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PS Jul 2015
Promises forgotten
street lights mock me
for I walk alone !
PS Apr 2015
Dropped from my mother's arm
Daddy lifting me up through air
I am still afraid of height!
The long queue of cynicism
standing up front
Dark night and the show of thunderstorm
Caged in a **** gas chamber
like a free bird with  its wing cut
Haunting dreams of penguins
plunged into ice rocks of the South pole
A dream to own self
burning down the hut of witch of mind!
The cosmic power leading you to me
May be u wish I was yours to be nursed
Your womb awaiting my arrival in some parallel universe
where I am a real poet !
PS Mar 2015
Angel comes on a paradise bus
I know our lines are aligned
Hours pass by
Nights after night
The fragrance of voice never cease to arouse my spirit
I dream you saying "Your tears my eyes
My heart your beat"
I would die hundred deaths for you
But I just cant "I love u"
Like Unwritten novel
Untold story
Fiction of mind !
PS Feb 2015
Gentle spring breeze
Dripping ice cream
Cocoon of words
Caring sarcastic verses
Fingers glued to screen
Eyes vying for warmth
Ears tuned to rings

Meeting u on a journey
And you said chocolate it is !

Hours turns to jiffy
World seems jolly
life flows like river
Ocean you are
With crystal clear tides
u turn blues to pink

May be I am betraying myself
U chose mango flavor for me !

Hours of night
Calls for a new day
Innocent dawn
Heart of dusk
childlike smiles
Never ending words

I am still fond of tea
May be a cup with you !!
PS Feb 2015
high tides
frosty night
weekend downpour
sandy storm
nothing could pull the veil up
valveless explosion awaits in the dark
hoping the Sun to set in the morning
and rise in the evening
vacant stares
dead words
lazy fingers
sleepless nights
thoughtless days
Running in the circles
circle of nothingness
world of boredom!
PS Feb 2015
Words died the day his soul cried
inferno wasn't his place to be
never could the world foresee
the resurrection there would be
wise man called it poetry
it was a rising soul of dead words !
PS Jan 2015
Let the first kiss be the first puff of cigarette
let the touch be like chasing smack
your bottle shaped body
you my ecstasy ,you my moon rock
feeling of **** smoke in my blood
time be slow
when u and many us surround me
my personal *******
my snowball my crack !!
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