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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Elevator

It sometimes happens as it does, you come running, your clock ticking of lateness as you see the elevator on the floor ready to move up. It’s where you are. ‘0’ reads it’s electronic meter, you press the button to let it stop – as if anything stops for anyone including machines. But alas! it…

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Rock in a River

Do you sometimes feel like a rock amidst the flowing waters of a big river? Each splash of water you come across tells you a new story. The river flows on it’s own as you stand there, immobile unable to chase the current as it erodes a part of you. The river has it’s own…

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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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