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A Collision of Passionate Beings

It happened as I felt a glowing moon As you caressed a radiant star, You and I, an existence of a – Once upon a time – race, Humans, they were! And if I can recall the beauty Of a soft lip such as yours, Then infinite twigs Would decay Beyond ashes. Strange, is it not? Us becoming One with nature, you and I, and Somewhere on this disintegrating Earth: a crescent our ancestors foretold, And now, it, the offspring of our naivety, starts A journey of a new race amidst purposeless races. Wednesday, 28 th of January 2015

A Narrative

The self is a created colourful narrative, Where the narrator is lost in translation Between cultures so different, yet, the Play keeps going with great soliloquys: Cells navigating beyond comprehension, Treasure hunting guided by copious stars, To trace their origin; a forgotten history, But the self moved to another dimension To duplicate a foreseen persona of itself, And thus, force fuelled into angelic beings To fulfil desires of the soul, body and mind, Ending the colourful narrative of the self. Tuesday, the 20 th of January 2015

Just another Visit to the Doctor’s

The silence flew like a huge phoenix Into the molten lava casting a dark Silhouette… or maybe not! It was still there, the silence, and I was Sitting waiting for someone to call my name. The chair was so huge that five morbidly fat Emperors can sit next to each other and I will still fit. No, actually, that wasn’t right! It was incredibly small that I kept trying to avoid the Cold metal edge, trying to stay on that comfy cushion, And then the secretary stood at the door of this Gigantically tiny room and before she said anything I stood up when suddenly she smirked like an Evil witch, and cried loudly: “Oh! She’s not in yet!” I went back to my little corner sighing as loud as – And there he stood, the doctor with a nice, Colourful dress, really smart! Wait! Scratch that out because he was as dull As a dead log on the bottom of a swamp That was filled with gruesome algae. Anyways, he called my name, or a form of it That I did distinguish,

Innocence of Children

I laughed at Mee within me, And to me it was so hilarious, But Mee kept looking at me In great wonder that I walked to her, But then I stood still, Maybe, Mee will come and play, And there was Yuu, A very clever teacher, He taught me and Mee many Wonderful things, and Yuu also Painted big pictures of kids; Of being young like Yuu, And me is a very young kid, And Yuu taught me simple words, And Mee, too, words like Uss, Who destroyed our school Last year and Mee, Yuu, and I Had to move to a different school, Because Uss kept throwing bad Stuff to make people disappear, Many many innocent people, And one day, the hope of my world Will become the one Yuu mentioned In the storybooks, where Mee and I Can ride cute colourful unicorns, And go to huge castles in the mountains, So that all of humans can live under one Sky – not the one Uss is living under, But one that Mee, Yuu, and I can live! Friday, 2 nd January 2015