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Each time I devour these succulent daredevils Igniting greed in the lonesome hallways of my appetite I am reminded of what a ghastly...

I’m a blind child of English literature Who fell in love with every nook & corner Of Stratford-upon-Avon Of how it was written in my...

Sometimes we depart in silence, Not out of detesting, But because we couldn’t see their tears fall. In the same manner, they saw ours. It’s a strange dichotomy of an empath To befall— What else did the world expect, At the price of two drops of murmur, Five drops of honey, A pinch of spice, And saponaceous consistency. From the descendants of Jung, Freud, and Paul. *Reference made to Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, and Paul Ekman

The stature of their significance Like elders of a community Standing wide and tall With roots receding into heavens As if, telling us all, to stand still In accord and silence Only to observe, the power of rising For there are greater truths in life Than mere cacophony of ugly chitchats Only to observe the fate of falling In an abysmal trench of our own doings!

We pass down the streets of restitution To discover fragments of desolate attitude Of broken dreams and symphonies Only to find more...

Where intestines choke of opium Receding into bloodstream like diffused fairytales Destined for doom and incompetence Where Daedal hands...

Let my words shatter into tiny pieces Of stoic courage Such that they inspire hope In youth and the downtrodden Let they shimmer in the...

Must be monotonous To persistently gaze at an infinite void Between white spaces Disillusioned by the information they dispel Misled by...

In my desire to understand ubiquitous friendships of our age That flow from one electric charge to another Like pendulums dropped from...