Beautiful things have scars and dents,

They are warriors fighting the harsh winds,

And survivors from horrible incidents.

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Something for Someone

Someone far away is playing his drums.

Somewhere far away loudspeakers are busting.

Sometimes all you can do is listen.

Sometimes you have to make it stop.

Somewhat you will always be wrong.

Somehow you will still be correct.

Somethings one should not tolerate.

Somebody needs to respect oneself.

Then something will change.

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Moon’s Control

This mystical moon came,

And it’s the moon to blame.

With every beam swallow me in.

Moving in with slow silent spin.

Tickled and tingled with those breeze.

Gentle rays were a naughty tease.

Like the tide it was unstoppable.

And resistance was not possible.

Our meeting was fate,

So was the distance and wait.

Which even the sea couldn’t change.

The moon’s control on my every wave.


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In love with the devil

Shed all the leaves,

And stood tall and strong.

Without wasting any moment,

I came along.

As wild winds flew by,

We swayed with its speed.

Going up ones,

Going down twice.

With a jerk of a heart,

We just held still.

I whispered,

In his ears.

When I’m done,

You will only crave for me.

Try to get me again,

I’ll kill you happily.

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My Nest

Sun burnt the earth’s bed.

Green to red everything turning dead.

As it drew closer to earth.

Birds tweet, what’s it worth?


After innumerable years,

The Old oak lost its last leaves.

Ever silently slipped into death.

And broke it’s silken life thread.


When it seemed that all hope was lost,

Only God could save us from this Holocaust.

Then lightning stuck and the clouds roared.

Rain followed with a lascivious kiss.


After a bit of request,

Oak raised from the dead.

I danced on those drops,

And build my nest on its big branches.



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