Krunal Pandya

Bearing the burden of her greasy teen
She walks nearer to the lovely shore
Her mind weaving a satin nest of fantasy
Uncertain and lost she gazes at shells, sand and its shinny core
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There she comes worrying about her act
Drax had called up as he knows it was mistake

“You informed Bond! “ bellowed Drax
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Her skill of potion making was par excellence
Laces of her dress however were quite loose
Cumbersome were her ways of persuasion
And lonesome were the swings of her mood
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A black zone with nobody to dwell
Something sleeping, not quite well
The bright sun of knowledge never rises there
A shying support of lies always lurk somewhere
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Upon the table of extreme exaggeration, Mashanka stands tall
Shivering, biting the pink lips of her own
Perhaps the circus of her tender age or a focus of her unique mind
She senses love beyond the strengths of lovers of any best kind
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“You ruined me! “– bellowed him
She was on a sofa with a magazine in her hands
Erected she her back with a surprise on her face
He ran almost like a rat in jeans
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Not here, may be there,
I hoped, then hopped; still incorrect,
Died
In a hope
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He attained nirvana
With the sudden opening of his parachute
Bright air rushed, heart unfold
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Heartbreak and a computer
She was there so near
Motionless lips and dry thighs
Altered beyond the attractions of the eyes
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The melancholy of mood is always a pain;
Poverty, separation, humiliation and no gain.
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He jumps when I sit
He sits when I jump
He sings when I sleep
He cries when I sing
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A sink of magnanimous impurity
So imprudent, vast, turbid dignity

Inside the cocktail of water, problem and frustration
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Why do my lucid eyes survey
You vastitude through the window of my mind?

Why do every end seems so incomplete and futile
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Right below the supersonic boom of flying aircrafts
Lies a motionless water lily,
A steady, white, tranquil stability,
Floating over the breathing pond of life
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