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Soul Jun 28
From the tiny
chest of yours,
dangles a white
thread wrapped
in thick dust;
Your face all
etched with
cobwebs
grey;—
I found you on
my old table,
beside my
blunt needle
which I held
in my soft palms
fifty years ago.
Tell me,
will you?
Did your heart
belonged to
someone,
once,
long
ago?
A love so long, hidden, not knowing if it was so…
Soul Jun 28
Snatched; Kicked,
out of the doors;
You run away
along the paths
in the midst of
the storms.—
Your visible ribs,
sunken abdomen,
soaked by the
tears of the
skies.
Does hunger
always rule your
life?
Have you ever felt anyone’s situation? It might be a person or an animal. What have you done then? Did you look into it with a kind heart or betrayed him?
Soul Jun 27
(To the one that no one sees)

Hidden in the depths
of my fractured ribs,
burning my heart
with hot-waves,
you hid.
Born,
when all
tore my hands
for drawing my
ink soaked thoughts
in black.
Promise me;
To not let
my heart break,
just let it melt till
none is left,
will you?
I am actually busy these days, & so poems float into my mind. I just write them down, but my parents wont allow thinking it would distract my studies. Anger approaches me. But I wait in silence, still doing what I love, knowing that it is my psychologist who reduces my stress, till it fades, not partly but completely...
Soul Jun 27
Standing at the
edge of the
room,
flashing your
eyes to every
inch,
you wait in
silence.
You whisper the
secrets one
desire;—
You make them
go blind;
Bind to
you;—
Till none
is left in
them.
Do you
hunger
sorrow,
joy for a
reason?
Do you think fairly and unbiasedly when you look into something?
Soul Jun 27
Fingers all stretched,
your arms wide opened;
As the mighty skies
shed their solemn
tear drops.
By them,
you soaked the
veined roots gently,
until green tender
leaves dance in
delight;—
Not earning a
single smile.
But why?
Why did you
reach out your
bare hands to
get scratched by
thorns?
The great people are not the ones who pass exams and achieve degrees. The great ones are the ones who serve the society honestly and trying to help others by listening to each of their wounds and reaching them to uplift their status. That kind of heart is very rare, but that is what the present lacks...
Soul Jun 27
Why be so rude?
To keep yourself warm
in the freezing cold,
you stole my seat,
which I saved
long ago.

Did you know?
The Atlantic's mighty
seas shed their tears
'till no Mariana
Trench remained;
The Northern winds
kept swirling,
awakening the fury
of the Typhoon lord.
All in vain—
seeing my
vulnerable pain.

May I ask,
Why?
Why did you
bury yourself
deep down in a
place I cannot reach,
below my wrinkled feet,
leaving behind
a dead rose
in a black
***?
A loss hurts so deeply. The hurt may not be seen by others, it even may be due to their actions. But that pain...
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