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Pramod Shinde May 2015
Me counting the ticks
of darkness of horrors
and skiny demons
which arrived as nightmares

then i realise
isn't they are alike her
who is around me
since years of beingness
Pramod Shinde May 2015
Still i wonder
how darker sky
ponder showers
of sacharine rain

then go and
feel the wetness
of my
brutal past


*cheers!
Pramod Shinde May 2015
and i stuck
with
flunking luck

upon
bridging sea
and down
*fishing terk
Go on..Go upon
Pramod Shinde Apr 2015
The situtation shaken, he hampered
he destroyed , he bankrupted
he lost, he is dead, alively

Hope is there
Sunrays, Sunshines
Whirlpols
agendas
and the aims

Nothing can beat and take
the pop and genre of music
hips and hops of dances
lights and nights of a day

you have to live
and show
how one
must have to live

days might be brutal
nights might be cruel
worstness may **** you
****** the future of your wills
but don't worry
this time will go
to come true time

luck and chance
walk hand by hand
luck might have ******
but you will get another chance

that time
people might have said you
“Murderer ! Killer !”
But remember
you killed the insane
who must have to get killed

he destroyed your family
one by one
he finished you as being
step by step
you became demon from civilian
second by second



you are now in prison
your life is black
your surrounding is black
your oxygen, your carbohydrates
your **** , your blood
just black , black  and black!
but don't forget
black is also color
from where universe has began

there was nothing
still there is nothing
you born as and with nothing
you have to make a change
in everything

society , your country
needs you
let your thoughts
influence and allow
them to taste of freedom

you have to set free
your body and soul
you have to live for
them as a member
of their extended family


Post Script

They killed his and like his
thousands of other families
he fought the freedom movement
against inhumanity and demons

the thought of change
has changed everything
prison bars have never
stopped his thoughts
but *supported in building them
Pramod Shinde Apr 2015
There was nothing
still there is nothing

what all i have is
her graveyard
in my
heartlings...
Pramod Shinde Apr 2015
Step by step
one fills
pages of
the empty
fellings

chance by chance
one lives
alive
the empty
breaths

turn by turn
one comforts
the sadness
of empty
emotions

thy!
Alaas!
Emptiness
as empty
apart..

— The End —