I make my house myself,To keep my children safe,I go around the day,To collect rare foods. I leave my bed at dawn,And lay back in bed at dusk,Some good people feed me,rest, I keep on wandering and eating. But you know I chirp a bare,unlike the other birds,I don’t have the strength to oppose,The irritating …
It is summer around the cornertelling the truths that winters lied aboutHaving sun just seemed a brief fantasyNow, otherwise, it will just roast us and shout. I never believed that miracles happenBut it so happens when god is aroundAnd you know He’s just immersedinto this doom-shaped body and everything it surrounds. A no-man land I …
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Unknown citiesEmpty afternoonsBig buildingsVacant cornersMake a day. Here is shineNon-setting lightOutside there is darkYou are alone. The journey is unknownWhy would you stop?When there is an unknown crazeAmong other creatures toSubdue a human. If human stopsHe gets consumedThose who consume himare a little wiserOnly you have toBrighten your waywith your resistance toall types of stoppagesThe …
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Often I see“yes” accomplishes the trickBe it in a love-proposeOr be it in hiring. Advancing to the next stageHow often do you seeThat “No” decidesthe outcome? If it’s a rainy dayThe Uber bike driverearns not a single pennyhaving no bookingsFor the day. Does he quit?“No”, he won’t. Then, moving to the jungleNot frequently, do we …
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Make yourself surrenderOr I will make no place for you to rendermake your words a stoneOr you will weigh no stone. Make your temper a briefOr you will land in griefAsk my blood to dropElse there is never hope. Let me shine in the graveLet me be your braveLet me find a way to the …
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It’s been a whileI’ve been in exileOh, my! Oh, my! My beloved says:“It’s been so daysOh, please return! Let you govern!” So, my word is:“Go get the cops! Go get the cops!And ban my shops! And ban my shops!” I’ve done no wrongTo sing a songWhy Exile? Why Exile? A student wasIn love for a …
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The green-aged treeshave never said a wordDeep down the roada tiger roars.It’s because it has ended. It started years agoOver the red bricksthere used to be a family of fourIt was all collecteduntil they tore apartA girl of their rootsalways believedthat she cared for the boynot the one she loved from the incidentbut the one …
