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Life is an Art
Life is an artA seraphic madness and a nomadic beautyPlaced under our ribcage.Innate with the emotions I drench inAnd a stranger to the consciousnessI crave forMaybe this is how we were bornAware yet unaware of the fatePlaced in our palmsLacking wit and smiling so dynamicallyLetting this psychedelic insanityDrain the humanness out of our bloodLostIn between…
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Maybe if we bother a bit less about how we are found in the world’s eyes, we would be happier. We are so good in making up lies and pretending because we want the world to know that we are perfect even when we keep saying it’a just okay to be a mess. That is…
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Moments to Memories
Somethings are not meant for you. Somewhere in the middle, things change and nothing can mend it anymore. No matter how hard you try to stay in between and hold the two ends of the parting continents, in the end, after the heart break hits you like the earthquake, things eventually fall apart to their…
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Home is where I am with you.
It is a warm autumn afternoon in this little country side town, the housewives are drying out the laundry with a child on their tired back while the men are laboring at the new cement factory that came up some months ago. The older people lavishly sit on the lawn with rosaries in their hands…
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Prena Poetry 