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Hollow, floating just on the surface,
Follow the motes of dawn 'till they drown.
Plastic and pleasant: all that the earth is,
Spastic and present: rising, rising to fall back down.
Blurt out the truth
Left out of the crowd

Politically incorrect
Amend you must

The truth people speak to have each other’s back
And what they speak behind the back

Doesn’t the conscience get hurt
Or, that’s the only truth it knows

A manicured lie chips away
The spirit of truth cleanses the way
Truth knows no bounds, it is bond free
Just an expression of some thoughts!
Mom
I love you now
I loved you then
If you were here I'd say it again
For all that I am,
and all I will be;
God has a great plan,
and a purpose for me.
~
While the Earth, still void,
I was on His mind;
As He was creating,
this (One of a kind.)
~
I am special indeed,
God formed me this way;
He was the Potter,
and I was the Clay.
~
In His own image,
I was made to be;
Unlike any other,
I'm completely unique.
I took          a trip
I took                a look
That tree could read me
Like                      a book
And                 open me
Like a             library
Cipher      in the
Sanctuary
Deeper
Still deeper
Inside the place
Where           secret
Knowledge         hides
The twin snakes ladder
Necklace              chain
Make life        by any
Other           name
When they met,
They were both young and stupid.
Under the tree of love, they sat
Kissed by the arrows of cupid.
He saw a fire in her,
It burned bright.
He was in awe of her
She was like a light.
A light he had sought for
But, couldn't find.
In his core
He was in darkness, he was blind.
Until she came along
And turned him into a different man.
She was like a beautiful song
Her name was Ann.









Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
All Rights Reserved.
It has been a while since I decided to pick up the pen and write something. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: All characters or people (if any) mentioned here are subject to my imagination. I am yet to meet someone to whom I could dedicate a poem like this. Hence, I made up an imaginary person and wrote a poem for her.
My heart yearns for adventure;
to explore the once unknown
and find a life indentured
to a love that lives on show.
In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.
I just sat there
Staring out the window
Her words like blowing rain
I close my mind a little tighter
But her words blow through me
Just the same

Trees cushioned in quilts of snow
Life has been frozen before, you know
But in the comfort of our loft
Our sheets are warm
Her covers soft

Seasons change like minds unmade
And snow can fall as deep as pain
Change shall come
In a quickening breath
And spring shall arrive
In the time that's set...
Traveler Tim
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