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Referred the name a city
and thought it was my destiny.
The life knew the hardships
and the garbage of irony.

I thought that-
and now it is changed.
I thought that-
and now it resembles an offence.

Provided they the insignia,
with the words of bliss.
That too had the long tale-
and the neuron orders not to miss.

Dust
when mixed with air-
The greenery,
embraced it.

Sorrows
when drew the drops-
The company,
slightened it.

But,
when God made the angels
they gave them feathers
to fly
to grasp the sky
and that made them flawless.

Germinating were these angels,
in the land of small elephants.
A catastrophe urged to wither-
the happiness prevailing.

Wasn't it an earthquake
but shook the siesmograph.
Wasn't it the collision
but burnt the aspirations.

A small being
was happy to get the control.
Wanted it the dew-
not the mist.

Threatened it
of its power.
He is governor or what;
'now, come on bastard...'

Angels,
came along the river bank
but saw it all ruined
with the evils of cities
and they returned through
the same bridge
which made the soul flow.

Angels,
Ye angels.
Didn't you like this haven ?
Isn't it your heaven ?

Proud of masculineness,
proud of the status
proud of the power-
burn all these with your pride.

Angels,
returned away to their homeland
waved their hands
and the one crowned
looked so beautiful
i loved her
but couldn't confess
oh my, oh my...

Your face,
Oh angel !

Angels,
came over in my dreams
i remembered my stay in the premises
i looked over at her
but she was with somebody.

A night when,
plans were being finalised.
Two innocents loked over the border,
and they saw the thunder
wnich was hurling
hurrying at its pace-
and suddenly the air was the nightmare.

But,
as the night grew
up, up and above;
a star died halfway in the galaxy
and it merged into the source.

Viewed the time,
was the new morning-
but there was darkness;
there was mourning,
there was disgust,
there was the captive being beheaded.

Listened off Palestine,
listened off Israel;
listened off the Gulf.
Searched the Alps of devotion-
I only found Tethes and the 'wonder stone.'

The path we desire,
is it the new beginning ?
is it the 'everentiation ?'
is it the 'shift of amoeboid ?'

Have we the associations
and the grand ones.
Have we the third generation-
and the sustainable plans.

Some shrines are blown,
some mosques are withered.
Some temples meet the ruins;
Churches speak the same.

Why is she quiet now ?

Her questions,
her individualism.
Theories of her nuptial knots-
with the pharaohs of the present times.

Where has her philtre for alterations gone ?

Bore she the stoicism;
from grand ones to the precessives.

Can a squeezed throat;
utter the words-
of bliss;
and the certitude.

slapped,
being a juvenile.
Juvenile-
as she has broken the norms.

Norms of retrospects,
norms of blindness.
The norms-
which restricted the pleasure and freedom.

She,
unveiled the veil.
She-
sought for the open-ness.

She,
searched the bone-fire;
amidst the extremism-
amidst the gurus.

Exiled,
for the relief.
Mixed is the splitted;
of a girl of Hinduism and Islam.

hear the sensations,
feel the rhythm!

Observe your heart,
believe your thoughts.

See the world around you,
give your hands.

I heard your song,
i felt the air,
i felt your body.

I learned your thoughts,
Observed the every beat of your heart;
I felt your flow within me.

Wait!
The bullet has landed.

Is it within your soft skin ?
Check!

Listen!
That must be the mine-explosion.

Where is your heart ?
Where is the beat ?

Triolly,
the movement;
the air has faded.

Your brother,
where is his heart ?
where is his beat ?

Say,
speak up!

"manage time for love,"
I did.
but now-
you are motionless.

How can I... ?
Reply to my perceptions.

I shall be coming to you !

Wait!
The love doesn't end.
Absence is there;
For short, for long.

love your heart-beat,
love your thoughts,
love is love-
love shall love;
the love you lived,
the love we cherished,
will live-
with love.

Many knock the doors,
of the God.
Have the talks with the grandma,
lighting the matchsticks to see the haven.

Had not the girl,
faced the cold.
Had not the poor-ism,
prevailed at such a fold.
Had not the wishes,
met the floor.
Had not the drearies,
touched the shore.

A cry,
a cut-
a plea;
an urge.

Dark eyes seek the wideness,
to enrich the vision-
to have the perfectionism,
to build the momentum.

As the rickshaw driver,
'Won't thank us for the dollar,'
No being at the survival,
would ammend the provision of brawler.

Exchanged,
changed is the change.
Hundred for the seventy,
being the stuff strangely strange.

Need why the chopping,
if the nearby plays the violin-
and you don't ;
cause you haven't got the money.

Night,
why it comes-
is it to increase the sorrow;
or for the renaissance.

Lying,
on the grounds of the court-
of nature;
of the near ones.

Why is there the division,
why is there the filth-
why is there the trouble;
why is there the guilt ?

In the early morning,
when eyes are wide open;
why doesn't the softness sub-due -
why doesn't the dew startle ?

As for such,
a world is to be renewed-
Where restrictions would fly freely;
where songs would be perpetuated.

Cheeks would never,
feel the lacrymals'.
That would be the identity,
of the eternal happiness.

Deceived are some-
from love.
from care.
from support.
from wealth.
from health.
from education.
from devotion.
from affection.
from perception.

In the grounds of reality,
deceits are to be made!
Handledwith the utmost-
future is to cared.

Steps of the estranged,
with the hoovered clouds.
Dusting is the drop;
as the 'nemes' would have done.

A pass over the fence,
migratory shall be the innovation.
A sun's step for the three V's;
and the darkness is gone.

Asking for the offerings-
seeking the sorrows.
A bone gets stolen,
ranked as the nail-twister.

A bank near the bank;
of Thames and Panamas.
Driven through the Gulf-
all across the Guinea and Bahamas.

Sorted out were the islands,
thundered was the commuter.
Eh, a guilt of forbidden plea-
closed were the simultaneous execution.

The very next day,
woke and caught.
Head beside the body-
and the thunderous coverage.

A gradual proceeding,
amidst the tribunal.
Dart taken-
Indeed stuck on the middle.