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About Time & Taste
Held accord of the strings,Searching for a mellow wing,Flying birds forget to sing. Resting on the bark of bay,Singing of the mellow day,The everlasting song hails. We know her well,We have known her not,What journey, has she went across,The skies, the cities and the sights,Under the benevolent breath of time. Dear Soul, why tither now,Now…
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Apocolypse Hanging from Eden
Apocolypse hangs from the deepest root of the most fruitful tree of Eden called the Verse. Within the verse, the branches pierce into entirely different worlds. The branch that is held on by Apocolypse leads to the world of Humans. God’s favourite* creature, humans. Apocolypse would admire the human civilization so much for the faith…
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Spiritsights
I have lost myself in the reverie called reality and I need to regain all my spiritual sense. It has been a while since I have extended the limited characters and novels that I started a year ago. Intuition was the fuel to a surreal sense, as silence would pave the way to absolute sound.…
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Stars in her Head
Listening to the cosmos is peaceful, as I crush grass that tickles my heart, as the wind whistles, and the amora of the rivers rush through the wind. Soon, the night will come alive and I will get to be with the stars, burning forever for light. In the night the colours are often hidden…
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A Letter to Love
Dear Diary, I might die with words that belong to your pages. Some pages that belong to her, hopefully, she will understand. I was born to a beautiful life. Lived like a song and hit highs that no one shall attain. The song got too loud to ignore when I asked questions about this universe…
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On the Corpse of the Cosmos
I am lost and seeking refuge. At times, at home, where everything is the same, I feel a surge of alienation. Alienation leading to the path of surreal yet complete encapsulation of illusions. I sit down, numb everything but my forehead. It takes a while to forget the trauma of my sense. Slowly, a serene…
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Music and Mania
There are verses on the floor, Born out of hunger, There are rhythms to ignore, If only the mind was younger. There are books on the table, To be hung over in the head, There are mortal affinities, To be pierced into the heart strings like a threat. Out of all distractions of life and…
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The Bodhi Tree
A daughter burned within the womb, Born beautiful, yet barely alive, Sits alone, on a tree that stood through the times, When the fire had taken over my love for the lies. I, named Amrapali, almost withered like the leaves, Had to find an aura, an ocean that could heal through its site. How beautiful,…
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6. Rumi and Numbness
I had visited the library for the first time. I thought, I had found a place to live during the day. I never wanted to return to the refuge camp. I felt alienated with the people, books are comforting. I could just close my eyes and teleport to my place. Feeling the texture of pages…
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Mira’s Darkness
Held by the symphony of the universe, She danced to the music of the rain, But the world, too rational to understand, Drove a concrete wall to her land, She blended her love into a rhyme, For the world to dance in the night, But how do they fathom darkness as their light, How do…
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