MONSTERS
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Monsters in your closet
in shadows under your bed.
What about those monsters
that lurks inside your head?

Monsters on the streets,
monster on the seats.
What about those monsters
that makes you obsolete?

Monster in your bed,
monster in your sheets.
What about that monster
that makes you incomplete?

Now there is a new monster
making of this age.
At this very juncture
is reading your page.

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The White Flowing River.

Will make my own World,
where every Man is free.
Will sketch my own sky,
where every colour breathes.

My White Flowing River,
with seventy nine and Me,
will break down your system.
Without a spill of Crimson;
PEACEFULLY.....

This Stick which I hold on,
will break all your deceit.
Without a single bruise of Soul.
Will Free my land complete.

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Rise My Flaming Jay

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And I tattooed a compass,
Deep in my flesh,
For the next one to love me
Won't leave me a mess.

For the scars of the past love
Won't be erased,
but, I have inked myself
With colours and words
That should have been said.

Will just guide myself
To the hollowed recess
Of my unstained soul and
Heart that still beats forgotten names.
For the world is not ugly,
WE, are just lost some where.

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I will go mute if you ask me,
What story of love I've lived.

I will gift you my speech,
If you ask my love as gift.

I will gift you my free will,
If you make me feel again.

If you set me free,
I will be your slave forever...

But, one thing I ask you
What is it, that you seek?

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Wish I could tell you
How much my eyes grieves
For one view of you...
Like the stolen smile
From the glossed lips
Of yours...

Wish I could feel —how my
Senses miss the feel
Of you...
Like the barefoot does,
Frost-bitten, shrivelled on
Snow blanketed slopes.

Wish I could feel home-like
As the hobo needs one...
Like a lost kid lost alone
In middle of the rush hour
On the commuters subway stop.

Wish this was... A conversation.
And not a poetry... & not a wish
And most of all, you a reality.

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Will make a stream of words,
And build a boat out of metaphors.
Winds of abstracts will push the sail.
To traverse the distance that is left,
Love our love won't fail...

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Every raindrop reminds me of you.

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•|Lost Things Come Alive|•

All things lost— tempt me now
To write, the saddest lines.
Drooping eyes, arching neck
Now tries to face the skies.
Nights have lost, true shades of dark.
The stars shivers, twinkles flawed smiles.
The world grows cold, moon goes numb.
Cloud fails, to blanket shivering lights.
Eerie silence, sadowy silhouette
Thoughts clawing, gnawing the quill.
Stalking memory, creeps on back.
Making noises, tries reasoning life.
Nights are short & words fall off .
As we stare... till dawn melts the night.
Promising self, will fight again.
We go back in dreams, to lose the fight.

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I emptied myself
completely on to you...
You never seemed to
be brimming.

Then I stopped!
You emptied out.
In that vacant soul..
I found...

A scar you held,
Leaking my love.
No matter how
much I gave.

I broke a piece
Patched that scar.
And later...
You brimmed.

From anothers love.
My gift to you...
Thank you for being.

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