Poetry

Look down.

    I might face the charges of blasphemy But I never understood heaven and hell They say heaven is beautiful and glorious But what do they mean by beauty? Isn’t beauty a material desire? A desire which may manifest into the roots of hell They also say that heaven will have lots of food […]

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Devil.

    I looked for you in the munificence around In the summery afternoons and chilly nights I tried to find you in the halcyon days that passed But you were in hiding, very clever you are. I got robbed two days before by a man I thought I will catch you this time Inside

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Texture.

    A texture reaching infinity Walking in all directions Carries people Living and dead Happy and sad The stars are rolling As if balls rolling on satin Life is only ephemeral It perceives the texture in units of time There are some moments though These moments throw you on the texture You roll along

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5 YEARS OLD…

    When I was 5 years old I used to watch birds fly Flapping their wings And producing dulcet tones I used to inhale the fragrant air There was some mystery around I saw people walking and not rushing Meeting each other and discussing A sense of wonder was there in all eyes There

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