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Showing posts with label Angst. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Angst. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Forgiven
From the same tree born
From the same seed grown
One given all shade and nurtured
Other left to languish deserted
A shallow reason they had
You won’t carry our name, they said
That was an excuse so flimsy
They always were in the sway
Of partisan mindset and thought
That taught them to discriminate
Should they be forgiven again as ever?
And then perhaps be forgotten forever?Saturday, May 24, 2014
Smoulder

Yes it had made me aglow with hope
It had burnt in me, fueled my soul
to surge high, like a hot-air balloon
Then your love, my ultimate folly
smothered it down, put it out
My heart grew soft and green
A lovely bloom there bloomed
Your disdain re-kindled the smoulder
Like the earth I trembled and settled
time and again,from my unseen wounds
my blood lava flowed and spluttered
The fire still glows unseen
It now burns me within, my veins glow
It is vaulted in my core, I am volcanic
One day when it erupts and annihilates me
Don't act foolish and touch me
to surge high, like a hot-air balloon
Then your love, my ultimate folly
smothered it down, put it out
My heart grew soft and green
A lovely bloom there bloomed
Your disdain re-kindled the smoulder
Like the earth I trembled and settled
time and again,from my unseen wounds
my blood lava flowed and spluttered
The fire still glows unseen
It now burns me within, my veins glow
It is vaulted in my core, I am volcanic
One day when it erupts and annihilates me
Don't act foolish and touch me
Presume that I am harmless still
My body though would be cold and white
still I know your fingers it will surely scald
Don't light my pyre, beware, I forbid you
It wont burn if you do, wont catch fire
Let my only flower do the onerous task
and let him blow my ashes into the air.
My body though would be cold and white
still I know your fingers it will surely scald
Don't light my pyre, beware, I forbid you
It wont burn if you do, wont catch fire
Let my only flower do the onerous task
and let him blow my ashes into the air.
Friday, February 14, 2014
Love Is?
Its a verb they say
Its defunct I say, so
How can it denote action
It gives life they say
Its meaningless I say, so
How can it provide succour
Its nothing but a word
A word that maddens the world
A thing that destroys the self
On this day of love
I give up on the word, and
I renounce the Idea
its a concept as unworthy
As the people who profess love
and don't value the being of another.
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