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  Oct 4 Akhil Bhadwal
PiLomus
The mind started to dive in nothingness,
But doubt seeps in.
I felt frightened to make this journey,
A journey to decode
the questions of right,

Confused i walk to find the virtue of rightness,
Suddenly all around me,
Inferences started to fell victim to the darkness,
Mutely emerges this moral song,
Dancing on the ridge of right and wrong,

I fear the fall on the either side,
Not that i fear the pain,
But deep down a realization remain,
The fall will widen the perspective gap,
That it claim,

Considering the cause is in other,
There will not remain a way to uncover,
To uncover what is right or wrong,

Come forth the silence of dusk
To make an effect,
Still myriad dots left disconnect,

From this onus the mind became baffled,
And the poor soul quietly maffled,
How can it be fault of mine?
When my six can easily become your nine.
  Jul 2018 Akhil Bhadwal
PiLomus
Identifying this domain, naming it life,
Thinking am I the main, just hiding in disguise,
Exploring the world gaining in size,
Singing endless stories to my side,
Working for the day when answer will become one,

Myriad possibilities are there to come,
Questioning is this the one or someone else has to hum,

The dreams becoming reality,
when life will be calling and acceptance will come.
All will fathom one and one will fathom all.
A journey will welcome a journey in rise.
One will start understanding the blunder,
And never will the veracity of a dream be in plunder,
A proliferating uncovering will arise,
And Sapiens will ask Is this world suffice?
Life is full of possibilities if you are possible.
  Jun 2018 Akhil Bhadwal
PiLomus
A thought is there,
That’s why found it,
Even the words can be perceived in myriad ways,
That’s a clue, you don’t have to comply,
This is your right, natural one to ask why,
Why authority, and these lies,
While I am here to live, you are asking me to die
Masses say change is in place, I say aye
But this metamorphosis from how to who, I ask why.
Random,but a thought.
Akhil Bhadwal Dec 2017
Sometimes its planned, sometimes its not,
most of it depends on what you think,
We don't do, they just happen

Sometimes drunk, sometimes enamorado
Just go and save yourself and give it a bunk,
We don't do, they just might happen

Sometimes sweet, sometimes not that,
and it all slid farther the Sun,
We don't do, they just happen

Sometimes I say, other times I don't
but please be back home soon hon'
I did, but they just don't happened

But yeah, that just did happen...\m/
My 1st 4-Paragraph style poem by me...\m/
Akhil Bhadwal Nov 2017
Once there were two poor souls looking for a friend,
In whom which she can confide, with whom he can have fun
He was living the moment because of her
But she was present there because of him

I was feeling and felling for you,
But you weren't able to have it,
We met many times and have some fun,
And we eat at others on the same tryst.

I was digging in deeper,
But you were barely scratching the surface,
Yes we were crying and yelling at the same time,
But still she thought, maybe, I was lying

He never understood and probably never will,
Why she looked she never will be there to be with
She kept speaking just her heart out but he wasn't clear,
Was he on a tryst? Or was it just a friendly affair
...What can I say more...about Love...
Akhil Bhadwal Jul 2017
Something immensely immoral was about to happen,
As you can distinctly smell the stench of insanity in the hills;
The skies looked so full of a sadistic passion,
Suggesting an infamy that was to go down the historicals.

As she raced through the meadows,
The girl, about 16, was seized by the 6 demons;
Who wore the skin of humans,
But were monsters on loose from the south of heavens.

They unchasted and murdered the young maiden with pure brutality,
Who might've died asking her god, just why did it all happened to her?
The poor soul is still seeking justice against the insane and wicked criminality,
From the system of law that is ****** to the very core.
Based on the infamous Indian Gudiya (name of the victim) **** and ****** case.

RIP Gudiya! May your soul be granted Salvation.

Composed in a b a b rhyme scheme.
Akhil Bhadwal Jul 2017
Drive slow, in my head
Go fast, the other voice said
He's your friend, have faith
She's just another trash, the other voice said

You're good, ringed again in my head
You stink, the other voice said
Believe in others, I learned
Despise them, the other voice said

Helping is good, good people said
People are fools, the other voice said
Is it me, or am I you?
It's your choice, the other voice said

|AB|
Good vs. Evil within you!
Follows a a b a rhyme scheme.
                                                     ...with LOVE...
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