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I Make Love to Me

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I make love to me……    I caress my dried scars with the slightest touch,  Slowly and softly!  I kiss my remnant feelings and let them arouse.   I try grasping hard……… Really hard!  I try grasping the black patches in my soul and bring them out, And hear them lament their story of sterile rove.  I blow them with my brightest light to let them glow even within their dark.    Yes! I end up wet……I wet my pair of eyes!   As the memories from rust and the fears inches inside my mind,  I cringe, I scream in a pitch very high.  Reaching the peak of pain and utmost stir,  I collapse in the softest bed of memory stack, Read more

Monsoonal Ramblings

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Don’t go with my smile, I hold storm in my eyes. My mind is willing to see the world, Not on cost of what u think. I have my own consent, And I go with that flow. I dance in rain, Not to hide my flood. I whirl to feel, the soothing water,I love. I climb mountains, Not to escape from this world. I ascend to challenge, the encouraging Heights,I aspire. Way to go long, Higher and higher, Its not the way u thought. Its the way “I” live.

Random Emotions

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Thoughts and words were all the same, Until that one emotion became. As music was for the deaf in tone; Without a soul, just sticks and stones. Brushes were picked for kings and queens; Their beauty ignored, but riches be seen. And Dare they erred their throats were slit. So their skies were blue, and their grass be green. But how long can you hide the passion inside, when things have this habit of getting out of hands. Thus happy we are to lose ourselves, for the will to mate and each other create. Floyd pinks in Japanese; On starry nights the seas roar; We kill and breed whatever we must; Namastasye, Namastasye! By: Divey Gupta

ISLAND IN SOLITUDE ?

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She believes  she is an island in solitude. Uninhabited, mysterious and of mystic beauty. The weary sailors set foot in her as they transit; They sing praises of her abundance, and drink from the brook flowing through her heart. She sometimes think of poisoning her brook with the toxic roots growing deep in her. But, Alas! This has always remained as a seed of thought in her mind, never meant to get materialized! Maybe she likes their transient presence subconsciously. maybe in their chaos she finds a different calm; Maybe their voices, their laughter softens her solitude; Maybe her solitude was never for real, all she had was loneliness. Maybe one day she will care to ask her belief “Am Read more

You have plankton me like a little modest child You have shown me the unveiling shades of shy.   Like the creepy little plants that live more in barren lands But once in a day break dries up with a step by a stand.   Your eyes make me glorify glory in assasinity, chasing the dreams with enormity I found it in your busy sheets.   Puzzled by the way to go nipped into the world of sorrow I thought you would be there But saw not a single breakthrough.   I’m still, I’m in your sunken worship and will be there till the last heartbeat.   *****Written by: Lovely Chetia*****