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  May 2018 AW Gray
Aayush Vasudeva
Raging thoughts, anger inducing
Peace disruptors, energy reducing
If you don't initiate control, your life goes astray
But if you feel and allow them to engulf your soul, it will not lead to dismay

Rage, greed, gluttony, envy
Are the weeds of the ever green tree
Of our livelihood,
But we truly only require the leaves and the wood

Happiness, contentment, humbleness,
Are the photons that disintegrate the darkness,
Its all really a state of mind, a controlled flux of neuronal flow,
That doesn't allow pessimism to further grow

Save a life, feed the poor,
Lend a helping hand, for such humans today who care for others are fewer
Our actions truly are the building blocks of our ever expanding emotions,
Believe me, this is the only remaining solution

A prerequisite for a balanced human, and a balanced globe,
We are the world's final glimmer of hope,
We are emotional living beings,
With empathy, self control and a plethora of good deeds.
AW Gray May 2018
Tried to find it at the dregs of the poison,
          Only lead to momentary pain,
Searched for it flying high as a kite,
          But that only left me bored again,
Hunted down the thin, white line,
          The euphoria quickly faded away,
                              Only in love
                              Can i feel it,
                              Yet love never
                              Finds it's way
AW Gray May 2018
You
Beside you in time,
Such a magnificent place,
We, pure perfect pair.
basic haiku
AW Gray May 2018
***
Laying Contortionists,
Bodies twisted, tangled together,
in beauty,
For in this moment,
our selfless souls are twisted,
twisted in our purity,
in our naivety,
all an act to try for transcendence,
yet it is all in vein.
All the effort in our entanglement,
a failed attempt at two souls becoming one,
We are always left alone in the end.
AW Gray May 2018
The fear strikes before,
time wasting wildly in hope of running the clock to death,
this never works,
I arrive and its time to begin,
the blade softly slices skin,
another mans hand holding hell,
warns me that i must sit still,
slice, slice, slice
the byroduct of my own existence falls,
one of many indiciators of times Passive Passage,
hits the floor
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