Stigma is an enigma,
for those minds filled
with thoughts like
hot magma...

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In her resides,
Magma of words.
Her heart melts,
Emotion pressurizes
& Outbursts,
A Volcano of words
Forming poetries.
Calming & healing her
Like the crystal of
Volcano does to all.

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I feel like I'm a clot. But I don't want to subside. I want to fucking burn so deep in my feelings that I rise and erupt. I want to flow like magma. That's how I choose to get through my struggle.

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Enigma, settles down as magma,
Steadily burning inside, unsettling the restored peace,
Chaos ensues as it resurfaces and never leaves with ease.

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They tried very hard
to push her,
Suppress her back
In those limited yards!
Every single step she took
to rise and
have a look
was hindered,
and restricted
As if a useless and torn book!
They did everything
to command her desires
but they forgot,
she was the only Truth
in a mob of liars!!
How will you manage
When I'll explode?
She questioned bravely
Suppressed underneath
So much loads!!
For I am magma,
You can never control me
Go ahead and ask for solutions
From your revered thee!!
When I'll come out,
Nothing will be left behind
I am the Creator of everything
In this lively world of yours
Keep that in your mind!!
I will destroy and
Begin at the same time
The lava inside me,
Is pure enough
to commit this
Merciful crime!!

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Why fear a silent human?

-The earth has both magma and water beneath, either of which can bring calamity!

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how often have kisses been killed on our cheeks,
by serenades of secret struggles
suppressed by shrouded smiles,
gangrene giggles,
lonely laughters,
and a deepening tussle deep within.
yet we fail to feel,
that rapture is erupting slowly
like molten magmas from underneath our skins.

the universe is a candle,
and we are a fire each.
daily do we glow and burn gradually,
until we are extinguished.
so death is many things.
but one thing death is not,
is an extinguisher.
for death isn't death unless it has lived.

(Excerpts from "Death in the Living Quarters")

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