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The words are magical Mysterious too They entice us into A world of fantasy Lure us with their curves And ****** us to play romantic games I was not the exceptional I was too entangled in it's web Craved to write love, Lust, beauty and people Which fade away as clock ticks They transformed my words into fictional Took me away from this natural world I was flying in it's beauties I was touching it's indelible curves And went deep inside it's private parts I fell from that sky on a starry night Like a star that laminates more Hit to the grounds of reality The fragile fantasies were shattered Made me alone in my story The reality is bitter unlike the fantasy It bites my bones, eats my head Burns my soul and torments my heart To write what is true Despite of being ugly and ***** As I walk along the pavements My heart is loaded with misery The agony it has brought is completely a mystery All I realized, The writers whom I read were impotent to write this pain down Dustbins are screaming for mothers Pavements are starving for food Brothel houses are moaning for their souls Preachers are filling hatred Politicians are serving agony I want to weep I want to write I want to bleed
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
New Writer
The words are magical Mysterious too They entice us into A world of fantasy Lure us with their curves And ****** us to play romantic games I was not the exceptional I was too entangled in it's web Craved to write love, Lust, beauty and people Which fade away as clock ticks They transformed my words into fictional Took me away from this natural world I was flying in it's beauties I was touching it's indelible curves And went deep inside it's private parts I fell from that sky on a starry night Like a star that laminates more Hit to the grounds of reality The fragile fantasies were shattered Made me alone in my story The reality is bitter unlike the fantasy It bites my bones, eats my head Burns my soul and torments my heart To write what is true Despite of being ugly and ***** As I walk along the pavements My heart is loaded with misery The agony it has brought is completely a mystery All I realized, The writers whom I read were impotent to write this pain down Dustbins are screaming for mothers Pavements are starving for food Brothel houses are moaning for their souls Preachers are filling hatred Politicians are serving agony I want to weep I want to write I want to bleed
It's about a new Writer who is vexed up reading and writing love, lust, fantasies which made him lost his grip to cling to the harsh ***** and ugly reality.
#love#lust#fanstasy#fictional#reality#harsh#truth#ugly
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24/M/Hyderabad, India
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
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