I was invisible, ~
even in my own
dreams, ~
till a forgotten
voice ~
was yanked out of
me, ~
liberated at last.
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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
- 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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Twisted tears // run jaggedly // down my face // crooking their way // into my heart//
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- random funk
- Ink bleeds
- Metamorphose
- Aeronautic
- Plead
- Inception or ?
- Plastic smile
- Radicle of the sand and me
- Liquid dream
- Fountain Clock
- Beak
- enprisonen
- Truth the poem
- Soaring Me
- The Brain
- the moth and the light
- brand new clouds
- symbols
- standing by the aquarium
- Camera-eye
- Lotus
- Petrichor ~the name for the smell ofrain on dry gr...
- blood on the song
- Romance of a butterfly
- Climate change
- Weird philosophy
- Pie in the sky
- Apple tree
- Reminiscence
- Wayanad
- the stars in my eyes/ are but a reflection of/ the...
- Solo
- Vandalism
- Crow.Morning
- For a flower
- Dove
- Chinar : Pahalgam
- Moisture
- British school, Srinagar
- School ground.
- Honey bees
- Sunny morning
- dreaming the semi finished symphony
- mother earth
- Persian bird
- silent pop outs
- Nishath garden water falls
- betrayed !
- temple
- Home Alone
- dream impossible
- storms
- facebook and other virtual planets
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- Grammar
- Moon bakery
- Beneath the Shower
- Sonmarg. After Rain
- bird's song
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