Behind These Neat Mask of Mine | Poetry

Behind these neat Mask of mine, It’s a mess of a Different kind. Veins and miles Of veins all over, Carrying bloods Of all kind. Where does it reach I wonder, That begins at the center And prolongs all over. Behind these neat Mask of mine, It’s a mess of a Different kind. Should I…

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Curved, Convoluted, Confused

It’s okay to be curved, convoluted, and confused, to have the wires of your life twisted and turned as if ready to dance upon each other. Because look at the vessels the body encloses, look at them and you shall see how they twist and turn. Laid straight they could travel twice around the globe,…

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The Fall

The heavy sky laden with dark clouds- it’s weight unbearable, yet refusing to fall over the grounds as droplets of tear. When comes the next morning the wind has blown, but where do they go – really? Don’t they return till they fall over the grounds?

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Shards

They say shards are among the things that cut through your defenses rending your castles futile. Then why do we hold one in our hands in our palms so unsteady? Why are there shards all over, some that cut through earthen lines, some other through beating instruments?

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I Think of Summer

I think of summer as autumn moves away opening the doors to winter. Strong gust of November winds blow past my shell ripping apart my safe house just at the start of the cold. Summer has ended, a season gone but work still remains to be done. I’ve been lazy dancing under the sun, now…

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Space

If you were an artist and I was an object, what space would I occupy in your canvas? Would I be a fruit on the table or a shadow beneath? Or the painting inside the painting or the floor spread all across? Would you care to splash your paint and make space for me?

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