Our Judgements

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Those trendy jeans with adorned holes?
Or torn rags that embellish the kitchen chores?

That arrogant corn which reluctantly pops?
Or the heroic efforts that shot him to the top?

Those orotund adjectives which nobody reads?
Or the bland creation without those beads?

That ugly stare from the adjacent creep?
Or an unspoken desire of a weird sheep?

Those revengeful eyes that refuse to close?
Or the pangs of grief that withered up the rose?

That lady who lost her honor in yet another heinous act?
Or another gimmick with a calculated tact?

Judgement, eh?
Judgement is the need!
No one’s certain
Which way it should be.

‘Cause the light
It mostly accentuates one way.
While the other one
Like a mean shadow,
Thinks of itself as a
Self righteous day.

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The Night & The Moon

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When the night wakes up
From its deep slumber,
It’s elated about
The inevitable thunder.

Ready for the silent reckoning
Of the voyeurs of death,
The evil fangs shine
As if lovers just met.

But the grim reaper
To his utter dismay
Silences the army.
As the thrill is gone tonight!
‘Cause the moon is on tonight!!

Unhinged Dreams

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I was absent!

‘Cause the realist
Was explicable.
‘Cause the patterns
Were predictable.
And the end
Was inevitable.

Meanwhile, I was dreaming!

For the bizarre
Were absurdly humorous,
For the labyrinths
Were beautifully paradoxical,
And the end
Was just another tiny comma,

The Harbingers of Joy

Across the streams of livelihood
With silent wings by the side,
Slides the simple creature
Into the passage of time.

An accidental glance at the beholder’s plight,
Ends a spell of perennial drought.
And showers incessant droplets,
Completing the loop with another naught.

As the nature prides itself
With riches out of one’s way,
Oblivious is the harbinger,
Who is just drifting through another day.

The Lethal Game

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Casually strolling,
Wondering about the ifs & the elses.
A deep hissing sound
Knocks out his senses.

A powerful kiss
Reveals the true intensity.
The hunters strike,
In utmost propinquity.

The potion strong,
The notion unclear.
The stroll crooked,
And the prey in fear.

Hallucinations smile
As windows open.
Blinding occurs
As he receives the token.

Kaleidoscopes shatter
As colors disintegrate.
Faces glitter
Like crazy diamonds on a date.

Metamorphosis dawns
As the pupils dilate.
Fangs appear
As the potion dictates.

He finds himself stealthily strolling,
Trying to sniff the fear around.
Brings back treat for the team,
His very own deep hissing sound.


“Hallucinations seem real
As lines blur.
Look out for the snakes.
“Cause snakes never purr!!”