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Oh my Lovewhen I'm burning near the ghats of ganga, / when my ribs collapse into prayer / and my heart starts
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Jan 4
Thoughtand sometimes I wonder / must meaning always be carved / from ache and aftermath? / or can a poem ri
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Oct 16, 2025
your eyesThey could sip the stars like wine, / share silver secrets with moon, / and fold the night sky benea
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Jul 1, 2025
Writing is like Praying...For me, / Writing is like praying / in the middle of a tragedy. / When the world has cracked upon. /
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Jun 7, 2025
StarlightYou stand where the night devours itself, / drowned in the sickly glow of dying stars. / The air doe
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May 2, 2025
dead poetI sold my freedom to poetry / and never looked back. / let ink carve oaths, / oaths of lament, agony
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Feb 8, 2025
I wasn't born a poetI wasn't born a poet, the poet in me was born after you arrived.
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Dec 9, 2024
MasterpieceIf a poet fills his wounds with poetry, will his body become a masterpiece?
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Sep 4, 2024
fallen leavesTrees never cry for the fallen leaves, / they always welcome the new one .
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May 29, 2024
In Her RadianceIn the cascade of light, she flows like a stream, / While I, with an old thirst, in her beauty gleam
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Apr 13, 2024
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