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Come Be My Illusion: Good Night
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Come Be My Illusion. Thursday, December 11, 2008. Like a story unknown. Like the atheism forlorn. Embarrassed in a night’s cry. Like a shred of cloth you denied. Lagging behind your exclamations! Dreading your unkempt declarations. I am collecting my senses from my obsession. I will have to clean my wardrobe from longed conception. So do we stop now? Or start a new sentence? And as I write, the breaks remind me. Of the dreaded future tense. Tonight is the night that I change my hide,. Http:/ subodh.k...
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Come Be My Illusion: February 2007
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Come Be My Illusion. Friday, February 23, 2007. History May Repeat Itself. I notice a new word everyday;. They keep blocking my senses,. Or will they rescue them? I am collecting the garden. Petal by petal;. So that my lap will ever smell of. The redness and the greenness,. I am knitting the never known;. I am kissing the unknown;. And they are loving the new known. What will happen to the moths,. How will the fingers running down. The candle breathe,. Probably moths and butterflies,. And my words….
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Come Be My Illusion: Hasrat
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Come Be My Illusion. Thursday, April 9, 2009. Hasrat us lakeer ki manend hai. Jo sihayi ke beghair veeraan rehty hai. Per har pal, har khwaab sisakty rehty hai. Phir ek din koi uska khaaka bun jata hai. Aur yun hasrat ko apni taabeer mil jaty hai. Hasrat ki soch uski taabeer pe ruk si jaty hai. Shayed wo is gumaan mein hai ke . Faqt ek khwaab uski aazmaish ka sahara hai. Aur hasrat is etemaad ko. Apney pallu baandh ke so jaty hai. Janey kyun us khaakey ki siyahi madham ho gayi hai. Over the counter viagra.
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Come Be My Illusion: A Tale Of Mundanity
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Come Be My Illusion. Friday, September 7, 2007. A Tale Of Mundanity. Http:/ kalenisis.deviantart.com/art/Does-it-Really-Matter-Whore-23623498. 1) Dribbling through my shadows,. A mundanity flows, sometimes like. A bout of nausea, or a rain soaked. Earth; perhaps a whore sucks lives. In every breath of yours. 2) Sculpted heart, with a smile and a gaze,. Formless mass stacked in a chair,. A stain on the shadow like a poetic mistake;. Which way a corpse would fall. On a multipolar stage? You are master yaara.
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Come Be My Illusion: April 2009
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Come Be My Illusion. Thursday, April 9, 2009. Hasrat us lakeer ki manend hai. Jo sihayi ke beghair veeraan rehty hai. Per har pal, har khwaab sisakty rehty hai. Phir ek din koi uska khaaka bun jata hai. Aur yun hasrat ko apni taabeer mil jaty hai. Hasrat ki soch uski taabeer pe ruk si jaty hai. Shayed wo is gumaan mein hai ke . Faqt ek khwaab uski aazmaish ka sahara hai. Aur hasrat is etemaad ko. Apney pallu baandh ke so jaty hai. Janey kyun us khaakey ki siyahi madham ho gayi hai. Links to this post.
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Come Be My Illusion: December 2008
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Come Be My Illusion. Thursday, December 11, 2008. Like a story unknown. Like the atheism forlorn. Embarrassed in a night’s cry. Like a shred of cloth you denied. Lagging behind your exclamations! Dreading your unkempt declarations. I am collecting my senses from my obsession. I will have to clean my wardrobe from longed conception. So do we stop now? Or start a new sentence? And as I write, the breaks remind me. Of the dreaded future tense. Tonight is the night that I change my hide,. Links to this post.
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Come Be My Illusion: The Muse Unfolds...
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Come Be My Illusion. Saturday, January 22, 2011. Dear dear illusion of apocalyptic sky. How have you been in the volcanic cry. The mushes, the lure, the galvanic eye. The one who staged your manic die. The plethora of dust, Hust.it must! You just couldnt see the gust of crust. Lust you cursed was bound to rust. The burst of soul, the locked unjust. The daily dose of fresh sublime. Cut into ears, the sour rhyme. The photofinished nostalgic mime. Left to burn.Time to crime! The two rounds of satanic whirl.
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Upon The Final Quasar: The epitaph of a Caesura
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Upon The Final Quasar. A passel of translucent yet reticent pacifism cascade onto my bizarre-self, picking up a cadence of their own. and I willing permit the ink to sabotage it again and again. Saturday, August 10, 2013. The epitaph of a Caesura. How the ink does betray this once unvarnished expanse of uncompromised quietude, as I wend a wistful sangfroid into an arguably decadent mélange of mellow reminiscences! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). New Delhi, India. View my complete profile.
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Come Be My Illusion: Ek Aetaraaf
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Come Be My Illusion. Monday, September 10, 2007. Wo padhtey rahey khuda ko khudaayi samajh ker. Hum likhtey rahey ghazal ko rubaayi samajh ker. Na band-dagi khoj paayey na hi aashiqi mili. Phir kyu le gaye wo duaa ko duhaayi samajh ker. Hum na madhosh they na hi zeehosh they. Thodey nazron mein they thodey roposh they. Jo aajazi ko tumney yun cheena is tarha. Ab to jee uthey hain pehlay khaamosh they. Jo noor ko jala dey wo hiddat hum mein nahi thi. Jo kaif ko bujha dey wo tadap ghum mein nahi thi. And j...
