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single ray of light

a single ray of light in the dark room,

static at a particular straight line,

never moving, always staying there,

just fading when approaches the twilight,

and disappearing with onset of  night,

 

making an appearance yet once again,

as sunlight comes through a new day,

faint at first, but reclaiming its shine-

the single light ray in the dark room,

 

where there exists nothing else but

a penetrating darkness all around,

isolated away from life and living,

where the only play is that of the light,

which comes by everyday, day after day-

the single ray of light in the dark.


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disaster, hazard

the time will run out

the silence will end

the clouds would burst open

the rain would lash down

blood would flow

scars would show

the heart would be torn open

the mind would go haywire

the time will run out

disaster, hazard

the sky would fall apart

and the land would burst in flames

disaster, hazard

only pain, suffering

would linger in the end.


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Specks of dirt

Specks of dirt

appear to have frozen

on the table top

which once was a hub of activity

where I would recline everyday

to get through things

to have a life

with a daily routine

These specks of dirt

now have frozen over it

they will get engraved soon

becoming a part of it for

it no longer has me

recline over it,

getting through things

life is changed,

table top has changed

and I have, as well.


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Violet Juice

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Violet juice dripping down

seeping through the lips

gritted through the canines

down it flows to the chest

gives the pleasure at its best

the sipping of intoxicating wines

a quite shudder at the hips

the head be dazzled with a crown

the beautiful lusty juice

through the body, running loose.

P.s.- Its my own poetic form- three stanzas, rhyming scheme being ABCD/DCBA/EE.

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The few words I use everyday...

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The few words I use everyday

to describe myself

the condition I am in

fall short of

how I actually feel.

I am not very expressive, I know

but I try to express

my emotions, my feelings

my everything through the words I write

which fall short of how it feels

to be trapped within a cage

which opens up everyday and you can go out,

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I hide within a quilt…

I hide within a quilt

gazing at the ceiling

pondering over things

and finally, getting tortured

by my conflicting thoughts-

the night goes on

and I  succumb to sleep

with no dreams.

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