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Death, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Life, Poems, poetry

Numbers and Desolation

We all have been there,
alone and desolated.

With a mutual disregard
even for the infinite tones of the sea.

Counting the uneven days,
when a bowl of unexplainable rage
was refrigerated within the spaces
between the soul and darkness.

The numbers kept us hanging.

The fat man and the little boy,
slipped past some fucking numbers,
leaving behind annihilated dreams
sublimating to the zenith of a nuclear cloud.

The beginning of a countdown
is the recipe for your destruction.

tick-tock, tick-tock
do you feel it?

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Death, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Imagine, Poems, Poetry

The Reaper Dies Slowly

An abandoned house,
with the chronicles of death painted on the walls.

In the shadows of its doom, the Reaper lurks
and watches over with merciless eyes.

Waiting for the Omnipresent,
to whisper a name,
for he shall devour the soul,
without a question.

Everything that he touches,
transcends from space and time,
to the spaces between the space.

He has never loved a flower
or held a newborn,
he has never cried or even laughed
and now he is dying slowly.

Of all the lives he has taken,
the Reaper is now slowly dying out of life,
and I cannot say
whether It is painful
or whether is beautiful,
but it is sad.

It should be.

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beauty, dream, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, poetry

Beauty

The Mirrors and the Reflections,
this fresh breeze and the sunlight,
these inanimate realities
and their oxymoronic existence
amazes the child within me.

I am not a painter,
I am just a man
with a taste for colors.

I delve into them,
till the hues whisper words
that fly like butterflies.

I am not a lepidopterist(butterfly scientist)
I am just a man
with a thirst for writing.

I collect and nurture them,
till they look like a beautiful painting
made out of unseen words.

I am not a poet,
I am just a man,
with a love for beauty.

I just let the beauty flow,
like the never-ending seas
for purposes unknown.

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Colorful Lights

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eyes, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

Poetic Illusion

Lightness descends
in my head

as a brief vision of yours
reincarnate within me

you were not just a beauty
last night,
you were a poetic illusion

an art made of small verses,
brewing sinful temptations

and I read you very slowly
like one of my own written creations.

for I have been a starving reader
all my life

and you were finally
an end to my starvation.

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