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Jawad Nov 2018
I don’t write with golden pens
I write with feelings woven in insomnia  
Inked with the darkness of nightmares
And the long thoughts of the night

I don’t climb mountains
I fall off cliffs
Past my escaping days
Into myself
And find nothing...

Breathe deeper
Maybe the air will escape the abyss
And release you...
The current poetry mood...
Abhay Chopra Dec 2014
Deep within,
lies a green home of depth...

With each step of learning,
I see these stones get wet...

Fully loaded I stand,
Firmly holding my empty gun...

Even if given a choice,
To a beautiful place I shall never run...

Staring long enough,
Blurred regions remain blurred...

Her unsaid words sliced me,
Cut open my unaffected world...

Gazing into the eyes,
Of unbelievable, unattainable beauty...

I gifted myself the prize.
The search for an illusion free cosmic duty...

From where shall we begin,
To where will this journey end,

No one here, can tell you...

What are you to loose,
To experience that 'gain',

You're here, to tell you...

For the keepers of knowledge,
The ones holding the truth...

Believe in guiding by distancing us from them.

We have to travel to the stars.
And then some more.

Till the edge of the universe is met...
Then start knocking on every alien door...

The ones that answer,
need to be ignored.

For God, we know...

He has a reputation to maintain...

Travelling till the edge of the universe won't cut it...
We need to work hard.

For what we expect to gain,
Is already achieved...

The winner is one,
Who'd want none of it at all...

You see, God just wants someone to love him back...

I've travelled the cosmos,
But didn't need to, for understanding this simple fact.

I love you.

And you love me.

Let's just keep it at that.


- Abhay Chopra

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