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Narnia’s Cold Heart (Enceladus)
Narnia is the name of the allusive beautiful woman who never got to travel out of her own body. Beethoven held the violin and extracted so much, but somehow there were times that even the finest music could not hold her universe intact. The night is approaching and my ship shall crash the moon anytime.…
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To Finities and Funny Things
Dear Death, Right now, it is 2:03 AM and I just felt like telling you a few things. I mean, I wonder if people ever tell you things about life. People live a little fast, sleep too much, dream a little less of you and well, life is more about ignorance and happiness. You see,…
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The Eternal Verse
Souls dwelling in the sun, Their cries bleeding into crevices Immortality imprisoned with love, Surfing and drifting with flares while they sleep. In the sleep of pain to forget the night, They dream of the Earth, the allusive lies, A planet where they can live in bodies, Not the celestial fire, but the creative desire.…
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What is my Name?
“What is it, Sagar?” “I don’t know really know, one of those waves of thoughts that are not meant to be expressed.” “Confess, in verse or vibrations that shall end up in the space once exhibited from the mouth.” “Alright, I will speak it out then.” “One day near the lake, I thought to myself…
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Into the Sea of Trees (Part-2)
Laying on the bed, Blood Rushing into the head, Hitting corners to fall asleep, Waking up from dreams in certainties. Slowly, the wooden finish of the wall is dying, It will come alive with branches catching hold of my lies, For me, this place is home, when its rooted in my mind, Darkroom, dwelling green…
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Quasar & Love
I am an astronaut, writing something after forty years, or maybe one, I can’t calculate. And I need to write this down, to confess what has happened to me, to hold on to my crisis. I was in love, and we were lost in the stars together, literally. I don’t know about her, don’t need…
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The Stars on her Black Dress
Almost a decade and there she hides, Underneath the open skies. Cognition failed to read her eyes, When she glared upon the flawless night. Another decade further drags of space elongating with time, And there she hides, underneath the smoke in the skies, The stars, she adored had locked their doors, No cognition could…
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Let ‘x’ Be the Human Mind
Let ‘x’ be a variable, A variable, trying to find a constant coordinate, Which plane where it may lie upon? Is a question it trembles to undertake. Let ‘x’ be named Satan, Subhi or Lakshay, The former name blinded by the values of his freedom, Subhi, a variable wondering where to land with its creative…
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One Last Scream (Chester Bennington Persona Poem)
I hear more than my voice in those songs, Somewhere, in between the screams, A symphony would come to life and sing along. I would stop, and wait for the wind to hit me, But without the screams, I was alone, So, I kept screaming till the verses came to live, And heal the scars…
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8. The Violin Play
“Hey, Alex. I guess I am sick. It is time to wake up.” I could only feel the febrile decay of my strength. My body was warm to its core, the brittle memories from the weird dream added to the problem. ” I had a weird dream. Fever dream, I suppose..”. “Good Morning, take an…
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