Let me navigate the resentment
in non-verbal manner, I go in myself,
dislocating the whole experience
of goodness for vulnerability
...
Let me change the contours of life,
polluted mind-set.
Spider webs have
elective sites of emotions.
...
Whole world hides
in your liquid eyes,
I need to return to my consciousness,
to change my verse.
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After lifting the fingerprints of bloodbath
a bushfire starts, engulfing contradictions,
the gulf between erosion of truth and
survivors appears widening. Tiny ants smell
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Crisp and tight, a parallel voice
of black stars talks to sky, protesting
the presence of ultimate outsider, when
everybody was a partner of collective
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Timeless,
the eyes and fractured wisdom,
the two of us, extremely prudent, suffering
the dislocation of vigilance against wrinkled sin,
...
On the blue icicles
you were colliding with orbiting electrons
naked legs on rocking chair
...
non compos mentis
my monologue,
non-believer will say, it was
insult of salt,
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Ahead of pain, we did not cry;
intimating of dreams, crowded;
stranded on issues, reaching nowhere.
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With gray wolves around,
he put the gun on the chin
and pulled the trigger.
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