Inconsequence
commonest braking mechanism in the psyche preventing healing. Pic.: no © Bequeathed fear or sadness, the lifelong child, wretchedly miserable, clutches Heaven’s railings; denying them peace outweighs the cure. Goth:2008
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To The Innermost Edge
A Paragon
Trailblazing Beautiful Beginnings
Cat On The Wall
A single thought that germinates, Either builds bridges or annihilates. Gasp in disbelief at actions of a powerful few, Brazenly carried out in full public view. Manufacturing fear psychosis with such impunity, Orchestrating chaos with hatred and animosity. Existences denied, conscience set on flight mode, Since when did our values so much erode? Screens shielding it, scripting our fall.
» Read moreSilence that Echoes
A silence so stifling, Its echoes deafening; With a shrill sound, Reverberating around. When will we awake From this slumber that we fake? Until a day when silence will be heard no more, As it bores through ears, leaving fragments on the floor.
» Read moreThe Last Laugh
It takes a genius acuity to play a joker, As many grey cells juggled, as in game of poker. His hilarity keeps our risorious muscle on the move, Unwittingly with sides splitting, fall into his zany groove. Prances, skips, tumbles, falls, reviving our spirits, the funny clown. Doctors say, “laugh with him” to avoid wearing a johnny gown, Behind
» Read moreReaching Out
Such a desolate feeling to have no one of our own, In whom we can confide, all doubts and fears unknown. Someone to hold our hands in times of need and console, Reassure our faith in self and to cajole. Make us some coffee, sit with us, listen handing out tissue, Lives could be saved from mind games fought,
» Read morePeaceful Warriors
Pen of poets gives them prowess to be warriors with fortitude, Across nations breaking barriers, fighting battles in solitude. As they burn midnight oil to sit in silence and pen, Their pen creates many an inspiring work to reckon. To protect, restore and expose murky truth, their pen keeps up its fight, No matter the milieu, it
» Read moreAn Ongoing Affair
I pick the book, put on the lamp and settle down in a cosy posture, Coffee mug perched precariously on handrest, glance at book’s title and its author. Drizzling rain cadences on my window as I feel the book with eyes and fingers, Proceed on inside even as on the cover, my mind still lingers. Pulsating excitement flooding my
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