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Varun Goswami Dec 2012
SHE
Cimmerian night
sole company of the moon,
cool draft tearing the mist
and there she appeared,
tearing the cimmerian shade
eyes illuminating the soul
hair the deep flowing ocean,
aroma the winter midday sun
divine voice breaking
the lifelong silence of a deaf
if only i was dreaming,
i want to wake up to that face
all my remaining mornings...
Varun Goswami Oct 2012
Am not a slave to the restless and cold  three hands
I do all i want however and whenever
Don’t need no idiot doing the same twice a day for rest of life ;
Tell me what to do.
Who needs it?
Ain’t  we have conscience  and sense ?
Ain’t we know what’s wrong what’s right ?
Ain’t  knowing life enough ?
and you fear of being ruled by machines in the ******* bully called future when;
ain’t  even the regretful past know how we sold our soul to one since and till forever
but am free , i refused to put the collar numbered 1 to 12 and be pulled and pushed around by three chains.

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