Eshwara Prasad

Eshwara Prasad Apr 8

Eyes of the poet,
Seeing worlds beyond our own,
Feelings overflow.

Eshwara Prasad Apr 6

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Fear mongering mind.
Dreams forever filled with fright.
Life devoid of peace.

Eshwara Prasad Apr 6

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Words on paper speak.
The ache of that lonely day resonates.
No comforting touch.

Eshwara Prasad Apr 6

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Every flaw leads to perfection once it overcomes itself when it can no longer support itself.

Eshwara Prasad Mar 31

Speech is the clumsy distortion of silence.

Eshwara Prasad Mar 30

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In silence, we write.
Without feedback, words fall flat.
Poetry is extinct.

Eshwara Prasad Mar 30

Life

Life's fleeting moments
experiences we hold dear,
but never truly own.