Roaring sky, baby clouds gather around, as construed in old text
Sod is wet; life of grapes returns back, enliven yet to be;
Bungalow is awaiting char in sunglow
Bequeathed from Babur to Ananda, unmindful dream, hilariously delusional
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Brittle brides, doves delinking winds
Delicate facets of rose, other side of mirror
Spoiling niche, this is end of “ Cruel April”
Prolonged directory of killers, dictum demurred
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The sky is Kabul isn’t always blue
Seemingly a texture of text, yet to be descended down
Love is always the synthesized ablution
Like saga tested in annihilative iteration
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Love with Dew: Typology
In the dawn, dews are having deleterious effect
Millions of cosmic spirituality is changing our consciousness
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Sleep thronged
Accumulated pains disappearing
Trauma is in somber
Fringing
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Kabuliwala
Roaring sky, baby clouds gather around, as construed in old text
Sod is wet; life of grapes returns back, enliven yet to be;
Bungalow is awaiting char in sunglow
Bequeathed from Babur to Ananda, unmindful dream, hilariously delusional
Breaks windows, pierce through eyes, make me a wanderer at bay
Snarling sky dribbling went unheeded
Rafter gained architecture of nervous system, vibration stops from existing
But inside!
My house rise high and connected up in the ecstatic void of “Nothing”
Resuming the body for gaining beauty
I don’t care who you are!
But, do your embodiment of mine____
Rains are rustic, bulimic nature, nauseating history in the making
Tantalizing my heart, the first debut of dove in morn, gone away