Mukul Ganesh Poems

O holy man
Knelt on the ground thee pray,
In sought of forgiveness and renewed faith.
Longing for miracles for from this path that thee hath stray, blinded by these whisperers of god as thy indulge in words they sayeth.
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Beyond those mounts of dismal wilderness I lay, no soul to break this quietness of solitude. Profound in my sleep I dream of our day, every kiss and every hug, I sigh with gratitude.

For those tunes and these moves will forever reside alongside me in my grave, in this forbidden trance of death as I lay. For a moment longer with ye I crave, before this reaper of death drags me away.
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In a maze of lies and sorrow I lay, bound within these confines of a dismal haze, in solitude i ponder over a soul that seems far away, whilst these wearing eyes long for an angel's allure at its gaze.

A distant soul wonders my way, whilst destiny's dexterity evokes the essence of warmth again, a voice so tranquil as time too loses heed like prey, no longer hath my thoughts wondered over those days of pain.
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In the silence of night his soul awakens into a dreamy trance, gazing into this wilderness of hope, he canters through mounts for a moment's glance, whilst his soul indulged in that nostalgic grope.

Of her love he craved shackled by his impatient soul, orphaned was he into this dismal confines of reality, lost in sought of her alluring stroll, as the essence of time questions his sanity.
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In these instances of fall, an essence of absolute divinity rattles my soul, as her allure tauntingly mocks me beyond sanity and its wall, whilst at her embrace my soul longs to be whole.

A mind patiently losing heed over this night and its odor, descended hath this soul into the quietness of a tranquil trance, whilst in visions of her angelic allure my eyes savor, as this essence of time grants me a moment's glance.
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Advancing into a realm of mystery, this soul longs for a moment longer with thee, still young to be wise it arrives at this impasse of uncertainty, pondering over love and its fee.

Immersed into this puddle of nostalgic tranquility, it lost heed of time and its demon, whilst drowning in calmness it fails to breathe the air of sanity, as the addiction of this trace grants peeks of freedom.
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At this facade of supremacy I stand in gaze, in sought of a light within darkness, braced by shackles of sanity bound am I within this dismal maze, for in that light of enlightenment shalt this soul embrace quietness.

It who hath conceived this essence of life I seek, for within its confines shalt I savor the satisfaction of my curiosity, of its grand gestures they speak, yet none intent to vouch in its validity.
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Gazing at a beauty so sublime, lost are my eyes in this whim of time, for it too hath lost its tenacity at the gaze of thee, whilst this tranquil calmness of thine smile shackles me.

Blinded am I of normality, as these eyes of mine witness divinity, amidst this darkness of night thine smile convicts me into a trance of nostalgic quietness, lost am I in hallucinations of a realm with intricate abstractness.
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Bare and naked I lay in the midst of a graving trance, amidst the ocean of quietness I recklessly advance, a soul longing to unshackle from this dismal realm of rust, lost seeking a vision of defiance of its past.

Strolling through the essence of time, as this mortal fails to heed reality and its mime, desperately in sought of answers in its death bound confines, I lay motionless pondering over life's crimes.
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To love is to die,
to live is to lie,
And happiness is to fly,
Whilst sorrow is to cry.
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