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Krishna Mehra Jun 2018
I try draping your silence
instead of
wearing your words.
I try anointing your emotions
on my canvas
instead of
painting you.
Because
Dear love
I love you.
Krishna Mehra Jun 2018
Ignorance is the best tool that
anyone can possess
Let me ignore you till you start giving me attention ..
Sometimes its better jotting down your emotions on a parched paper..
Krishna Mehra Jun 2018
My whole life is a lie
A lie within a lie
A sham
A reflection
A pseudo beauty
.
.
The subtle truth ::  I am a mirror.
Krishna Mehra Jun 2018
Lost in the woods of power
I forgot to see  that I
Took the road chosen
By many!!

Lost in the secrets of lust
I forgot to believe that I
Trusted Wrong people  
So badly!!
Krishna Mehra Jun 2018
Experiencing the experiences of an experienced is a wholesome experience...
Krishna Mehra Jun 2018
Her ***** was brutally touched
Her body was full of bruises and burns with dribbling blood from her pique lips
Her eyes then wore the dark mask
For if amidst the susurrance
Her ******* just absorbed the pain
..
And the crowd ; still clamoring
And Is this why , Man : A social animal ?
#brutality
Krishna Mehra Jun 2018
Confined in a room,
In front of a window
Lost in a world,

Although abject darkness prevailing,
Still illuminated with candles burning..

Head down, mind charged
Equanimity there, beating heart…
What else;
Reflections from your side of mine..

Silent atmosphere, clamor curiosities
Conflagration spreading in my mind
Thinking it to be ephemeral..

No rainbow, No colors
Just a condensed image
Deep inside the mirror
Inside an astral window .

Watching it alive
Rising and stepping softly
Along the dim corner of my life .

What I was?
A pariah or a philanthropist .
An optimist or a pessimist .

You reflected what was real,
What I felt, was unreal .

You reflected, My past was nothing;
But just a picture
Framed with wood
Painted with fog
Just like you..

No matter, no consideration
We change our minds
Our souls, our bodies .

But you are immortal
Still on the wall
Bearing different  seasons
Lonely reflecting with your glass
My pictures, my memories..

Within the astral window
True reflections, true life…
#imagination#love
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