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We will never be free
unless we fully
allow ourselves to be
writing a haiku
way to return to nature
a hand beckoning.
9/2/2020
the sun slips and trips
permeates blaze of colours
orange purple peach.
9/2/2020
Sunset
a board meeting of
lions of Serengeti
to choose lion king.
9/2/2020
breaks a heat record,
eighteen degrees Celsius
beware as ice melts.
9/8/2020
He was named tubelight,
cause he  comes to understand everything after few minutes.
9/2/2020
If you desire something from the heart,
Then the entire universe will work towards getting that thing for you.
10/2/2020
When I over-laboured
it led me to barren land
words and feelings I suffocated
what I wrote even I didn't understand-

poetry should spring*
from the heart's fountain
of spontaneity to bring
beauty that shall ever remain.
* a Keatsian idea
I don’t wanna be another tragedy
I don’t want to be another number
Don’t quote me for statistics
I’m not just another number
Ticking suicide rates
Rising higher... higher....

Can the vengeance sustain me?
Can I find enough fire inside
To warm this frozen heart?
To keep myself alive?

I won’t be another tragedy

I will not be another tragedy



I refuse to be a tragedy.
I miss you tonight
You’re still always on my mind
One month since you gave up on me
And I would do anything
Literally anything at all
For one more conversation
To see you
To hear your voice
Just one more time
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