An Aisle Of Lightness

Darkness in a coward, a reprobate from ages

went through a satanic path.

The truth is hidden in an eye’s cage,

screaming still in a closed state.

Light in a rebel, a ruling artist,

his renowned enemy believes

in his holiness, and thus leaving

in a crucial path.

Perhaps, they’re always one with two faces,

trying to convey what they know

for the rest- a real disguised world.

Accept them, the one will exist..

The Other dwelling within a jiffy of sins;

pounds of strings praising his wins..

Once, they were none for us,

but then we killed us for them.

PS: This is a group-blogging work that I’ve written together with Viditi Bhargava, an aspiring Engineering student from Delhi, India. For me, she is a peaceful soul who’s a lot of foolish thoughts like me in her mindset and the one who is perfectly fine to mingle such thoughts at any time through her writings, especially via poetry. If you haven’t ever been through her simple blog space, have a look at it here.

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The Mystical Path

It was then he realized that there is a formal darkness coming by that haunted path; a fascinating doll woven together with cotton and silk moaned for a while, looking at him. Alas! His heart beats lowered down, and those dry lips were kissed by a woman, like a chameleon.

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Identity

Words of mystery

Flew in the face of

My life- a satire.

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Golden Fish

The agony of a fish

In the glass bowl kept inside

The recess in his room. 

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Home Alone

A ghost in the window!

Brave men ran outside;

Dog barks from inside.

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