I am in search of a carve to hide myself in jet black
Where a bathing pose is not taken as vulgarity
And after rubbing my tongue against the cavity of my mouth
I do not produce same kind of monotonous tunes
The art of deception is now a known fossil,
No curiosity is roused within me
with hate or love
as it is better to be stoic than to response a false call.
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Red Wall
Some tools, tables, chairs or laddersNear to the red wall with fine pieces of artTo lift up those who are shortTo make them strong they are required foodAnd to make them healthy who are weak we required medicineAnd a request is sent to the trainers to train people who are unskilledA teacher is also brought…
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I love my love
But you never loveAs my love should love me.yougot yourcolourful wingsand youflybut I am never invitedleft asa flower without butterflyYou are the wishYou are the desireEvery one loves to fill withBut my heart pangs in despair.Even if Iclose my eyes and shut my mindMy heart knows you comein as a rainIn the hearts of people…
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I did a blunder
Once i indulgedIn the illusions of hopeI have two keen eyesBut i shut themWhen i needed to see the painful truthi have sharp earsbut i was not brave enoughto listen the song of that syrenthe pain turned into a hilland i became a beasti was never a wise mani did a serious blunderthe beast in…
Love is hate
Love is passionIt is played with full affectionLove is companionIt teaches to live togetherLove is careIf the game is kept fairLove is compromiseWhen made lives become paradiseLove is delightWhen avoided doubtLove is sacrificeand it is made in complete silenceLove is sweet painNo matter whether you lose and winLove is nice beautifulWhen partners are faithful
I am in search of a carve to hide myself in jet black
Where a bathing pose is not taken as vulgarity
And after rubbing my tongue against the cavity of my mouth
I do not produce same kind of monotonous tunes
The art of deception is now a known fossil,
No curiosity is roused within me
with hate or love
as it is better to be stoic than to response a false call.
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I am with pen and paperin the field of ideas,the ink of my ‘will’is fighting to leavea mark on the mapof your mind,a thousand miles,untrodenof past and future,a stubborn boy of nineteentrying to impress a sweet sixteen,a cock fight never to end,the new dares to replace the old,a track is not enough to run the…