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  • Jun 22, 2019

Updated: Aug 18, 2021

In the journey you will find

moments that wield

insuperable might.


Assiduous planning,

hand of friendship or

blood thirsty fight.

Which path would you decide?


Apposite or the opposite,

what measure will suffice?


Carpe Diem.

Carpe Momentum.

They scream.


Losing yourself

to the moment

is ok too,

whispers the wind.


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  • Aug 1, 2018

Updated: Aug 18, 2021


Can you obviate 

the mercurial madness, contracted on a declivity, or atleast vouchsafe an exit from the field, when the salvo hits the halcyon masses, bang, bang, paste? Even an acolyte could festinate a pro rata aid languid as he may be. So why wouldn’t he? As the behemoth races down, your inchmeal ways and reticent face causes loss of faith. And yet it is known, the curfew in the temple, which the priests gloss over, unaware of the tempestuous god who wielding his musket, is on the precipice of a Risorgimento. Or is it all a whistling wind? 

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  • Jul 13, 2018

Updated: Aug 18, 2021


Love, empathy, kindness, strength, is perhaps the ingredient, for being benevolent. Convoluted, vain, psychotic and degenerate, are the paths that seldom follow, unless you unconsciously cerebrate. Practise it in nimiety, and it will not end. Hold it back, and the river will twist and bend. Seek it within first, universe will surely confirm. Seek outside if you must, but be ready to realise, the ‘clever’ ways in which, the universe breaks, the poetry of life. To be fair, All you need is one, overflowing over the edges. Dig deeper , pain could be fun, why not play with matches? You can’t choose your role, but sure can make it your own. 4 ages, 4 years, 4 days, it takes a toll,

have gumption to embrace the unknown. Let’s call it superposition, spinning the tale out of jurisdiction; of time and space, dream and dreams. Between two hand animals, story finds its way. The wind dances, as the trees sway.

Rains and forest fires alike,

bring the dance to light. And I reach out to touch, while it’s touched me all along. The story, told through whispers, hymns at temple, song about a song. Truth be told, even though it may be old; to have a reason, all you need is...

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