arsmitha khanna Poems

Beneath the scorched strata recline, thirsty,
Pining for, the minuscule embryonic pip'
To shoot out and reach the firmament;
For once it crop up, the verve of reprise-
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The Enigma Of Darkness...

All alone in a cal-de-sac I stand,
Gawking vacuously at the twinkling diamonds
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Silence

The secret companion of slumber,
The stealthy cohort of the carcass,
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Scrap notes! !
The joyful regret of the grey hearts,
Flood widely across the expanse;
While, there it mushrooms, the two opposites,
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Grief...
Dark the whole world seems to me,
And thoughts so grey...
Desolate sorrows upon sorrows piles,
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Promises as the count of stars,
And as dark as the den,
Stand still, like the dried scum
Over the tea glass on my table;
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Lust in the air wakes me up,
While i share the window seat with-
an outlander but of the same tongue;
Head tilted,
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Under a mask she hid,
Away from the world she loved;
Dusky was her skin,
And to her a curse it was
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Table tops being my playground,
Life to me a merry-go-round,
even fable cops playing with
Their pay strangling me to death;
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LET ME SAY....
Its breaking, my heart,
With the overflowing sorrows of mine,
I could hear its slow cracking,
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