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Niranjan Sep 2020
Sleep well my child

So many ways we part the sea,
still always a bowl not free from thee.

Taverns were full
Streets were empty
Corners with rags
and lust reek of
blood and puke.

Lullaby's were heard from far up towers
Towers of guards with guns and nukes.
Their chants of stories make them doze...
Goodnight, sleep-well
if you wake up it's luck

Most men dead if       sins they've done
Most men living with praise of sins
Stories of women with lavish lives reeks of greed and lustful crime.

Along came wars of race and hood
Along came slaughter of love and care
Along came mornings with smell of blood
Along came nights of wandering souls

Sirens were heard in  
place of roosters
Lights were dim in
place of moon
Knives were used to  
part and share
Well know its used
to **** all thoughts

So, sleep-well my child the fire will rise..
Better luck next time if you are shot.
Niranjan Aug 2020
Room

Im in a room filled with books wine and music
In the corner there is  a bench where my cat sleeps in peace along side the flowers i just bought...lillies.

Through  the window i could see sunlight even when its night..
After all its always morning but barricaded by the clouds.

Theres a sewer outside the room which has a pleasant aroma cause it holds the rich peoples waste..ain't that true..?

Im in my good clothes..i smell good...i have shoes..and my arms are crossed
Still ican't stand up, i cant move..like the earth is above me..

My room is clean but not to others..
They see sand in it flesh in it rotting..degrading
After all they put me here..,in my coffin

And i'll be here in my room for the rest of the time cause above me my tombstone reads
I was there
I am here and
I will be there..
Niranjan Aug 2020
Humane
.
.
No one stood up for me...
No one stood up for me...
I overheard this and I didn't even move a muscle
Niranjan Aug 2020
Tranquil taste

Nothing was too short
not even sorrows of light and dawn or even the virtues which she still beholds..

Not many were able to see
the glimmer that made them glow..
Not many were able to hear the tales of fortune left behind.

What was she a garden of solitude or a grave of fireflies
Or imagine being a garden full of fireflies  
were stars came down and skies teased them back

Not wind nay storm
Nor flood of any kind
No cries of immortal pain
Never starve for unwanted graves
Or ever beg for blasphemy in love..

She may uphold the virtues she had
the world may think of creeps and crawls
While she may think of nothing but more
than a blissful moment of tranquil taste.
Niranjan Aug 2020
Train to

The train to the place was long
thick,hot,and locked..

Friends..,Indians..,countrymen...
People from all corners gathered in a long chain of dispensary boxcars..
waving their hands in traverse

A little girl stumbled upon the wilderness of the gang...
Laughing while taunting the gang
And crying while rejection of her taunts..

Nomadic **** the gang smoked
whilst  boxcars swept the wind along with the exhales...
the roads and the boxcars dazed...

The chain started to shrink..
those countrymen slept.., it became cool and everyone was liberal...

The train to the place was all that moved...
Niranjan Jul 2020
Made love

Its affection ,not in your beauty but in your beauty
Even when you are miles away i feel you close to my lips
Im moist even the scorch melts down the clouds within

Your lips i crave for..,
a touch, not from the fingertips but from the wet upper lip..
I'll bite them soft as you close your eyes in the essence of our kiss

I close my eyes
now not far but near as
i drift wavy in my sleep
And,
the ***** i have when i
wake up is the love thats
left within
  Jul 2020 Niranjan
Vaampyrae
We leave parts of us in the words we write
For our present selves to live and believe in
For our future selves to wonder
For our past selves to be remembered

-- Isn't that beautiful?

Writing lines like conversations
That live on as long as they're read
Never washed away from the imprints of history
The greatest things left unsaid

Reading minds from long ago
A place no one else will know
But see, in writing you get to be
Yesterday, today, tomorrow and forever

-- A legacy.
My hand aches to write.
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