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It’s strange but familiar,  A glance that reflects a universe.  Shards of memory pierce the heart,  A momentum of an incomplete story,  Yet seeks for Its symphony…..  Helpless in the hands of fate,  My heart stopped for a moment,  Buried deep inside the dungeon of my mind,  A rapport that could never be forgotten,  Even if […]

I am from the black-dotted brown sofa,  From the living room in my home, years ago  And the cool off-white tiles on the floor.  I am from the rose vein in my backyard,  Whose petals were soft and pink as butterfly wings.  I am from the two bangles,  Which both of my grandmas gifted me. 

Hold your breath and drown  Breath, burn your throat down  In your eyes, a scenic body of water fight  Burning cold brings a haze of midnight  Surrounded by family and water springs   You bathed yourself off the childhood sins  Stared at the moonlit graveyard right behind  Listened to Appacchi with his eyes kind  All-knowing wisdom

Those almond eyes, Painted on a tan canvas, Looking at me, Affectionately whispering, “Can we be friends?” Pleading and meowing, Staring at my eyes, This little kittenish one, Covered with whiskers, Asking with those big eyes. Whispering and arguing, Me in a cloudy land, Console myself, “No, not this time!” But Those Big Eyes… By

Upon the vast universal lake, Septet of white lotus where sprang, Message for sleeping world to wake, Bells of realms repeatedly rang, Sweet voice told an utterance to Queen, Sacred Lotus won’t be born again, Life was harsh and hard to gain, Charming lotus relieved the pain, Lightening worlds, showering truth, Lotus bloomed, making worldly

The irony of a man, blind his whole life, Throwing away his stick, which was his forever guide. The irony of his audacious guts all in all. Isn’t ‘forever’ the sweetest cons of them all? The irony of how just like after the rain; once cold and wet, The umbrella became a burden, how easily