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"Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked, Money don't grow on trees."

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Red

Bent on protecting, held in the hands Of the warriors whose hearts are made From the same steel, the swords may play On the battleground that we have painted So red with fear.

Questioning the need, the worth, the outcome Of the battle he is pulled into, the warrior Prays for the consequence to be in favour As he stands on the soil that we painted So red with doubt.

Stretch your hand towards the…

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Dear Ragnarok

Dear Ragnarok, Been quite a while since you heedlessly went Away from your then home after our dissent. It is often that I terribly miss you, I confess. I cannot send you a letter, I have no address.

Dear Ragnarok, Been a long time since you cruelly left Today we, at home, suffer from the theft. At the ludo board, we are now only three Because you wanted to live a life very free.

Dear Ragnarok, Be…

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Back To Sky

I wish that the sky would adore The hopeless ground once again. The heaven’s waters may flow through All these grieving rivers of the earth, And while washing away the arrogance, Ignorance, cultivate a thousand flowery eyes On this world to admire the blue above; The burning afternoon may end when The sordid sun takes its leave and goes Behind the clouds to make it easier for the Soil to watch who…

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Blue

The consistency of monochrome Wouldn’t be as bad as you’d think, If everything around us is blue, very blue. I’ve been seeing it everywhere; I’m blue, But I don’t know about you.

The nameless wild, brave flowers Blooming on our central sidewalk; The hearts that cannot bring themselves To contain their song of joy anymore; The vast sea when it locks its eyes On the fresh, flamboyant spring sky; The…

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Light

In the stars that you count, In the sea that shows the moon, In your eyes that mirror the world, Light falls, light shines, light reflects.

At the onset of the dark time to fight, At the end of that tunnel to run through, At the beginning of the warm summer of life, Light weeps, light exists, light brightens.

Through the water, to the bottom of the river, Through the flickering lamp in a dark…

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Nap

At the end, please clap.

This afternoon too, I fall on my bed. The sun was up, but the sky was red.

A nap from calamity, a nap for some vanity. A nap to forget, a nap to remember. A nap from life, a nap for death.

I should be up for dinner but I dislike bread. Things have been too much for my head.

I like to nap.

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Childhood

Without any worry about What the next day will be; Without thinking if the future Will be kind enough to them; Away from the fragile world that Is crushed and is ready to crumple; The children have their own dreams.

They run with empty bottles and Try to trap the bluest sky in it which Wears a happy rainbow everyday. They can sit down and pray for the sun To not rise the next day, because They…

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Heating

We planted beautiful sunflowers Outside our summer house. Yellow, yellow like the slightly less Beautiful yellow school buses. Waking up every morning, to idolize The burning sun. Oh, it burns more Than ever before. We wonder why?

How can we let the wretched mice eat Our beautiful sunflowers? We cut down That old tree and make a wooden fence. To sit outside and admire them, we cut Down another…

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Picnic

For our trip to the nearby river, We can fake ourselves a fever And skip a day of school together.

Let us play on the slide, the swing, And the see-saw, as I happily sing Your favourite song about spring.

You and I can chase a pretty butterfly While the sun and moon are friendly In the brilliantly blue evening sky.

Oh, let’s be here until it is nine. On the green grass, we can recline And…

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आना-जाना

लेकिन चाँद में कभी बदलाव आता कहाँ है! वह तो अपनी रौशनी से रिश्ता तोड़कर छुप जाता है और हमे पराया कर चलता है। धीरे-धीरे घटटा है, और फ़िर एक दिन आँखो से ओझल हो जाता है। अमावस का अंधेरा हमें सोने नहीं देता लेकिन हम खुद को समझाने की कोशिश करते हैं कि जब कल सूरज निकलेगा ही तो चाँद की याद क्यों आए? शायद चाँद को भी हमसे उतना ही लगाव है? अगले दिन से वह हमें छुप-छुपकर देखता है और वैसे ही धीरे-धीरे वह हमारे…

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Stasis

Ensnared in an open but suffocating room That’s the way it goes these days. I like it better here in the doom Than on the sunny trodden ways. I will avoid going out for any stroll, I’ve been trying to save my soul.

Turn around if you wish to leave, I’ll sit here, please go without me. I have some things in my head to weave, And no, I don’t wish to gaze at the sea. Your face, too, will be blurry. I…

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Vale

Goodbye, my dream. I’ll live in the materiality.

Cautiously wrapping myself In the little luxuries again, I’ll lock my heart in the same chest While you pinch on it.

Goodbye, my disquiet. I’ll make peace.

Let me quietly cover the star That shone in the midnight. The greedy child attempted to own the blue sky again.

Goodbye, my sun. I’ll survive in the night.

Weeping for the last time, I place a…

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Drowning

I lower my head into the basin and hope that it doesn’t hit the marble. My luck, it didn’t. My hand reaches for the faucet and I turn it on. There is an efflux of water, as expected. I let it fall on my head. It felt like drowning. Well, not really, but I don’t know how to describe it in a better manner, at least not right now. I like to say that I felt like I was drowning.

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Plasma

Bleeding, And the sea prepares to sink The ship.

Ebbing, And they begin to thrive off The influx.

Coagulating, And the mirage was locked away from The voyager.

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Fatuous

Everyone picked flowers for someone they loved. You stood there too, with two cold hands. Everyone laughed loudly as to hear the happiness. You were there too, having your own blues.

I slightly disliked some of the things about you, Had you always been this quiet? I wished to pick up the butterfly that was on your shoulder, But I did not want you to flinch at my touch.

I see everyone off, they…

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Manic

If you tell me that you want a star, I would dig up all of this earth, Finding one for you.

If you tell me that you miss the fields, I would tear out a piece of this night sky, And tape it to your ceiling.

There is a fear, Of not being able to fulfill your wish, And it is calling my heart its home.

I could take it if you turned into a stone, But please do not melt away.

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Abstracted

Leaning against a bridge railing; staring at the sky full of stars; somehow seeing someone’s face in the stars, and then smiling thinking of that certain person. That would be a first-rate feeling. However, it was daytime. Only insanely stupid people stare into the sun, and I, obviously, am not insanely stupid. Even if it was night, I don’t know if there is a face that I’d see. Not like there are…

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