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• Dawn of a Decade •

A cusp of twilight on the palms ,
a shapen atmosphere and some flickering lights,
a spectacular crepuscule lay under the shroud.
Fragile days of sojourn have honeycombed and
a memoir of prolific years have bygone with
lessons and catalogues of living. There is a
testimony kept of lament, affection and intimacy,
of metamorphosis, of childhood and growth.

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▪︎ ECSTATIC LAMENTS ▪︎

In the history of pottery, an insatiable
beauty scars the art. The blizzards that
are forged of destruction and pain fills
the lacunae of lamented, broken
crockeries in a dark closet. The marked
fissures glued with grace, mended and
simplified, a fractured beauteous kintsugi.

When the dawn breaks, laments from
tattered brick walls collapses. From the panes
of broken glass unfiltered ambroisal light
caressed the damp walls to bloom widlflowers.
The broken twigs from the garden, garner to
steal the warmth of the day-break
to seal the fissures of the soil
that whimpers .

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▪︎ DARK WOODS ▪︎

In the squirming canopy of the dank dark,
owlets' hoot reverberates the silence.
In the sanctuary of birches and
sentential pines the ebony pierced
through the retina and scrolled mundane
gloom and uncanny through the solitudes.

Cloaked in some chaos and lostness,
a forlorn brooklet burble in the dense
to renew more fear. The escaping wilderness
with mystified abyss detached from the
ethereal world , an unknown frantic
creep our veins and embody terror.

The impenetrable dark woods oscillate
deadly refuge yet pristine .
Shielding the deepest secrets , a parasitic
zephyr encompass the hollowness.
Intruders are slaughtered by deformed ugliness,
and barb wires cause impending dangers.
The dark woods imprint tales, forged
in darkness and in fragments.

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▪︎ W I N T E R I S C O M I N G ▪︎

In a hive of convoluted malaise,
cold blizzards inaugurates the world
to a delusion of semi-conscious circuit.
A circuit of savannah pulsating,
mutations of crusted cerulean sea
and textured flora and fauna fog in
a mushroom of cloak and folds.

Swirls of cryptic ice on the planet,
bleeding and barking the end of an era .
A tapestry of digression weaving in
the massive belt of the tundra ,
polar caps frozen to an exotic celsius.
As if an apocalypse ushered
in lacy snowflakes
dormant until another spring.

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# HASHTAGS #

Of late, the era is running on
neurons of hashtags ,
where emotions are cloned
and still not eradicated .
Internet storming , blazing
with none other than hashtags.
When did emotions require hashtags ?

City's flaring riots or having warfares,
when media upheavals the ambience,
hashtags come as a survivor
or perpetator. Some broken laws or
open ended tales screams hashtags in
tweets and flooded anger evokes through
yet another pandemonium
of heartless hashtags.

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• OF MONDAYS AND MEMORIES •

Like a meadow of sepia, graphic papers
absorbed squealing sundays and a
parade of mundane mondays arrived.
Walking through the marketplace ,
to reach school the melon seller
and the old faces drizzled happiness.
With exotic textures, monday memories
became doting.

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• REFLECTIONS •

Pieces of mirror lie in fragments,
The dark reflections consume the mind.
Some clouded confusions dampen the room,
Some forgotten echoes trot louder.
The reflection of a smoky scene ,
Are draped in blurry stains.

The insane veil of evil raise a devilish plot,
And there is no resurrection .
The gloomy stare of void reflecting frowns and
Bleakness of ruins.
Somewhere a falcon's heard crumbling ,
The harrowing gaze of its reflection.

Some darkened craters gasping for breath,
And paranoic reflections form ripples.
The wall drapes skew and distort,
And slender shadows reflect the panes.
Some unholy cloak the cosmos,
And a sweet darkness embrace my chaos.

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When nausea , untouchability and
disgust serves the plate and budding
blooms of torture deflower the
sweetest days of childhood or
some hands of unknown agony
and discrimination violate and
trespass , slavery reaches the
threshold. The cracked heels,
hollow sockets, chapped lips
and bruised legs reflect pain ,
untold , unheard and unattended.

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▪︎ OF MOON AND STARS ▪︎

In the thicket embers of universe,
a poetic rhyme of unfaded glitters,
whether full or crescent, cascade.
Dangling in the pearl white clouds
of an orphic night to plant a seed,
with scars and craters .
Every meteor cradles in sleep ,
and the stars gaze in awe with
the lullaby mounting up the eastern sky.

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