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DAMAGED MINTED HEART widow's dreams on sale hunters awake now [Take the Bold words and joined it with title, in the beginning or in the end--your choice, to get another line, and place it as per your choice in this poem.] ON Bread Ant [Put the ON as per your choice] Note: Title itself also... Continue Reading →

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Arya

Deep in the north she stand tall, with a smirk on her lips. Short her stature but still she stand tall and smiling amongst the ashes. Standing short is easy, not the tall that too with courage. In the halls, she had danced with needle as her father watched. She had seen the pigeons fly... Continue Reading →

Thoughts Need to be Microwaved

Somewhere the atom has been split opened. Somewhere the police chasing the thieve on foot. Somewhere the leaves are falling. What're are you looking at? These are the thoughts one of which is needed to pick to start. Like the leftovers from the noon and from the day before Need to be microwaved In other... Continue Reading →

Witch and Memories

Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel, Juliet says. She smiled to put off the mascara; eyes needs to be wrinkled. She let her hair rolled down; touching her hips; grey they are. Audry whispers now is the time that face should form another. She looked at the mirror; she smiled, softly at... Continue Reading →

Shallow (A Journey to Affection)

Beginning with love, we journey to affection. The dreams we hold are scattered in the breeze. The dreams we hold are scattered in the breeze That brushes our naked body entwined in each other. Entwined in each other's arm we lie there in the pale darkness, The street-light yellow painting the wall golden. The street-light... Continue Reading →

April

Breathing together are the wind with the length of the day; The warmth of the past season is transpiring as the warm Of the evening, becoming lengthy by each passing eve. The skin fair has started to be tanned where the mid-day sun Touches; the naked unguarded portion of the body. Who is there to... Continue Reading →

Sparrows

On the slab of my southern windows they sat and chirped Telling it's time, and we are here. They dance, they prance on the patterned grills-- grabbing the attention, you can say. They chirp, they dance letting the world know-- we are still here. Once, not long ago, they have disappeared just to return. They... Continue Reading →

Intruders

Have you seen that. The painting with two women and a man. Yes. It's like a concert, that had been conducted once in a wealthy man chamber. Yes, it is call The Concert, some arts by a penniless painter named Vermeer. What are you doing? Taking a closer look? What do you see? That painting;... Continue Reading →

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