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Chaos

Chaos is the only constant in any person’s life. Each person whom you might cross paths with has some or the other mess going on for them. Some, get worried about the messy bedroom that they would be going home to after rushing out of the house like a bullet train, some agonize about the chaos that might ensue in workplaces if they do not reach on time while some are pretty occupied with the chaos in their relationships with people or some are just plain worried about how they would garner the motivation to clean their desk. We all wish that our lives would go as we plan. Be it planning out the day and hoping that you wouldn’t run late to your morning lectures, or to wishing that you could not get stained by your morning dose of caffeine as you try to multitask effortlessly. But it hardly happens that way. We are surrounded by randomness not only in the material world but also in the emotional world. Many of us would agree that the randomness by which we make connections with peo
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Change of winds

  As the gray skies deepened, Heavens loudly burst opened, With a vigorous clap of thunder, Streaks of lightning making all wonder.   Was it the greens of monsoon? That received the pouring boon. Falling on the lush green floor, But it was in fact, the season of parched moors.   What a deluge it was, Beyond any reason or cause, Reprieve from the sweltering heat, Or kicking the farmer, already beat.   One side of the world, it was a day of selfies, With piping coffees or monogrammed cups of slurpies, The other side, it was a great bane, Months of toiling drowned in vain.   Rows and columns of well-ordered crops, So nimbly did they flop, As water flowed sans barrier, Rolling tears mimicking a river.   Who is the culprit? Aggravating nature’s hissy fits, For burning through coal pits, Killing animals for fur lined kits.   This cruel change of winds, Result of the burning sins, Merciless murder of grand trees, Fueling privileg
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Breathe

  I breathe now, To live and laugh tomorrow, To fulfil hopes and goals, of several loved souls. Each breath makes me wonder, How do they stay asunder? From loved souls who have them in a hold, Just to get someone a breath so bold. Their breaths are muffled, As they keep up their hustle, Not stopping to breathe, Eternally resting with just a condolence wreath?  
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Sanity fallen

 Skittered a pebble, From the humongous rubble, Past majesty eroded in a second, Were my ears deafened. Previously she stood tall, In summer, winter and fall, Impervious to hurled stones, Gleaming with broken bones. But alas! Bones never healed, Neither were the bleeding wounds sealed, As she held on to her will, Mightier than a hill. How much did she try, As sinister forces with smiles so wry, Hacked at her base, Closing her case. At last, down she came, Screaming out her name, They said that it was 'sanity' While they puffed the feathers of their own vanity. 
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LIVING HELL

LIVING HELL   The state of my life right now, having all the time in the world to relax, is the exact representation of ‘living hell’, the way a nice buttered up croissant is ‘living hell’ for a hypertensive patient, but extremely attractive to a normal person. “Oh! The grass is always greener on the other side.”, is one of the constant lines by almost all motivational speakers and every random person under the sun who claims to understand us. Utter nonsense. My mind when in a conundrum                 To understand my conundrum, let us delve deeper into ‘heaven, hell and living’ .  The topography of hell                                                        Hell, Pluto, many are its names but the meaning is the same. When we imagine the darker side, all of us have similar visions, yet different. Landscapes of barren war-ravaged lands, the thick, suffocating, smoky, air all around, still, with no wind whatsoever. No signs of life even in the forms of trees, or some shrubbery. The m
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Punica Rubies

The red rubies that glitter, After breaking the fruit open, they skitter, Each as exquisite as a pashmina shawl, Enjoyed with the lip’s languorous drawl. Each ruby a world of its own, Holding the promise of a tree fully grown, Promise of heavenly bliss, Which can be experienced till the last kiss. Kiss which turns the lips red, But once they are fed, Chains of desire become bold, Just like Persephone in Hades’ hold. Enamor one they will, Attract towards the netherworld till Just seven seeds are consumed, Enough for the dye to be dissolved. Dye of want so deep, Dark and luring one to sleep, Its siren song piercing through the sleepy daze, Blood red juice dripping through the midnight haze.
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Memoir of a nightmare.

Not much separates you and me, A thin curtain flowing in between, Fighting for long we have been.   I see your silhouette, Acing the misleading, “I’m fine”, Hiding your bruises in shouts of mine.   At midnight, you see my shadow, While wiping the cold sweat off your brow, As I express the pain, on behalf of you.   I follow you in your darkest dreams, While you hide my gifts, the dark circles, Artfully with your concealing creams.   As the sun rises, In my arms, you push your worries, As you go about enjoying life’s cherries.   Once again, I recede behind the flowing curtain, Accepting that my suffocation is certain, Until the next midnight when I find you alone.   You want to banish me with a pill, But return I will, Until you become civil.   Civil with your troubles, Till you don’t hide me in the shambles Of your mind while you play life’s next gambles.    
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