Poetry

Empty bowl..

  There is a bowl, with convoluted design, Its beauty is shining, and detailing is fine, It looked at me in the eye, I responded with a sigh, I was breathing, yet dead, with face smiling and heart sad, It called me and i ignored, It was ebullient, i was bored, I was proud that […]

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only cure…

  In this irksome absurd world around, I walked alone on a dusty ground, Lost in the perpetuity, From inside feeling pity, Suddenly, appeared her shining face, Sunlight was envious, of her grace, A moment of glance, and she was lost, Was she real, or my mind’s ghost, Another dusky day arrived, In ecstasy my

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