Beguiling wrongs

February 22, 2013 § 2 Comments

And its not about the grass that is being chopped apart

It is the sprinkled water over it

That adds the glitter to the murder

It makes it look so glamorous like the sunshine in the spotlight

Reflecting each face in paradise

The truth is harsh

That face is a mask

The murderous act is sweetened with the ingredients of reasons

Softening the reactions of the witnesses

And everyone is left glad and relieved by the treason.

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Visage

February 20, 2013 § Leave a comment

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I watched

Every minor detail of the face of things

How it breathe,

How it saw what it saw

I observed

Every word my problem spoke

Sweet misery

Existing in sweet nothing.

 

That face meant the world to me

But it changed expressions so quickly.

I ran as fast as I could

But didn’t seem to catch up in time

It blurred in the distance

Disappearing in the fog

 

I found myself standing on a new island

Amist masked faces

Because that face had meant the world to me

The only face which I had studied so closely

Now the face of all things seemed very strange to me

Fluctuating

Indecisive

Just like the face, which I lost in plea.

Existence

February 18, 2013 § Leave a comment

They all exist.

The ones we love.

In the air we breathe

Under the sky we walk

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They all live

So close

Walking the same streets we walked

Watching the same time stop

Wish it stopped

Washing away the anxiety

Withering away in relief

 

Lungs take in and take out air

But life is not felt

Slipping away to eternity

Mechanically going through our urgencies

 

Forgetting to remind ourselves

Of our loved ones.

They all exist.

In the air we breathe

Under the sky we walk

Eating the same food we eat.

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Deaths and Births

February 12, 2013 § 1 Comment

Cold silences I received

Snowfall for the sunshine

Now my eyes are dark in kohl

And my soul is burning bright

 

Fading in the dark

Your body’s outline

I’ll open my mouth

To not utter a word

 

Have spoken enough

Words sprung out, only to have their massive fall

 

The river shall flow on

Because the dam is broken at the edges

I don’t wish to hurt any more

Its time to stride

To find my potential

To rise above the drama

 

Ignorance received ever more

No more inhibited.

 

 

 

 

 

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