंगा सी स्त्री भी कहाँ पाक छोड़ा है....-
1 JUL 2017 AT 9:43
He stinks.
Darling, even I was stinking, when I was adopted
Mom gives him a smile,hugs him. Wishes them good luck for their first baby.
*Fate smirked at their family curse*
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2 NOV 2019 AT 19:41
i wish to break
the bones of concrete and
become the summer
or perhaps a fig tree at monsoon
or may be a patch of
narcissus into late spring
my feet riddled with moss and
disarrayed patterns of iambic verses
spreading onto my arms like algae
"this isn't rhymed to your
fully grown limbs"
a passerby remonstrates #
/Poem in Caption/-
2 JUL 2017 AT 13:40
They always addressed her as "infertile",
But she was a mother to an orphan child.
She couldn't conceive due to infertility,
But they failed to perceive her infertility.-