Haunting insanity,
Running through me.
Chasing the sane,
Trying to chain.
The existence,
Of the angel.
The rise,
Of the evil.
Lies in the boundaries inside,
Crying to surface outside.
Blabbering contexts of failure,
The adversity of being pure.
The propensity to be self evolved,
The clamour of the confusion forever solved.
The confusion called love,
For some mortal else.
The conjugation,
The surrender of the whole to self.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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