Seasons slip by me
And my clothes remain the same.
I have become too insular.
Look at my blood flowers, because I write with a serene sharp blade that soothes. as much as cuts into the deepest parts of my soul.
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- Basit
- Calicut, Kerala, India
- Son, Mallu, Expeditionist, Whimsical Blogger, Pseudo Poet, Haiku thirst, Literaly anti-literal, Foodie, Coffee & PinkFloyd addict. floating bewilderedly through space-time continuum !
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- Cold silence, and a warm duvet pushing me; in...
- The stars are but tears shed by a miriad of unr...
- poems open doors; that don't even exist.
- All my time has been a raindrop,Sparkling and shi...
- On the coffee table is a framed photograph; the g...
- I hear the witches incantations, their spells wove...
- We all have our safe places, where none are invite...
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- Those masks we wear not to shield others; but our...
- ghosts of memories resonate and chase yesterday in...
- convoluted distortions, scripting thoughts without...
- All these mirrors carnival distortions of se...
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- that piece of you I hold inside always searching ...
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