Category: poems

Impression on the wafer of time, with the light of practicality, and firmness of age.

Hiding beneath the shadow of the doubt under the scorching sun of reality  are my dreams…….

Waiting to be rescued someday sometime…..

Enhanced version of the word taught and embedded in my mind………

Is it true the only way to be a thoughtless mind is by accepting the world over you………

With numbness riding on my nerve a courageous step forward……..

Forces me to take two back in precaution………..

Resistance from within, resistance from outside a never-ending

debate on which words are futile.


Bleeding(maybe in love)

It is just too hard to define what i feel…….

Cold, dark and dead.

Lost in ecastasy in dark, cause here I dont have to see my face.

Not to face others, what is hard is to face myself.

Rotten, a corps in tattered, lying in the cold grave.

Sleeping. Sleeping with the craw;ers but ignoring them.

what is good, is how, they suck on me.

My blood.

What is good, is how, they feed on me.

My flesh.


Gone i want it and myself gone, toxic, perforated disgusted I am.

Is it me ? Is it me still inside ??

Entrapped am I, in inside what, I don’t know, what.

Bright and pure but dirtied. Dirtied by me and myself…………


a beautiful creation

Another morning

Another morning,

the sun rises again from the ashes of night,

once again i woke up dreaming about you.

wishing that you would be still there when i open my eyes to look upon,

as the first morning light desperately tries to get through to gently steal a kiss.

what i wish for is just another moment to linger on looking at you,

your anklet still lies on the floor, reminding me of you walking around on your toes.

quietly softly walking across as if on clouds carrying the nights secret,

as the wind like a lover plays around you whispering stories untold.

i wait patiently looking at you smiling filled with profound peace and satisfaction.

i remember waking you up every morning, moving those silken locks from your face,

kissing you and looking in your eyes, reminding me of the beautiful honeydew drops

on a rose petal waiting for the kiss of first morning sunlight.

The mornings will never be the same again…………… 

your promises

following a streak of dreams in night

i have managed to realize a thousand lies

but denying a simple truth i move on forward towards the same.

plastic origin of a thoughtless ming flickering and weak

all those promises you made me in the sweet spring

today lies under ice betrayed…………..

in my life winter walked in and it has been long but the winter stays.

lost among the morbid reality i have just one realization 

that anything true is just a second face of lie …………..

and i hope you may find what you were searching in these lines just right infront of your eyes

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