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Forever...

They say that change is a part of life,

Alright,

If everything were to stay the same,

Forever,

I will be bored out of life,

But there are always some things,

That I want,

For eternity,

Like my love for chocolates, maybe,

Or my stupid childish desires and wishes,

Gazing at stars all night,

Or feeling the warmth of sun,

On me, as I let my imaginations run wild,

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Programme Accepted

Our brains

Programmed

For better

Or all too often worse

What we listen to

What we watch

On television

Or the internet

With false words

False images

There was a time

Way back when

All our experiences

Conversations

Were real

Actual happenings

In our lives

Not any more

Other people’s words

Other people’s pictures

Fed directly into us

Feed...

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Mum guilt

 

Woken up Rudely by a wide awake kid 

Her iPad starts blaring , that one that you hid,

 

It’s 5 in the morning , but she wants to play,

But you’ve hardly slept, not ready for the day ,

 

You’ve been up all night , on the edge of her bed,

While she sleeps so soundly, sweet dreams in her head,

 

8 comes round it’s time to get up and go, 

But now she is ‘ tired ‘she’...

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Life, the Thrill of Infatuation

 

What you had yesterday that
I have today and what
I have today 
That must be yours tomorrow. 
We have been made
Solely to perform on stage
 In well and woe. 
Just think...
What if we were not born?
We'd not feel the 
Gentle touch of mother, 
The sweet
Fragrance of flower, 
The appearance
Of the sun,
The delectable call of fountain, 
And the taste
Of our paradisiacal earth.
 ...

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Beyond The Oasis

Trapped into the forlorn steps

Without much hope or even despair

In the middle of the desert

 

Only the skies beyond the sky

Or deserts beyond the desert

Space and eternity- mingled

 

Time has little or no value

Only day and night

Without any plurality

 

Only the singularity reigns

Over the modern history

Dictating terms and conditions

 

In th...

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The Reflections

Behind the shadows some familiar faces

Like failed hypothesis- unclassified.

Reminds me of my predecessors, their

Un holy nexus with the alchemists.

 

Every night drenched in obnoxious

Dreams before and after midnights

I try to figure out my schemes in deep

Secrets. To overrule the destiny.

 

Our reflections to exhibit our might and

The supremacy all over the histo...

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The Deceiver

after the end

before the beginning....

underneath the lies

over the pain....

with the belief

against the fact....

behind the mask

opening the veils....

in-between time

and eternity....

our sun drops the shadows of the words;

penned down by prophets and poets!

saints and leaders!

 

and singing with the chorus....

flowing with the chords;

when we decei...

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The Deep Secret

she was talking in undertone

like the old hermits of the

Buddhist Monastery

 

not to prove any algorithm

or to put forward hypothesis

of social revolution

 

she was there with her

gentle smile and her bare arms

moving like gentle breeze

 

not like the smiling  bureaucrats

shaking the cold hands

before the secret deals

 

she was looking around

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