What to make of life? nothing seems meaningful the very definition of panic Engulf in the phantom of pain some sort of pain for the scarcity of pain The ones to leave had left the dead are dead the living aren’t better off living What to make of life? when pain is the comfort manContinue reading “Hollow”
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Time
Time is one fair thing in the world Irrespective of our social status or race We all live on time There is always a time for us at, some certain point in life There is always a time for us to live And! There is always a time for us to die Time is fair,Continue reading “Time”
Haiku On ‘Identity’?
Who are you? Really? Who are you are in others eyes? Would you see yourself?
The Mean Collector
Listen ye mortal B’loved children of the earth Fragile creatures of the soil Soon ye shall return to the soil Where thee belongeth I’m thy doom Majestically waiting in thy room Ready to take thy precious life away Tis moment shalt be thy last day With outstretched hand I shall beckon on you Without hestitationContinue reading “The Mean Collector”
Set Me Free
Are you out there? I wish you could hear My call from here If you can, please Set me free For ages I’ve been trapped In the darkest dungeon of loneliness All effort to escape were fruitless I can’t leave on My own will I’m weary of feeling lonely I’ve waited for so long IContinue reading “Set Me Free”
In Her
In her eyes I found myself In her heart I seek comfort In her words I found pleasure In her soul I found the me I never knew existed
Love and Religion
A crown on her head she wore Emblem of the religion she bore Sadly, I’m unaware I’d fallen for her snare Like all the cursed tales of love Pain is never far-off Can I bridge the divide Or would regret be the companion by my side
The Delusion
Some things appeared like they existed. They are never here, it’s just our hallucinations. They only appear like a pool of water you see ahead of you on the road on a tormenting sunny day.
Seeking For Peace
Sometimes I wondered if some things really existed in this world or we just believed they existed. Could it be that we think these things didn’t exist because we don’t always get what we want. At times when we seek for love, we don’t usually get the kind of love we always dream of. InContinue reading “Seeking For Peace”
Our Parents
Our parents are not our parents They are the guardian life has given us We came through them but not from them They may give us their love but not their thoughts For we have our own thoughts They may house our bodies but not our souls For our souls dwell in the house ofContinue reading “Our Parents”
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