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Bohemian Mar 2019
Her pixie dust that I envy
His hands were coated with it during daylights,erstwhile
Dust that turned red
Under the full moon nights
He might have undone her woven stitches
Loosen the twines and strands
One by one
With his learned needle-less hands
She seems to radiate the rainbows
That he steals and his face glows
We watch him baptized
In several shrines
While his shadow casts a merciless bovine
Enticed by the fragile
His facade thrives
Sinisters shriek
On one and another's atrocity
Eerie evaded by his enshrouded arms
Hugged in delight
Those violent eyes
Glimpse venereal walk,preying,on road side
In this city many have died.
|I am afraid more than you could envy her, you shall be frightened for her|
I wish not to discover her residual feelings unseen dumped into a pit,is your kindness just preying since the people adjacent to you seem to fade away gradually.
Why deceive ?
Bohemian Mar 2019
Ever,if we meet under the canopy of coincident
Your collars shall be on the verge
To be plucked out by me
With the 'good-girl nails' plunged into your flesh
I promise,
I'll get the red in you,out,oozed
Soon will turn you Sapphire blue
Neither your counters
Nor roughness would chase that of mine
Now then you shall be Kisna's pigment
I shall embellish a Peacock's feather on your unkempt hair design
Your hair that you've nurtured in masculine style
Torn apart and your face wet in wild wine splashed back to conscious mind
A smile for witnessing you mad at me
But anyway vengeance was mine.
Bohemian Mar 2019
Yesterday,
By the flank passing by,
I saw a clan,
With a master child,
He flew the kite higher and high,
Running errand,
With his head unpliant,
His nose at apex,
As if the zenith,
Egging were his pals.
No,
He fell not,
Just was his kite that flew away.
I wonder how different are we,
We who don't stray,
And have no time,
I never learnt how to fly,
Or to give a kite one flight.
Based on certain days
  Mar 2019 Bohemian
chitragupta
We are all misunderstood
The only thing that changed
is that I care
no more to explain myself
I'd rather remain misjudged
And far, far away.
Yesterday I would have consciously raised my voice as a result of unconsciously raising my temper - to prove to you that you're wrong in what you perceive.
Today, I just want to leave things as they are.
I just want to leave.
Bohemian Mar 2019
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If you feel free
Being wicked even,that you've turned
The acceptance may begin to vindicate the sins.
Bohemian Mar 2019
Boulder be the sights,revealing
How could thou conceal it with thy veil of words,sealing?
Bohemian Mar 2019
Amid that rain
Enchanting the moment are kept a pair of cup with tea
Alongside nice 'weather forecast' hailing
For it says not a prolonged raining
And you've plans for the evening
A novel by,maybe re-reading Pride and Prejudice
Read with a fragmented focus of your screening
Thought about it at night,part one,slightly lacked a few things.
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