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fiction and poetry, Life, light, Poetry, poetry, sadness

Like a Smell

 

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He was lying down alone
watching the celestial beauties
some were burning bright
others were exhausted effigies

a wind blew by him
the petrichor smelled fresh
in a night beautiful as this
he wanted to disappear instead

like a faint whisper
more like a smell
spreading every place
where no one ever dwelt

but alas the truth
that is bitter than the wine
he gulped down the bottle in one go
and forgot every sense of time.

he woke up with a headache
lying on the same ground
dusted off his clothes again
and went happily to his town.

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Desire, fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

Don’t Go

she held my hand,
she was not in the mood today,
to let me go,
her playful eyes wanted me
as her toy for the whole day
She bought me closer
gave a peck on the cheek
and asked
“what do you want to hear all day?”
and I said
“Our hearts in silence that fills noise inside all the stars,
moon and universe devoid of love”

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fiction and poetry, Life, Poems, Poetry, poetry, Random thoughts

A Look

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A look in the mirror
into the alternate world
where dreams are devoured
to combat reality

A look in the mirror
to see the scars
and remember the journey vow
till the darkest night

A look in the mirror
and seeing fears buried dead
long ago with failures
every night

A look in the mirror
not for the heart
but for the soul
that lives and die.

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dream, fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

In a Dream

Sand Castle at the Beach

 

I once had a dream
I was lost in an Island familiar to me
I remembered the trees
I remember the ocean and waves
Even the smell of air
made me nostalgic
I saw marks on the sand
small hand prints all over the beach
the castles now burned in the sun
some washed away
I laid down and wondered
why can’t I remember this place
till I fell asleep.

I woke up in an Office with work pending
and saw a tab in the left corner
A poem half written till I dozed off
Now I remember the hand prints were prompts
and the castles were half written poems
But why no Castle Stood on the beach
Because the wave wouldn’t let it
It’s never meant to stay
for new castles to come
the old has to go
forever and ever.

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fiction and poetry, Haunting, Life, Poems, Poetry

Graveyard

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Our Mind is a Graveyard,
buried are the memories there
soul is the wandering ghost
that dig the dead memories out
some  memories are bright
that bring the early dawn
they heal the soul
but some memories rage storms
cast a dark spell
over the soul.
It’s up to us keep digging
or throw the keys
of the graveyard and
let it wander
forever.

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