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he asks me to be happy

useless, me helpless

i am not happy and he detests me

of not being happy and being happy

about it

and i think….hehe…is the only solution

next day

starting with a whitsle

he is only going to worry about

sorry i forgot

that’s what he detests

but i know

i am not gonna survive with this



i love her watery eyes…

but…here i am the same guy

not gonna reveal identities

gonna die in a tunnel

as i use..used tags  or


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dead man


he speaks loud


says nothing

they called him


and i named him  “noan”

noan is a bearded man

petaled eyes

netted face

exists nowhere

in the sprawl

meets lost people

halted in the travel

missed by all

noan is a record keeper

and speaks in mumblings

his sentences are jumbled

meanings are lost

living in a tent…you see him in dark

when relativity is lost

images are blurred

and middleton prevails

everything looks like trace

symbolic existence

and “noan” is same

he lives where symbols only prevail



he is a dead man

living on a high ground

do one thing to find him

sleep when you are tired

underneath a tree

and make sure you wake up

when darkness prevails

look around and no one is there

be confused and move fast

in any direction as you may

and you will see

fire crackles

yellow radiance

go nearby and there will be

dark silhouette


he is a sweet man

he’ll offer you a pungent supper

and then talk to him

since you are lost

tell him all your stories

he’ll listen

and then ask your confusion

about his existence

and yours


he’ll speak loud

and will say nothing

you wont realize that

but you’ll some how choose your direction

he wont travel with you

as he knows…its not preferable to travel with a dead man

and then one day someone will write a story

and it’ll start with you

slapping a boy coz he plucked your beloved



and then the story teller will realize

you still didn’t understood

rose was nothing

if not plucked

as it would have died anyways

boy at least provided it

due momentous love


and more “noan”

will be found

who speak loud and say nothing…

as boy was the dead man…

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educating the change


to be (not) pretentious

i pretend to be not

but moreover

it spills, as much i hide

guess, i am listening

trying hard to learn

but always slips

as words always hide…

maybe i know

but invest

to educate myself

and pretend

that others also got


but you know, its always short

and ends up at the most brilliant idea

when i assume, i can change

but change, changing, changed

seems continuous and baring

and then the ink dies

the time i was sure

could have written the change…

whisky or rum


I can see things everywhere


You know why?

Well I am drunk

or in my keyboard shift key

Is bigger than enter…


Or is it really binary

As I heard

Like yes or no

Or is it just go, try

take a hike…



Its both, or

Its usually none…

I am going to pee

And release

The confusion

As water is neutral

And it has acidity

Of none



Its so natural of being the


But the thing is

As usual for we freaks

Confusion is


So make your choice

Whisky or





Structure…..I can’t blend


Merging it to rituals and making it a image
Giving it a name

And acceptance came running

courtesy lauren mcgrath...

courtesy lauren mcgrath...

in aftermath
So is repetition…

I can’t blend
Colors’? No call them structure
I can’t blend structures

It becomes what it is…
Sometimes it isn’t…
Sometimes I blend
I can’t blend

I can’t blend
Because I lose reasons
So I lose images…so many
Blending…is iconography…
A politically correct policy

I am not saying what is right
And what is fallacy
What is said in here…
reasons inside
are surfacially outside…