Setting

The clouds are gray in
the orange background.

In the early morning of
a busy metropolitan,

chases the running hours
that go on forever.

It is not what I conceived.
It is what I perceived.

Heads turn to miracles,
coping from heartbreaks and failures.

It is not what they wanted.
It is what they experienced.

 

2018

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exodus, one and a half

you’re the task
that never ends
in the winter
of sharp colds.

we’re the hands
that keep on
scourging with light
and heavy loads.

until everything
is moved safely,
and we’re done so
successfully.

 

2018

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No Accident

Time flies and
it’s no accident,
no accident,
no accident.

Winter fades and
it’s no accident,
no accident,
no accident.

Meeting you and
it’s no accident,
no accident,
no accident.

Loving you and
it’s no accident,
no accident,
no accident.

Leaving you and
it’s no accident,
no accident,
no accident.

 

2018

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The Note Of Discordance

My alignment is distorted.
These scattered elements
demise the flawless harmony.
A little and less pragmatism
can infuse such imperfections.

 

2018

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epic

must be.
must love.
you’re too real.

went ahead.
took a ride.
slept less and less.

thinking of you.
making some notes.
forgetting behind.

blundering,
committing,
leaving.

at the right time.
now or never.
cannot decide.

 

2018

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down, down, down

down, down, down,
i feel the string of madness
hovering around.

down, down, down,
i see the pit of darkness
sheltering in bound.

down, down, down,
i find the chaos of my mind
hammering me with loud sound.

 

2018

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in the bandwagon of the public

gold, there is.
eyes unseen, the value
which cannot be lost in
time perpetual,

is so deserved by
those who steadfastly
work for the good of
their ideals.

i am in the outside
of the window that is
about to close,

in the big realization
that not everything can
be acquired too easily.

the hour is coming.
let me intrude in the
bandwagon of the public.

 

2018

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