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Die Another Day
The song of regret Sung in dead silence, the reverberating music of the tribal flute. And murmurs and chores Of the still Undead All conspired to deprive him a final pray. (But) he wished not Re-live the torment And die another day. Continue reading
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What Next?
An ancient ghost as old as life. And the living craft. It is haunting nights and tormenting days, Through serious, babbling and silly ways. No. Its not your misfit soul Animating that adept flesh. It is ‘a question’ In all situations you’re thrown to share In charting your life’s Year’s, month’s or day’s affair. In… Continue reading
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Tao of Vissicitudes
It is the Tao of vicissitudes traversing each passing now, surviving the gallows of time with a birth rewarded for sin and whiling crime. Looking at days and nights Being here, being me, I see moments wrestling to woo monotony. Divinity, ashamed of banal run Time too busy for greater fun Birth is lurking for… Continue reading
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Death of a Comedian
All deaths are premature or so they say It invites shock, distrust and public inquest. It’s a death amidst traversing applause, The comedian died for a living cause. Forensics trace it to a normal ‘attack’ But some still doubt, a “moronic gaze” caught him unaware and choked his breath. Each thrilled in this act finale… Continue reading
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ways of vicissitudes
The selfish voyeur Having confessed my happiness in a cage of faith I got infected with guilt of confession. A sacred ennui of rites With all the tiring mess Yet not better Than my elemental happiness. If He is staring at my inner life From the key-hole of my door He is no better than… Continue reading