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- FelishaFelishaShe makes feel high like am on shisha,Her malificent eyes like those of a weevil desperately looking for it’s new borns,Her fragrant skin dictates it allergical response to Geisha,Like Arragon, …
- DeniseDeniseShe makes me feel like a princeHer lyrical voice which can break a wireAnd her presence that makes nature move like strings of a broken lyreIn my minds prevails the …
- DreamIt’s a dark thrushThe sky is Spectre greyMy hysteria is mixed with the pandemonium of the Nightingale.Eulogizing the Lord for the thickness of the GreenlandThe trees are like strings of …
- FarewellWhy do I have,To say this again,An awful sentence,To everyone I love. I am exhausted of altering it,Is this what they call life?Where is the well in farewell?I see it …
- (no title)Life Life can be unpredictableIt changes with passage of timeIt’s ironical that thinking about happymoments leave us teary eyedAnd it brings a smile thinkingwe’re over ‘crying. Sunshine seems joyfulOnly after …
- PEACEThe soldier, navy, marines and victims from war,Say those who do not know Pain,Shall never understand true peace.They say it is achieved through bloodshed and sacrifice. Those who have only …
- Her!!A bottle of red wine movedher along, as she wrote,I feel too much, again and again. Her cloud pale eyelids falling on dream dimmed eyes.She saw shapes of memorystanding solid …
- A Lonely Darkness I heard a loud silence, screaming in my head. As if it going to blow away my mind and keep me die instead. I shout loud to keep myself free away from the demon, Because I am the only one his treason. I make myself fall into the deep and dark cliff, And exhale my breath of my relief. For years I keep hiding myself from the lonely darkness, But little did I know, I’ve gone into the phase of the the demon of sadness.
- VoidCold, numb, paleSilence weavered within himHe started countingtrying hard to keep his gaze alive. Empty words.Blunt voids.All of it. The cool zephyr blowedcaressing his skinbut neither did it felt springnor …
- DeathDeath is not lazy to you cause of your sceptre and crown Death is not lazy to you cause of your sceptre and crown,later it invites you to it’s home …
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Poetry of an Introvert 