Ankur Beohar

I saw in the mirror
a disheveled human cast
barely recognizable
for it was clinging onto it's past
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If 'where will I now find you? '
is the question that you have,

let me tell you:
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You've got to listen to me,

Lest, you feel afraid,
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Two worlds that I live in, both live on the shore of a sea

One, impregnated with the dreams of the rise
The other, giving me a life to surmise
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It reverberates in my conscience
the aroma of your being
Even if the distances are a few thousand kilometers
My love has not lost it's sheen
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I breathe the stale air of demise
It's the stench of death that makes me walk upright
torrid it seems to the humans alone
For beasts and me, this anathema is a state bygone.
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Why is there so much calmness in the muddled waters of sea?
Is there a storm that is brewing some distance away!
Or the waves have decided to take a little break
Before the torrential winds again make them sway
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I am waiting for something,
perhaps for the next sunrise
Or maybe for an event more enchanting
'a smile in your eyes'.
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The offspring of misplaced priorities
my life's searching for certitude
Maybe not in the established norms of the world
beneath the surface of these answers in multitudes.
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Where from would you break me?
Would you chisel me with a pen
or garnish me with the sweetness of your love
and then bake me with your wisdom in good omen
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And what unthinkable things
I do, because of my vanity
I wander berserk in the woods
In search of felicity!
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There were no promises to make
No special good-byes
but I did push away a few people off my life
who didn't find a reason enough to stand by
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What exactly do you carry
when you embark a train to leave?
A few invaluable gifts in your bag
And a heart yearning to cleave!
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This idea of existence is not my own
Swept by the sea of oblivious unknown
Guided by the stars which lay awake through the night
In the canopy of the heaven's unfathomable might
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Beyond this dawn are the others
Of which the others have got no clue
Pulsating in a rhythms of nascent rays
When the winds of sadness bid adieu
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I too am a bound spirit
Nurtured by creativity
encouraged by the hope of freedom
adorning worldly masks effortlessly.
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Yet another gentle Gnarl in my destiny
Another person's life impressed upon me
as I make way through the vacuum of my impoverished spirit
into the shining star of supernal luminosity
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An arrow from the darkness of my heart
shot in the direction of my heart
raging with fire of the fiery passion that we shared
while penning down the chronicles of our art.
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As I dive deep into this thing called love,
admiring the surprizing thing
walking besides a human who's so alive
and throwing away useless blings
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Where am I?
What place could this be,
how far away is this place
what is it's distance from my destiny!
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