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Deep Feb 2021
Asphyxiated
High on sleeping pills,
A human form lies in bed,
Who knows what grief snatched
the bag of life from him,
Now he sleeps like a body
conquered by death,

I knew him once, he was a jolly creature,
the life of party, the dream of every girl,
drank wine like Romeo kissing Juliet,
danced a happy dance which his moving-shaking
limbs professed the inner detention,
But one day, he vanished, making parties lifeless,
girls restless, and Wine heartbroken,
He was amid us but so far,

I wonder about my inaction,
why I never invited him in
when he daily came asking for his room key.
Deep Feb 2021
So, what? It was the call of time,
The best relations require end on best terms!
Deep Jan 2021
Come to me surreptitiously like fog comes in December night
I will hide you by the news of discontent and discomfort-
Engulf and surround you with fear of loom,
The country is going to dust now,
Master has become maniac puffing the ***** of 'Power'
deeming good into bad and bad into good,
The books affirming violence his students seek,
The guardians and protectors stand and watch
the clashes like sadists forbidden to inflict pain;

I lament the plight and plunder of my sacred home,
Hoping a dawn of summer amid chilly winter.
Deep Jan 2021
The Well of patience evaporates gradually
like water evaporates under heavy sun,
I'm the bird of the Kindergarten books
Conditioned in optimism, 
Busy in throwing pebbles of hope.

Today, tomorrow, or after morrow,
One day or the other,
It'll run dry,
But I will continue
Hopeless and dissatisfied,
Dreaming and fabricating lies to me.
Deep Jan 2021
Mind is roaming like a pariah dog
in some dusty lanes and lonely paths,
Sleeping on debris, regaling in waste and dirt.
I was its master once
But has lost the control now,
Time ahead looks bleak with
the equation reversing slowly
When I see me trembling before his bark.
Deep Jan 2021
Like certain corners of the world
without electricity
I too write you over my heart like a
child writes an alphabet on his slate
under kerosene light.
Deep Jan 2021
I'm fighting a war in my head,
Plant few armed forces there too
So that they can separate the infiltrators
crossing the mind border...
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