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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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