Praveen Nautiyal Poems

Like A soul anchored In tempest;
Which searches shore of Eternity in sand of an Hour Glass.
Inside flows stream of unbroken monologue, telling me
there is only smoke of an extinguished hope.
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Brandishing, slashing, smashing
Thus roamed the livid
Through absurd shivers, the helm aims an evil.
Vanishing, vanquishing, waning
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Life is a beautiful flower which reeks of death;
but like withered flower every mortal sees (ignores) death.

Life, you, spiral of rotating disaster,
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A languid train,
pulling her weight.
Under tremendous strain;
coming out of smoke,
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