There is a beauty in chaos
That seeks no order
The formless mingling of colours
The unsynchronized dance of joy
...
He observed constellations,
I was bewitched by stars.
Moon was my paramour,
He dreamt of being an astronaut.
...
Sun was overhead,
Burning all.
Her skin shone,
Through her white cotton saree,
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Magma grows more vicious;
Unseen -
Oblivious we live,
Till whispers grow to explosion,
...
Like an anklet
Hidden yet known by its sound,
We whisper into ears
Secrets locked in the treasure trove of heart.
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Empty roads
Like blank sheet of papers
Get into the car
Hold the steering wheel
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The dry dead leaves,
Attached to trees.
Counting their days,
Waiting for the final fall.
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Rage beneath every smile
Hate cements the wall of every house
Fury corrodes and burns
Green patches of love long gone
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Amidst the densest forest, in the darkest night.
Where on the forest floor the vermin creep
And in the sky only ravens fly
Lies the body of a lover
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From fake people to virtual friends,
Ugly fights with trolling replaced
The recluse circumscribed in video games.
Editing photos as we painted face,
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Midnight,
Sudden barking of dogs
Reaching its crescendo in minutes,
Then again condensed silence
...
When my dress is too short
Or the neckline too low;
When I cover little
And laugh, and talk
...
The black profile pics are gone.
The march, the protest is over
Media has vanished
Candles blown out
...
Body shaming is an art.
It requires a consummate artist,
With discerning eye,
To look past your qualities,
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12 o'clock
The irresistible call of the night,
Snoring consciences, a turbulent mind
And the temptation to amalgamate with the dark.
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My hair isn't white -
A sign of sagacity,
Which comes with age.
Far from the shores of wisdom,
...
A crow is not a nightingale
There are no odes written on him.
No one ever likes his songs,
No heart aches at his cawing.
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The Beauty Of Chaos
There is a beauty in chaos
That seeks no order
The formless mingling of colours
The unsynchronized dance of joy
The indiscreet noise when kins meet
Chatting, singing, carousing
Music in all that cacophony
Life needs chaos to add vigour to it
Reducing pain -analgesic
The beauty of chaos
Everything is sold in this world-life packed in blood bottles in the blood banks and death on scales in the fish market.
We are all heroes fighting our epic battles.Never give up.