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How you two sit together,
wonderful.
Wonderful.

I am so bad at mathematics,
but I love how you guys look,
sweet.

No complaints.
Nice.

There is no meaning, I know,
but I am just  immersed-
in your elegance.

That hatred  in your pocket,
fake smile above your shoulder,
stains under your sleeve,
the filth between your thoughts,
beauty.

Real beauty.
Wonderful.

Death

I know,
you started teasing me now.
a pain in the chest,
sleepless night,
confusing dreams,
a weak voice,
my growing limp...
I know.
you are teasing me now.
But, don't hesitate to enter.
don't bother to ring the bell.
The door is always open.
for someone to fly away-
or someone to be home.

Otherside

This road is muddy,
it has all the memories-
one top of another.
every sound takes you to somewhere.
No.
I shouldn't be going through this again.
I went back.

Started on the other road.
Clean. 
Not even a bird demanding your attention.
I felt little lonely.
Silence started torturing me.
No.
I went back.

While starting on the other road again,
the security man said.
" The ride is over sir"

It is between you and me.
"i told everything to god"...
she stood like a candle.
she said " i don't believe in god- but,can you share the address"?

Dance

Please dance,
for there is no point-
to stop and ask,
who skipped the step.

Them

He left for a tree,
she, for a flower.
their kid went back.

White,

yellow,

green,

red,

blue

and then a 
black stroke.

From here and gone there,
from this to that,
I have gone far,
but I found nothing
because my brain
doesn't travel with my mind.
Please me I will stay.

While he lost 
his daughter and-
she lost her son,
While she became
a mother,
he became
father of two.
While some
were strangled,
some climbed
with the flags.
While she left us,
us left them.
He left to kill,
she left to breed.
And then someone turned 39.
How wonderful Is that.
A candle just died.

Future

They never crossed that river,
Raven thus spoke,
"We shall cross the river now.
Tomorrow it may
turn to an ocean."

No, I said in my dream-
and then I woke up.
"Yes" was knocking my door.

The globe on your table,
Countries divided by small strokes of black ink.
You crossed the border-
touched all the ground.
You returned home,
I heard you asking for love.

Oxygen, don't you know
that you are too scientific ?
Here in my place 
it is about religion and class.
Nobody remembers
breathing you.
Oxygen replied,
"I have not seen dead people
breathing me either"

As I leave that door, 
I expect a window to appear 
and promise me a door. 

Pregnant dark cottons
cleaned my facade.
Sprouted lonely souls 
wore green.
I know it will take more time-
to erase your footprints.
But I see it is fading.
Rain, bless me.

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It can keep you healthy. 
You don't need food. 
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Jaihind team

Signs on their forehead,
palms with brutal lines.
They circle a small tree.
They only prayed for-
love and vengeance.
Shrouded by secrets,
they will kill you-
with rusted love.
Now I hear a hibiscus scream.
They are here.

Under the sun,
before a smile,
In the middle of chaos,
near that hanging rope,
In a ruined city,
behind that cruel king,
next to your unbalanced life,
on a bloody shore,
just before you inhale,
right in the middle of a kiss,
in the very breath of hatred,
before a sinking boat,
inside a closed bottle,
down six feet of a rotten farmer,
under the skin of an assassin,
in the eyes of a cruel kid,
"You will see me".
she whispered and walked away.

A blue smoke,
sometimes dark and cozy,
a greeting with your wild smile,
a song which is-
as fast as your soul,
Brother,
I am painting my sky.
And I would see you
on the rainbow,
as I am almost there....

Such are those roses,
which never haunted lovers,
spilling the blood,
they are watching blue.