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allergy…and dark glares


give me more of white

and i’ll show¬†you what is colour of milk

give me more of black

and every night will be coloured

give me more in hands of condradictions

and richness is all, everyone will experience…


i don’t claim of knowing

but instincts and contradictions prove to be suffiicient…

that is why…

dreaming is never sufficient…

hopefully you and I understand…what i intend.


Brothers…they leave


brothers, they leave

mother knows

fighting teenagers

affection grows and then we hear

brothers leave

ask my father

he is a brother or was

ask everyone elder

they are or they were

brothers leave

boundaries made

peace is future

when walls are drawn

walls are guardians

of love

Mother knows, why walls must be drawn

as mother worries

love be there or not


peace must be brokered

ground must be tilted

walls must be drawn

dream poet dream

light candles

but we must build

because mother of brothers knows

with every child

walls must be drawn…



small unseen errors

changing the system

the form is waiting to be affected

as details will differ…

had a choice

since the errors were minuscule

but correcting them required

overhauling of the whole

more time and patience…


since they were unseen

i carried on

and adjusted the details in correspondence

of errors…

now what i see…in aftermath


of complete system…

and going back is possible

only if time gets reverse…

more than next


seeing the future

too much…

time involved

far far away

lines drawn on

line drawn

gazing the sun

it’s harsh

blinds closed

orange imprinted on mind


eyes, not needed anymore

time still passes by

nothing helps

hearing small small things

only waiting for moment

next to next of

just passed by…

cad definition


look into perfection
look more
cant see anything
everything perfect?

zoom in
roam around
live within, derive definition
spend time
now look again
what do you see?

lines don’t meet?
what else do you see?
medium is eerie
surface lagged

now check your units, of zooming in
does it exceeds, like mm/100, mm/1000
is it, yes?
zoom out

life is good
be happy…

salute en masse



all around me

some have gotten older

with medals

other seem to be surviving

everyone alive

of the sunken ship

as sea is meant to save humanity

lucky ones died

as they struggled against the sea

for drowning

or they borned heavy

lucky dead

now hung as posters


die again and again

luckily in stories

as survivors love to live with

dead people faith

they call it, their own history

surviving by fate

surviving by willfulness

surviving in mass

surviving, hoping to die younger

surviving hoping

surviving head towards sky…and nose underneath

surviving shameless

surviving heavily

not heavy enough for drowning

as dead seemed dead for forever

they were never alive

so i never learnt

the art of dying…