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Ankush 7d
Green puddle
Grey sky
blue bulb
Pink tv
Black leaf

Is all I can see from my roof.
If i wonder deep inside from my slumber
Ankush Jul 20
seven thousand words
I speak each day
while my head
tells me — say less

so I stay unstressed

nine thousand words
wait in my breath
and I
will still be fresh.
each day same day
words swallowed back
unexpressed.
Ankush Jul 15
Why a poem ?
This,
Yes this is *******

I force my face to curve
Yes , this is totally *******.

A don't give a **** face ?
Yes,That's why I can't pose,
Astheticism
Is not my **** blood,
Yeah i can fake a smile though

I had never a steering in my hand,
Now I have it
I can direct it to literally anywhere

And yes , I don't know why I kept moving

I have seen thousands of sceneries through this
Window,
Now I really decided to stop on this

Now when I stepped on the surface,
I lost the **** steering

Now someone else has it,
Another steering same purpose

And hey that's totally ******* too,

I have my legs so I can walk
Steps more,
But i will not and can't follow the car though,

The car was **** nice,
Ac inbuilt, soundproof glass
Feeling like on castle,
Looking down on one's who's
On **** bycycle
And one's who on his feet

They are **** ******* ******* too,
But all there is wanted to make a stop

Each stop is just is exaggerated
Now or then doesn't matters

Everyone will lost their **** steering.

This ,
This is
Not poem on sheet
Just pure *******.

And yeah now I am the scenery
Either I wait for the
The person who drives
Or just walk few more steps

Either way it depends on kind of glass
The person wears
Red or green
Cause the traffic light is absolute white
Completely neutral

The light has a button too,
to change accordingly

But as the scenery is
The light is absolute ******* too.
Written on a day when nothing made sense — not even sense itself.
Ankush Jul 13
No one hears a word they say
Has the memory gone? Are you feelin′ numb?
Not a word they say
But a voiceless crowd isn't backin′ down
When the air turns red
With a loaded hesitation
Can you say my name?
Has the memory gone? Are you feelin' numb?
Have we all become invisible?
as the talking goes its a one way flow
Ankush Jul 13
fortnight has ended or two
it wasn't long for me
but I want to miss you

Days ended and i wanted to think about you
days ended when i thought
I'd write about you

evanescently-
for me.
(patiently my ruthless calm
and so-my evicted excitement)

almost as i have forgotten your touch-
those rough hands you had..
i almost freeze holding them-
to steal the texture forever.

what happened to me?
why couldn't i dream of your face?
i thought i would grieve for you

so why...
days ended and i cant remember you
i thought it would hurt me?
but all i feel is spent and spilled
and now i feel so tired

and i cannot write...
but i still want to write for you.
Ankush Jun 28
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her Roman nose
And her Walkman started to melt

Bigmouth
Bigmouth
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place with the human race~
Pure blessing to my ears !!
Ankush Jun 20
Circle CirCle  
          
          In

Circle circle

(At the centre Centre
The Centre Centre )

No at the FoCus
At FoCus
focus focus

.......

Or at the fence
Yes maybe

The fence
The fence
Fence maybe at it


No at the corner
Yes Corner -
The corner

The corner ?
The Corner


Where ?
.....
Can't find
Can't find
Can't find
Can't find
Can't find
Can't find

Where is it ?

Can't find
Can't find
Can't find
Can't find
Can't find
Can't find

Maybe

In
Circle CirCle

       And

Circle CirCle


Yes where is it
Where is he
Where is me
Where am I
Why I am here

Why why
Why

At the centre
Why am In a ..
Ps:- the end goes back to first as a loop as a circle and
The circle has no corners that's why it's nowhere to be found
That's why it's so much emphasized ...
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