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Saikatche
Saikatche
23/M/kolkata Abide bibliophile, boxing, love fine arts
The long inhale above your diaphragm and the sense of oneness within you, with the harmony of your breath you will find poetry inside you. from the lush green meadows to forged hands of peasants the clumsy clouds above the hills made poetry for you. where you perceptive enough mate when the nightingale sang, when the daffodils bloomed, with the sound of a brook, all got lost within you.
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC
Poetry?
what is love? is it the gentle breeze, upon the spring leaves or is it the brute force that moves your inert mountains. what is love? is it the milk of your mother's breast that flows like nectar through child's throat or is it the very flesh upon which two soul feasts. what is love? is it the very compassion that finds expression through words or is it the love of mother earth for her sentinent beings. love is boundless for the sweetness of flowers, the sensation of your lovers' touch the enigma of the very sun and moon.
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Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
love!!
Comrades of tomorrow, the battle cries are lost in oblivion, the rusted riffle got swept in mud, the manifesto is lost and forgotten, for the guerilla, lord comes thy way. the wounds of love and revolution. Thy Latin America to every generation, the lord is resurrected from the holy grave, Thy Christ is lost and mine got awaken. The baptism of truth and revolution will engulf every soul of this generation. The lost revelation and the prophet of truth "CHE" our brother in arms we stood.
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Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 7:24 AM UTC
comandante
Have you seen sunkissed oceans? stretched till eternity, pacific yet turbulent, destined to touch the shore. Have you seen a girl? carefree and wayfarer, breaking the norms with harsh blows, creeping through parochial minds. Have you seen a girl? aspires to be the ocean, her sunkissed hairs are like jet streams, messed-up but knows where to flow. Yes, I have met a girl, vast than the ocean, turbulent yet pacific, smeared with sunkissed soul.
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 3:50 AM UTC
Jetstreams
Thousand have gone to the distant land. The land of joy, peace and harmony. Real might they seem like an oasis in the sand, forever they brought fear and agony. You might have faced a wanderer, easing his nerve and mounting a horse. Navigating his path for an uncanny land, together they might seem strong and bold. The sands of time have taken its toll. The joy of thrill has served the voracious soul, now it searches for solitude and bliss, As the vagrants were not alone.
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
Thousand Vagrants
Born on a windy day, Beauty was personified. I have seen a frown on my father's forehead and a lightning glimmer in my mother's eye. She says I was seraphic and divine like a tree in the garden of eve. I looked at myself like an enchantress with all the beauty passing by. Those eyes on the corner street made me hollow and gloomy as I paced upon my mortal feet hoping to get away from the devil's sight. Drenched in blood, I screamed in pain and agony for the enchantress is gone with beauty left alone, as the windy day just went by.
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
Enchantress
The hounds of the graveyard are restless, as the path of the cemetery looks treacherous. The crosses of the grave stood tall, as I walk among the dead tulips call. The darkness resembles a long melancholy. The bottle of whisky seems familiar to me, as I step down from the stairs of the cemetery. The fallen tulip meant nothing to me. I remember my long lost past, as the pensive sadness shackles my heart. Now the meadows are all strange to me, as we both walk now on fallen tulips call.
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
Tulips
A mannequin of flesh and bone, half with you and half have gone. you praised me as your autumn moon, a token of gratitude from next trade deal. We went to the hotel balustrade, thee spoke about your drenched past, gloomy and hollow they seem to me, thy life resembles a lost symphony. You feasted upon my breath and soul, I lay torpid with only flesh to hold, for the autumn clouds have cleared the sky. The moon shines fully in the autumn night.
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
Grande Horizontale