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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...

The stature of their significance Like elders of a community Standing wide and tall With roots receding into heavens As if, telling us...

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...

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...