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Ray of pain

A singular ray penetrates My skin through a nano sized hole Into the depth of my unknown Is there a soul Is there an essence Is there me? A singular ray penetrates My skin through a nano sized hole And … Continue reading

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A day in the life of Sample Undone!

Random Debt from the famous Guide Showed up at his door One day Followed by the collectors of Westworld on her heels One day Filled with shows one after the other Empty time strung randomly into One day Pizza boxes, … Continue reading

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Winter, summer

A little man made of dusty water! The dusty water once got constipated Over wet sand and dirt And so gathered its stodgy shapelessness Into a bulk of human appearance And got garnished with snowflakes. A little man made of … Continue reading

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Summer, winter

Her name is Summer Always arguing for winter Even in the mist of blizzards A case of wishing for the opposite The unreachable. In winter she remembers Her name with nostalgia Always arguing for winter But it is here she … Continue reading

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Strangling breath

In the heat Two smells emerge Over powering the senses In the heat The sun boils the skin And leaves target marks for wasps In the heat The sweat fills the locker rooms The perfumes kill the ozone zone And … Continue reading

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Stop

Stop sending Endless emails about Nothing stop I had enough noise Today head, my Head is screaming Electronic Noise is buzzing Life into Void, digital existence is Called, now I Understand Buddha’s teaching Delusion and Emptiness, are the existence in … Continue reading

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Running

A long road Stretches into the horizon Footprints left, no body! March 21, 2019

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Through glass window

I sit in an empty room crowded So many bodies accumulated Perfumed with bad breath and Memories swarming in the horizon I see them through the glass I see them through the window A single window, a prisoner of The … Continue reading

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Prisoner

When thought becomes a prisoner Of fear When heart beats to orders in mindless Despair When tomorrow is coloured by numbness To spare The last dying ounce of sanity in madness Present Now becomes the jail, the jailer and the … Continue reading

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Fragments

Saying Words There was There were Incomplete Fragmented And Thinking I keep He is Lies Told She said Walked Walking Away She said Walk I He Incomplete But Fragmented Yet Was a thought Walked away Both We walked Opposite directions … Continue reading

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