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Soul Jun 28
Wearing a
white gown,
decorated with
Lotuses,
you dance
in the midst of
the distant meadows
like a new-born
petal.
But, in the depths,
where bones uncover,
etched to my black heart,
a red handprint,
you left.—
Will you
ever leave me
in peace?
Be honest. Don't fall into traps. Cause if you do, it is hard to erase the scars...
Soul Jun 28
Shoved in darkness,
poking the grey mist
from the edge of
your crooked
beak;—
Murmuring omens
of death 'till
the life
ends;—
But why?
Why do you wait
for the fall of fame?
From the one drowned
in the seas of shadows,
may I ask:
Is your heart made
of black-Granite
Stone?
Beware of jealousy...
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?
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