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27 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no...
You, in those bright red boots on hard grey, I envy you. As you walk past the four-sided frame, your day is better than mine. While my feet are on this dry teal blue and white, My world is a four walled cage. My eyes- the small sheet of glass that sits by me. As you walk away with your boots on those dead grey stone, I realize, The thing that divides me and you, Is not the distance nor these walls. It's only that the air around me is heavy while the same air carries you along on gentle sweeps. That grey road is familiar to me. I believe, I walked on those not too long ago. As they say, the roads to our prisons are only too familiar. So, You, in those bright red boots on hard grey, I envy you, as i peer through the last light from these fallen timbers that leads me down to sleep.
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Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
Red boots
I hate this world with its sorrow builds And narrow is the ground To left and right my neck tilts Until my every sigh- a hound’s I hate this world with many a leaf, a shadow and a frown Cover me and shame me majestic like a Mount I hate this world with its blue skies Blank & placid, even as it pours down I dislike this place for here I am not found My mind a wandering thief, a bloodied hand & crown My heart an upturned stone lowly beyond every sound
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
I Hate
Still sky you’ve heard the cry, Heaven echoing with its drums; Sound of the drizzling in the dark, Stealthy, quavering drops so bright, Lifts my soul so high and light. The ground covered in moonlight Soft strokes of the gentle sky. The clouds cluster to bring Elysium the paradise-so nigh! Colourless light shimmer in the trees Soft spoken as she, receives life her requital, the languishing liaison. dye these strands of uncertainty, dreary drapes of misery gargoyles to love, life and eulogy a fortune to all those who live in this moment the one who hears this silent symphony, the one who witnesses this meeting when eyes are covered dark and sightless when the silent drops ushers into the vials of nature tears and the night’s sonata covering the divide where earth meets the sky, iridescent black covering our eyes when two sundry solitude entities attains unity- when all was dark.
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
When all was dark
Wish this city's smog doesn’t settle in Wish these noises don’t creep in Making my day, my mood a hectic hue Broken hearts, love affairs and office tid-bits Wish I’d peacefully for one day stand in a queue And not be bogged down by Monday morning blues But if all these scenery is taken away Would there be a city, a town or bed to lay To oust our shadowed yearnings- we have turned to the cluster and clangs. The rush, the reverberant noise, the raucous sounds, the adrenaline pumping adventures serving as a palliative to needs within us now suppressed could we for once be silent and still and ask amongst ourselves “why did we our peace ****
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:10 AM UTC
Urban blues
On these roads we walk seamless paths from one to another we do up, put on, dress up, take off Never minding our cuts and creases Till our brown veins become vain And our muddied hands reach our faces. My mother’s dress was beautiful like stars Iridescent pearls were carved, fashioned into the fabric. It was beautiful like dyed black with shimmering tints. But Now, We put up, give in, take apart and finally break out from those that dry our dreams and put us into the cup of their amber hands. I will not cry nor let my blood be your chai. Even if the orange sun so bright scales every wall The brown earth will never forget its scars until its shadows become stars.
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 10:55 AM UTC
From Shadow to Stars
Painted scrolls in my hand Painting brushes in my palm Coloured hands and coloured faces Never filled my empty spaces Took the blue from the sky Took the hazel from her eyes Lover’s dreams colour my mind Fading treasures I can’t find It’s all fading away Different strokes of blackened ash I know when you’re not here ‘Cause life turns old and grey I know when you’re not here I’m left empty with nothing to say
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
Sound of Colours