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 Nov 2017 Sabo
ZenithSeeker
Society
 Nov 2017 Sabo
ZenithSeeker
Society is not all bad
sometime it to something positive
by crushing dreams
avoiding intellects and siege freedoms
by giving cold shoulder
to some fellows,
by doing all wrongs
yet some stubborn souls
survive and later those fellows
find the happiness in
aromatic blend of nothingness
and that so called society
is still gloomy with everything
 Nov 2017 Sabo
ZenithSeeker
TALE
 Nov 2017 Sabo
ZenithSeeker
With questions In head
I stumbled upon
Old beaten path
Of memories
Faded cover book
One the way
Going  through  pages,
Fallen in the ditch of characters
Find ourself in  them
In the warm bright tale
Sudden,
Dark ,
covers the glow

now there
i saw life in
burning crystal ball,
That
Burnt the pages
Can’t see through it
Now  tale is crumbling
characters's are fallen
dark fog
Covers the atmosphere
can't see through it
but wait,
time
the time ,
with time
I saw
through the rain
when gloomy   sadness
leaves as blue flame
through the blurry pages  
a ray of shine
halo of hope
I saw the tale pass away
When time pass by
while THE end retain
For the mystify glow
Time peels the masks of the characters
with the
answer in their eyes
 Nov 2017 Sabo
ZenithSeeker
Thoughtless  words are the weapons  
of society ,
attacks  emotionally
Whose words only last so long,
but a toxic upshot is forever.
©harpreetk1002
 Nov 2017 Sabo
ZenithSeeker
Spirits
 Nov 2017 Sabo
ZenithSeeker
bawling eyes out
are not merely tears,
but her fights,freedom and fears
caught up in heeding evil abuse,
shove from  righteous
to astray of doubt ,
ripping her soul out
that abject brutality,
her colours seems to bleed
streaming down seeking security,
Made of entire silence
without single  beat
the symphony of women
in fire
we believe ,
Ignites
colours of her  craving soul,
And
when her smile crumbles
that ruthless realm unable to cope
and then realm ,swallow  the sun
made her  bones to bleed
in external woes ,
that deep rooted tress blooms,
in bustle of life
when the spirits of fires ,illuminates her  soul
That shrine,as bright light reborn

©harpreetk1002
On international day of elimination of violence  against women
 Nov 2017 Sabo
ZenithSeeker
Untitled
 Nov 2017 Sabo
ZenithSeeker
Isolated and aimless, seeking roots that she can’t find because of wired reasons , she doesn’t even know who she is. What’s more tragic  she feels like she is doomed in desert island wandering between cold hearted humans ?
©harpreetk1002

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