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Turn the other cheek, for those who follow the theologians. Follow not their deeds, yes; for they’re fighters You are a service to life; a hope in death: Glow as you flow, for the creation to catch life in light With your toes in the tower, let the showers in hours of the tour Remind…

Heard the shots! Your bail hasn’t been made yet, Mankind, you’ve just dodged the bullet The battle feels like being in  foster care Growling in what could have been in a  true home Faring for a  space of family fare Drenching in affairs of war feels being in a  dome. Serenades of war hymns hauling…

Today was yesterday’s tomorrow; after the sunset and the roving of the dark, it’ll be tomorrow’s yesterday too. With each ticking second arm of the clock, a week will be born: gradually, transformation into several moons will inflate it to a dozen set( a year). Like the fingers of the hand, a decade will sprout:…

Looking through a water filled glass, a refraction rails A false view recoils with each puff Infiltrating lungs to a puffy state Tarring villi to patches of impotent purifiers. Trying to suffocate the breath that rose the pains of yesterday Cutting light to their growth, stunting them into dwarfs With each sip, drowning the nightmares…

Fond of your lips, I’m found Sad or happy, I’ll be sound In the attire of your smile, I cover miles Even for a while, I’d never spray you with bile Let me be the file in your folder Burry me deep within, so I be your fodder In the beauty of your comfort, let…

Voices of mayhem  In duels of unwarranted altercation rage By the market places and over ridge Opening dilemma of pages  by the edge Spoiling spoils gathered by the stage Savaging minds and eroding hope from the sage.   With clouds of anxiety masquerading  in rods And crowds scorched by placards. Roaming under flames of the…

I saw the sun in tears by the west Fighting with the dark as it was setting  Burning in yellow rays in struggle for dominance It had not shone to all the light for sight it knew Other creatures were still in the dark even by noon Its hours seemed short to serve them all…

Meet me by the waters, Salty, warm and cold on my submersed feet. Where the breeze freezes the torments of the city’s bustle; Salting a moisturised breath through my nostrils. Seeing fading blue of the sea as I get deep. Where do the fish tears go? I wonder! And how do impurities purify you, oh,…

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