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senthil_aj
The best mornings are made up of waking up to new horizons abroad, caducity not in my thought, smell of the fresh day — as pure as petrichor; the day born as richer, ‘tis a new tune in embouchure between past and future.
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Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 11:13 PM UTC
Best mornings are made up of
Life was void. It’s she, Opened the curly braces Of my life; My heart, Imbibed the input – Stream of her smiles; The output – “<3 <3” Got into an infinite loop On the soul’s own console; Sensing the love in return, Jumped to the function – Life: The Life with various parameters – Joy, sorrow, warm, pain Passed through a switch.. That returned “Love” on every case; Life was full of snickers At the mistakes of semicolons; Making the bytes of sweet memories Giga bytes to zetta bytes; Now, the time, As good code must, Terminating with a graceful End, Kissing her, Love!
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Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 1:16 AM UTC
Life without semicolon;
For eternity, the cue that my queen does veil her in the letter Q taking me off the teacher’s dwale showed the heaven’s hue was a clear saile she lingered on as a dew till comes the pale my love for you, Q, is true Q, the angel, brought me the quill!
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Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 1:13 AM UTC
Q for Queen[LKG-‘A’]
The thickest drug, to the humanoid Takes the high from its brew An appropriate word! To woo women, to move from grief To win a freedom, to sin a death From the ***** the eternal essence To blossom the nerve bud, to twitch the bud’s soul To verse, to spell The rain can be of honey nuggets and **** pellets Was this mixed-ness right to do?! Words are to save thyself To save others O this short life, no time to leave important words unsaid Let it drip from our tongues like honey, Trip others Words, words, Words!
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Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 12:36 AM UTC
Words! Words!! Words!!!
Winds became scary, clouds became haunting, Birds clinging to nests, trees dancing as ghosts, I was ten, when I was lost, that evening What I had been cursing ere, is for what I was crying Running in road I ain’t known, alone, Torture devils methinks — are my guardian angels, realising then, Sunken in rain, doomed life — in one pass of cloud The fall, could I sever my tears and rain?! running in road, drenched, yet thirsty, My spine frore afeared, I could fall in ambuscade, The place I dispraised, that I wished to leave Was my heaven in truth, I realised then mooncalf I was, The very fabric of my bane heart, torn asunder, The darkness filling my eyes I behold, that something billowed, Dight with doit?! — not even hope, Hopeless, perhaps I might got end up with rags and pigs, It went to night, when I found a light yonder, Did I ran, or did I flied or did I jumped to, That bedlam, there was a house across a meadow, A woman, quoth she, waited until, my tears and rain stoped, The woman portaged me back to my place, Back to the arms of my guardian angel — the warmth, The clouds cleared, no more haunting, in my eyes — my guardian angels!
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Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 12:17 AM UTC
The lost kid