The ambiguity of life
Is on display nowadays
Lurking from some corner
Wandering among the crowds
Spreading over the park grounds.

It sticks over the carpet
Where my foot lays
Looking at me with a mystic smile
Subduing the uncertainty
Outstripping the questions.

It guards everything that
Life has to offer
Powering the eyes to witness and behold
This is an old vagueness
That has reappeared
And might forever last, with
No way to disappear.

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Love is like water. You'd die without it and with excess of it, you'd die anyway!

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I want to live unconditional, creating an auspicious vagueness in them unconsciously. They would serve their soul to feed me and nourish my migrating bones with their bent head.
My life has been an occasional ride of discrimating dowry to the groom's house. The ethics they shout about are just the 'vocal-training' they do for uncultured civilization.

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Rash wasn't something, they aspired for;
But some sort of it should be known
Aspirations have options, not destiny to choose for,
so they weaved out the prettiest in it, as a clown.

Whatsoever it might be, all spaces aren't myth.
Some left behind are defacing 'emselves,
Some are glowing as the rest are being defaced.
I sometimes bow down watching it being defaced to a crypt.

One never knows how unfair it could be.
I now learn how they had learned to go through the "through and through"
Or might be the only option is to live in those mere aught
as the spaces are lost in being, what it couldn't be.

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And
Anonymity
Became
My Identity

( IAM - Credulous Persona)

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The vagueness of desires felt real when my soul merged itself with nothingness and I did not miss anything.

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What a mess of life....
They are not happy for what they desire...
Infact they are happy when we don't get what we desire....
Dulcet voices are epitome of their eagerness....
When they want to augur what's in our mind....
Sometimes happiness is in snooping into someone else life....
Just to prelude a dereliction in their life....
Is that the thing for which we act hard in life?
Dicey and vagueness gesture .........
For which...have to carry a fake smile.....
It is better to have a solitude ride....than....
Being in a company of such hypocrites...
Where you can emerge and guide what is in your insight....

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हर रोज भर भर के जहर पिए जा रहे हैं
जाने क्यों हम फिर भी जिए जा रहे हैं
 
ठंडी हवा तो आती है  खिड़कियों से
जाने क्यों हम फिर भी पर्दा लगाये जा रहे हैं

रहते हुए कहीं भी दिखाई देता जो नहीं
जाने क्यों हम उसके लिये बड़ा सा घर बनाये जा रहे हैं

रोते हैं जिस गली में बच्चे भूख के मारे
जाने क्यों उसी गली से हम उसके घर जा रहे हैं ।।

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The vagueness is so obvious that the destiny simply seems like a dream that could never be achieved.
A dream that is a beautiful illusion.

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