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229 · Jul 2022
New Beginning
Deep Jul 2022
Motivation is high
A trophy awaits in the end,
I'm like a child in swimming
but I know to flutter my arms and legs,
I'm certain that this won't be easy
But I'm also certain that I won't drown,
I want to live a life on
the other side of the river dearly.
Hope beginning motivation
225 · Mar 2019
Ellipses
Deep Mar 2019
Ellipses… Ellipses...
Who made you?
You have achieved fame freakishly...
You are easy to put...
And handsome to look…
Supposed to hide
irrelevant details…
Earlier only punctuation mark
you were…
now a substitute of thought…
216 · Dec 2020
Message In a Bottle
Deep Dec 2020
No one knows this joy and
Ecstasy on my face, but if I tell, will you
Hear? Like an
Anodyne you entered my life. You're the life-saving drug I need.
208 · May 2023
Your Pet
Deep May 2023
Pushed
And pulled,
patted, caressed
like a puppy
to **** time,
I lie there, waiting
to be called again,
Wagging my tail I run
hoping for some
remnants left from your plate,

The hopeless affair of a master
and a slave goes on,
Freedom scares me,
Solitude stifles me,
So, I linger in this derangement
living and loving the abuse.
207 · May 2021
Failure
Deep May 2021
Victory is resounding the dull cries,
Thousands became victim of a deranged mind,
The mighty whom people assigned power
To change the quality of life destroyed it completely,
The cries, the lament of innocents;
boys without mother, girls without father, parents losing the only light, and the only lover who loved her like she dreamt-
All are lost somewhere in the blame game.
205 · Jan 2023
Two Flowers
Deep Jan 2023
Two flowers in a vase
leading a third scent,
Aware of dryness, like
fatalists, they move headlong!
Writing this poem when both are together for five days
204 · Mar 2021
Migrants Returning
Deep Mar 2021
I was walking yesterday
I am now,
And I will be tomorrow,
Nothing has changed,
We're hopeless and starved yesterday,
We're hopeless and starving now,
Day changes, the sun changes its course
But  we move on to the same dusty road
in search of handy chores
to hear the jingle in our pockets.


The stakes were different at different times.
Earlier it was thirst and hunger,
Now is the fight against stillness,
We cannot stop.
The houses that we built
The families that lived in it
barricaded from moving ahead,
But we must move on.

The vehicles, the baton, the air, the iron,
the hands of rich and politicians equally
noosing our neck, rammed us in desperation,
As we vowed not to stop.

Our sweat and blood wicks the lamps
glowing in those homes,
We are the horses that pulled these lifeless cities,
the moon shadowed under its corruption.
But we cannot compromise,
My life depends on the walk,
And I have to walk.

We cannot stop.
We must walk.
For those who stop withers early.
203 · Oct 2022
Short Story
Deep Oct 2022
"I love you"

notification appears

"I don't love you"
notification appears again,

Story ends.
194 · Dec 2020
Love Stirred
Deep Dec 2020
The ashes are once again fired
by four years of idleness,
Yet again I want to plunge in the
Sea of madness
Knowing very well the outcome.

I'm lost, my friends! salvation is not possible now,
Tell God! I have found a person to worship on earth.
166 · May 2023
Twice decieved
Deep May 2023
Twice decieved
I pounce on my trust
in conflicting mind to tear
it apart,
I move around in my own fear
To trust you again or linger in this
madness thrusted upon me
unasked,
Life was bitter in your absence
But you made it worse with the triangle,
I'm not good in geometry neither
in maths,
I might fail
And failing is better than living in the fear of failure.
I'm deceived again, a poet deserves this I guess
165 · Dec 2020
Platonic Love
Deep Dec 2020
The moon has started missing the
face giving him company in
the lone, sad and frosty nights...
159 · Dec 2020
Tuberculosis
Deep Dec 2020
Hope is drying up
Like a Well dries after the monsoon,
Sitting in this room, alone and aloof,
I have counted the stains on the wall,
None of it is more prominent than the
One I have with me, I'm a social pariah,
like an untouchable, polluted with death;
Run, Run away from me,
I hold death in my lungs.
152 · Dec 2020
Remain single-wingle
Deep Dec 2020
Try and linger
Jingle-mingle,
But do not wait for Love
remain single-wingle,
The ping-pong of life
the zing-zong of marriage
Is an hopeless affair;

So made up your mind
If possible, make it rewind
the break-ups
you got over with hiccups,
Remain single-wingle
Zing-zong and jingle,
Remain single-wingle,
Zing-zong and jingle.
I don't know what I wrote
149 · Sep 2022
Archer
Deep Sep 2022
All eyes are fixed on a person
who isn't aware of the expectation
of these gazes,


Unmoving is she against all frenzy and noise,
And aims the eye like Arjuna, undaunted and unbridled
slackening the string at once,
the arrow moves making hole in the dictums of a thousand years,
The crowd is numb seeing her deeds which only men performed.
She
148 · Jul 2019
Night
Deep Jul 2019
Empty window remembers the forlorn
eyes that stared the moon with burning passion,

Looking old photographs, he says,
"How do lovers survive apart?"
134 · Jul 2022
That Old Site
Deep Jul 2022
The remnants of our closeness
were eaten by our egos
Like cemented pillars we were affixed
in our resolution to not move,

Memory is shedding tears now
visiting that old site where our homes were,
The debris is disturbing to the eye
the stain of blood is not visible but
the ****** of this heart was in proportion
to the hundred wars.
123 · Jan 2022
Blanks to Fill
Deep Jan 2022
If full stops.
Occur often.
They take the shape of.
Ellipsis ...

If these Ellipsis
Increase in frequency
They create a ............ to fill.

Punctuation and Life
live like twins.
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.
113 · Sep 2021
Beginning and End
Deep Sep 2021
How
Easy was the
Beginning...
How difficult
To end it in
The same
Zeal...
Kunwar Narayan - Antim Unchai
105 · Dec 2020
Speculation
Deep Dec 2020
Sadness lingers in my poems
like a lover sauntering in the lanes
of his beloved...
82 · Dec 2020
Lost and Found
Deep Dec 2020
The Muse is generous these days
or the sadness is welling up,
Who knows?
Like a tired traveller, I'm moving my
pen in hope of reaching a destination.

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