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himangshu Dec 2020
there's happiness
and there's sorrow.

there's life
and there's regret.

there's sin
and there's confession.

there's me
and there's poetry.
poetry is not an escape anymore
it's the way I live now
himangshu Nov 2020
Love!-- maker of my lady,
it is always beyond this poem
or any poem she who is a subject to;
whose body the words are afraid,
perfectly beautiful it is,
forgive these words which I have made .
it's been a year today among many more to come.
himangshu Nov 2020
Of shadows refrained, and
hypocrisy big brained;
labels the crops,
f'r these art c'rpses.
promises in caskets,
f'r these art showpieces.
oh palmy, thy palmy
strengtheneth thy soil
f'r t is in vengeance
too much of Shakespearean sonnets influences a lot
himangshu Nov 2020
are you still buying?
are you still buying
your tears and the sobs
from the movies and the tags;

are you still selling?
are you still selling
your highs and the lows
to the poems and the prose.
just a random thought.
himangshu Oct 2020
The mistakes cannot be saved now.
The memories cannot be frowned upon.
The relevance cannot be questioned.
The patience cannot be tested
The light's cannot be dimmed now,
    revolution's taking place.
The anger cannot be altered now,
    hatred is taking command.
The old mistakes that take no sin cannot be judged now.
The sinful mistakes cannot be left unpunished now.
The ministry, the directorate promise justice
like the geography books promise rain every year.
The news channels barely cover real news. Merely justice is served to the deserving. Government is influenced by media rather than facts and reality
himangshu Jul 2020
I pluck my flowers everyday
easy to wither away
the garderns' getting older
and the grass live a little longer;
the flowers' have withered away
the gardens' barren again.
lifes' a muse.
call for the bail,
the sins that i commit while i live
are only going to lead me to death.
himangshu Jun 2020
love was unknown to me,
like the girl who saw
the same piece of jewelry everyday,
as she passed the same crossroad for home
but never felt it on her skin.
for it's too costly than the mint paper
and too cheap for an open heart.
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