We were stars
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Now we gather
the scattered shards
of our shattered radiance;
trying to glow
once again
And in the
eternal darkness,
we learn
to love the moon.
Stars
Tag: life
Angels and Demons
My sanity screams
as the demons inside me, rage
Bloodshot eyes, gleam
in a dark rattling cage
Oh how, the murky sinister twilight
grazes a crimson battlefield
as the angels and demons, inside
a battle loud and clear, they fight
(seen or heard by none)
Call to these angels;
defend against
those gruesome demons
Weaken them
Draw them back
Lock them up,
back in the cage
They shall not be killed
for they are a part of me;
And a part, you cannot destroy
without the whole, crumbling
My angels, close the shutter
keep them confined
They shall not be killed
but escape, shall none;
For, a monster, you cannot kill
without being one.
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Blends
- Black and white people
with red and blue hearts,
pink and orange in mind,
picture a sunrise here
and a sunset there.
And yet others,
with violet and golden
in their eyes
capture a moonlit desert.
- Dried streaks
of black and white
on this canvas of mine
Splash it with colors
when it’s moist and gray
Add some yellow
to its blues
And redness
to its pale face
Plant fresh greens
in its old brown embrace.
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Walk of awakening
Washed away
with the tides of life
Those footprints
d i s s o l v i n g
in the vast
ocean of expectations
Thoughts bubbling
like the foam
floating on waters of reason
towards the shore
of a realm unexplored
Tides raging
towards me again,
push me forward
and away from me,
my mind, it takes
to wander
in the vast ocean
My eyes are lost, but vision is found
digging those cottony clouds,
gleaming with love and light
But oh, the sands of time
have clasped my feet, so tight
I take a deep breath
The salty ocean breeze
tingles my senses
A tingling prolonged…
and I wonder if I held on,
for too long,
both inside and outside
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Chaotic waters
I’m engulfed
in a chilling facade
Tightness in chest
and burning veins;
A deceitful warmth doth flow
Icy claws of
the dark deep
brought me hither
to pull me apart;
Secrets of the dead
they whisper
My sanity
slowly withers
Hands now impatient
to grab remnants
of a decaying soul
Phantasmal waves
of anxiety
caress the lines
of my palm
to gingerly untangle
and leave them
to fade away
Two bubbles
of sweet hope
rising to the surface,
leave me behind
as I drown in thoughts;
To breathe
is to surrender
Inside me,
two people
pulling the strings;
Breathe in death
or breathe out life
A rendezvous of
gazillion sensations
inside
A cluster of bubbles
outside
as I slowly embrace
the endless gray...
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Spaces
Divine spaces
in stirring souls
Nebulae between stars
Fields between particles
Blackouts between dreams
Crackling, sparks between flames
Ascent and descent between notes
Stillness between breaths
I am somewhere between
tripping and rising
Unfathomable sigh
~Inside spaces~
Sigh unfathomable
Rising and tripping
Between somewhere am I
Breaths between stillness
Notes between descent and ascent
Flames between sparks, crackling
Dreams between blackouts
Particles between fields
Stars between nebulae
Souls stirring in
spaces divine
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In the mist
Gone are the
sharp contours
Mellowed down
are the shades
of black and brown
Grey and greyer
Darkness bright
and shady light.
In the mist of it all
I set forth on
a familiar track
unfamiliar now it seems
Never have I ever
ventured into the unknown
well-known now it seems
For new depths
am I exploring
of a spiritual realm
veiled by the
soft translucence
of earth’s moist breath
In the mist of it all
oblivion I cross
and as it d i s s o l v e d
into my cold
selfish palms
it did plant
a last vapoury kiss
Clear is it now
both within and without
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Selenophilia
Oh give me a piece
of this lustrous moon
And it’s light
will I capture
to walk through
the dark passage
of time so roguish
and uncertain
Oh, the cool
and invigorating embrace
of this piece of moon,
to this bothered soul
will soothe its
qualms about
the world,
so opinionated
yet passive
And oh,
till the last drop
will I extract,
the essence
of its sobriety
So that
in the battle
to exhibit
the plethora of
“All that glitters”,
I unveil
my sublime simplicity.
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Truth
Truth is
the unfathomable song
of the unrelenting Magpie
punctuated heavily by
the commentator
sitting in
the ever-chattering mind
and listening
to its own radio
Truth is
the salty ocean breeze
which stings
open wounds
But relieves you
of the suffocating humidity
and dampness
of foggy lies.
Truth is
the airborne oil
of petrichor
yearning to
permeate the soul
but masked by
the synthetic musk
and sweet-smelling ester
of bottled lies.
Truth is
they say,
bitter…
bitter like medicine
a rebel against
sugarcoated lies
wrapped inside,
an enticing destruction
Truth is
the sunset…
grotesque silhouettes
blending slowly
with the
darkness of dusk
left behind
a spark of light
cause’ now
you’re the candle
you’re the vision…
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Ballerina
White lights pouring
the tulle does gleam
sweaty toes and
glossy shoes,
wooden floor beneath
Hands rising,
up in the air
as graceful as they could be
and swirling the air above;
blending in
the scent of,
the sweetest of roses
And oh,
my legs do slip
like butter
on the floor
spanning like compass,
sketching a circle
on the floor
which envies my grace
Jaws drop
eyes pop
audience amazed
a maneuver
interlaced with perfection
a manifestation
of how flaws
embellish grace
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