anurag - Hello Poetry

I sat alone, questioning and wondering. disguised a slothful i sat . days slipped, so the rain and thundering. I sat alone, questioning and wondering, is that all we made of? Lies, greed and of chouse love? of killing kinds for no reason? of black desires and of nurturing treason? I sat alone, questioning and wondering. why can't we all stand on the same bench? I sat, wondering.

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Jun 28, 2014

Jun 28, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC

anurag

Ravelled...

I sat alone, questioning and wondering. disguised a slothful i sat . days slipped, so the rain and thundering. I sat alone, questioning and wondering, is that all we made of? Lies, greed and of chouse love? of killing kinds for no reason? of black desires and of nurturing treason? I sat alone, questioning and wondering. why can't we all stand on the same bench? I sat, wondering.

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There's a story, Always one. Alone somewhere waiting. A story, In Abdul's curious eyes A story, In those doubtful goodbyes. Always one, Ravelled. Somewhere in begger's bowl, in those frightening howl.. A story, Between the parade bands. A story, Somewhere behind those Men, Gazing at no man's land. Weapons are gripped Bullets fly, Shouts become deaf And , humanity becomes numb, On those wet, dead roads, What walks in silence... is a story. Always one. Partially unseen, There stands one story.

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Jun 27, 2014

Jun 27, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC

anurag

Perception.. A story.

There's a story, Always one. Alone somewhere waiting. A story, In Abdul's curious eyes A story, In those doubtful goodbyes. Always one, Ravelled. Somewhere in begger's bowl, in those frightening howl.. A story, Between the parade bands. A story, Somewhere behind those Men, Gazing at no man's land. Weapons are gripped Bullets fly, Shouts become deaf And , humanity becomes numb, On those wet, dead roads, What walks in silence... is a story. Always one. Partially unseen, There stands one story.

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Words , What do you make of it? So saccharine So chasmic Yet So raw So excruciating. That It guzzles your heart bit by bit Words, What do you make of it When you see them caper As you see your feet in rain Or when you witness it Spanking scorn on people’s mind And forcing them to spend those sleepless night, Why so confusing are them words? Why the scent of them arouses a writer’s heart And becomes a cause or, An apocalypse. What do you make of it? When it pushes you to the apex Or drags you down to the burning fiasco And you think it Is fix Words, that makes schadenfreude Alive, Death scary And life so obsessing? The base of hopes, Wings of imagination The eyes of love A scent, of imagination A magic A poison A tower so bright Somewhere in horizon Words, So many yet so little Things to say But, words are them What do you make of it?

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Jun 22, 2014

Jun 22, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC

anurag

Words...What do you make of it?

Words , What do you make of it? So saccharine So chasmic Yet So raw So excruciating. That It guzzles your heart bit by bit Words, What do you make of it When you see them caper As you see your feet in rain Or when you witness it Spanking scorn on people’s mind And forcing them to spend those sleepless night, Why so confusing are them words? Why the scent of them arouses a writer’s heart And becomes a cause or, An apocalypse. What do you make of it? When it pushes you to the apex Or drags you down to the burning fiasco And you think it Is fix Words, that makes schadenfreude Alive, Death scary And life so obsessing? The base of hopes, Wings of imagination The eyes of love A scent, of imagination A magic A poison A tower so bright Somewhere in horizon Words, So many yet so little Things to say But, words are them What do you make of it?

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In the silence of atrocity she grieve the ache she procured on Saturday eve, oh she grieves. so kind, serene he was at first when she met him on Hamel's street. would dress pink and hairs so neat would live time with him. slowly, nicely, time edged. ''I, will marry you and save your heart with me'' he pledged!! as they lay in serenity. moon and sun and stars gazing their love the continuous curve that won't over, but then came the wind so hard, hours stunned it A Saturday eve the orange love turned into a clover. he became frenzied and fierce voices flying up and decisions pierce. her beauty turned red, swollen mouth and cut hairs, shouting stories and crying nights. oh, how the crushed dreams and horror bites. made one lass, mum, afraid and hurt. now the nights are dried. the sun ignorant. he left. Alone in a dark spot, silence silence every air and In the silence of atrocity she grieve the ache she procured on Saturday eve, oh she grieves..

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Jun 21, 2014

Jun 21, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC

anurag

...of atrocity she grieve

In the silence of atrocity she grieve the ache she procured on Saturday eve, oh she grieves. so kind, serene he was at first when she met him on Hamel's street. would dress pink and hairs so neat would live time with him. slowly, nicely, time edged. ''I, will marry you and save your heart with me'' he pledged!! as they lay in serenity. moon and sun and stars gazing their love the continuous curve that won't over, but then came the wind so hard, hours stunned it A Saturday eve the orange love turned into a clover. he became frenzied and fierce voices flying up and decisions pierce. her beauty turned red, swollen mouth and cut hairs, shouting stories and crying nights. oh, how the crushed dreams and horror bites. made one lass, mum, afraid and hurt. now the nights are dried. the sun ignorant. he left. Alone in a dark spot, silence silence every air and In the silence of atrocity she grieve the ache she procured on Saturday eve, oh she grieves..

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