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Musings
shapeshift
into intricate words
with a mind of their own
that fall into place
and make beautiful songs
which travel along
Continents
Consciousness
Vibrations and Waves
free as the birds
once alight,
resonate
with bodies and souls. 
Trusting the journey
is a curious adventure,
not a God complex,
a Writer is
but a facilitator,
allowing our innermost
turn into artwork,
delicate necklace
that hangs ‘round the throat.
i have dyed my hair twice
cut it off several times
my phone went from
drained to fully charged
but i still think of you
and everything
we've been through
from every heartbreak song
i listen to the radio
now, i wonder
do you ever think of me too?
Today I had the option
to continue how life is
or
take a step and change.
I didn't do anything
And it's okay
One cannot win every day.
Just a reminder don't be ******* yourself and it's okay if you didn't show up for yourself.
Tomorrow is another day, maybe another chance as well.
So caught up to embrace the evading fate,
My shaky arms got used to the warm touch of tragedy.
A new-a phone call-
a message from My Protector,
everyone yearns to be protected
loved,
missed,and live.

Days flashed into an alloy of a hut,
skins getting drier,eyes getting sharper
the tiles of my floor replace into new shapes
to give in to my wild desire.
Maybe I'm still in the wrong time,
or maybe it's my Karma, to live, and wait.
I suppose-
I shall never hear the sharp metallic ring
attached on the back door.
At dawn
I watched you
Climb into bed beside me

Half awake, I was
And half-lit was the room
From the half-lit sky
Of early morning

And the dawn shadows
Drew across you
And I caught your appearance–
Your beard and your body
Your features and gestures

Getting into bed with me.

I layed there still
As the twilight crept
Slowly over us

Astonished at you
Beside me

As dawn and morning
Cradled us both
Back to sleep
And brought us into
Another day
Together.
 Aug 2022 Swapnil Duryodhan
maria
I found him in the dim-lighting of a meadow.
His skin, his breath, his kisses
were dreams and berries to me.
Poisonous and plucked from nature's own *****,
I crushed him between my teeth,
felt his sugary rush in my mouth,
and spat him out for fear that his essence was dangerous.
Oh, poisonous berries, strip me of life,
place me in the deepest slumber,
so that I may continue to dream of this infidelity forever.
Hum
Hum.
Existence
hums with
energy.
Hums with
resonance.
Resonance
deep with
information,
meaning.
Information
generated
from the
beginning.
Programed,
full of
vibration.
Full of
possibility,
intention.
All,
baked
into the
cake.
Evolving
out,
creating
new.
Existence,
personal
existen­ce.
Folded in.
Part of
equation,
intention.
Being
around
to view.
A gift,
beyond
understanding.
I’ve wandered more wastelands
Than care to admit
For to her
Omnipresence
I couldn’t commit
Just submit
To mirages
A hajj
Without faith
In messianic
Guidance
I can’t imitate
Like a wraith
Neither living
Nor dead
I remain
But a remnant
A mendicant
Staking his claim
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