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the world when you are the king

and  your  wish  their command,

people serving your needs

and  life full of bliss.

Dear child,

It’s all  an illusion

the reality is a nightmare

you can’t wake up from.

besieged by the ghosts

the life fades insidious…





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Stranded amidst the desert,

Staggering in the sands, she

wandered alone seeking aid.

Desert is not a haven, but-

a severe hostile domain.

Animals await your fall

to feed upon you, and

your own eyes deceives you

by the vision of prosperous mirages

of trickster desert.

No one here can be trusted

not even the nature

one can only keep moving

expecting a miracle…




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It has been a while I have written something here. Mainly due to hectic schedule and change in circumstances. Fluctuating life and inability to see through the obstacles that keep on coming before me. Will there be an end to all this? I’m not sure yet.

I’m still searching for my so called special skill which is so good in hiding. Maybe some people are born without any skill? Or it’s just me! I regret many of my decisions and oft when I realize it’s too late. Blessed are the ones who are not having restraints while taking decision or the ones whose wrong decisions won’t affect them even if it goes against them.


via Daily Prompt: Opaque.

An abstract of life


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The little things used to amuse me

the way rain kisses the earth,

the sun peeping through the clouds and

the waves nibbling the shore.

But with age things altered,

losing the ability to feel,

the things once I loved.

The days turned strange

 beautiful sunsets and sunrise shifted to

 dreadful weekdays and weekends.

The more I endured, the more I

lost the gift to cherish those moments.

Not sure when I lost all those or how

but all I’m certain is that ,

I’m a matchstick waiting for its quietus.