Category: poetry
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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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sentimental stains
woke up at 5am in the winter morning and made your favourite cup of coffee. you took me in your arms, smelled my lavender scented hair and sipped your coffee as you laid on the warm mattress and told me that you loved me. painted only once a day just so i could make the…
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Serenade of Death by Rinzin Pradhan
Darn, the world is boundlessly filled with cruel people and cruelty is bounded with enormous hate; hate is built by those who desire to obtain more, and when you can’t obtain more than what you can grasp in your palms, it leads to nowhere. While you are in nowhere and have not a slightest clue…
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