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Ignorance Is No Longer Just Bliss

He sits on the tulip as the petals close,
drenched in red, soaked,
a bruise on his neck, whips pound his chest,
and they say he died of overdose.

men avert from his death, women hide,
sums of money were paid,made to confide,
clouds tear up as they look from above,
he who cradles between life and death, forever gone now.

But nothing else matters,
sympathetic sighs rise from the crowds,
but laughter arose at the back when he choked,
the oppressor grinned with every law he broke,

the god of death who once wept for his child,
now smirks at humanity's penchant for genocide,
they say casteism is gone,they say apartheid is dead,
they say a lot, yet a black man lies on his eternal bed,
and they say he was frightened to death.

(Image-5)
(Cliche-frightened to death)
(Song-nothing else matters)
(Date-28th April,2016)

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Angel Devil

bloods curdle into sour pastes,

touches reek of bitter tastes,

an unethical monster,

a lustful devil,

an insult to society.

 

a burning heart and soul laced,

two lips and her happiness blazed,

but what about her?

she who walks home to hell,

a torn body without any gauge.

 

the risk of love and lost morality,

dreams of drowned reality,

she who slits her wrists,

she who kills her lust,

she who stabs the beast and yet returns.

 

a tigress undercover now revealed,

the brutalist under her soft frame, unveiled,

confined in her lonely cage,

the nefarious angel-devil,

now forlorn, now forever gone.

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Hope

I fail to sleep,
I fail at nothing at all,
yet, today I fail to sleep,
for the clouds pour, with echoing thunder,
upon my room,
a room with no walls.

A smell of delusion lurks in the air,
and makes its way through my roof,
the clock is ticking,
I beg it to stop, but it ticks,
and that's how time moves,
Inconsiderate, unfeeling, obstinate.

Time now slips off my hand,
and I curse the rain,
but the tears blend so beautifully,
as the rain courses down my eyes,
rests upon my skin,
and like time, slips by.

some invite sunshine,
and dance in its glee,
yellow frocks, cups of tea,
and a loving hand to hold,
but what if the rain is all I can call?
will this be only imaginable to me?

So I bathe,
hoping to wash my sins,
but the rain peppers my agony,
like a chef,
so intricate of his spice,
yet,pains his make beneath.

But you held out your hand,
and the dust crumbled away,
my blood learned how to breath,
you held my hand, but my fingers slid,
unwillingly, unwittingly,
and I cursed the rain again.

My soul dances,
dances so you'd turn,
but I stand where I am,
I beg my limbs to move,
so they grace the soul inside,
they don't,

I beg my arms to stretch,
so you'd come running back,
they don't,
and now the abyss calls out your name,
I plead my skin to tear apart,
so you can see the flames inside me,
my surreal heart.

But here I am,
frothing at my lungs,
in a pool of blood that flows to your accord,
your skin in my arms,
and you gone,
your breath begins to leave my mouth.

And I'm rendered,
left with an anecdote,
and my scarlet hands, wear the blood of my hope.

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I Like Muslims- Contest

You trembled the morning he asked you for bread, 
Unfleeting suspicions raced to your mind,
Your eyes sang prayers,
Prayers they hadn't sung in years,
For the fireworks that you had designed.

Your son had thrown stones at his door,
Laughed at the kohl in his eyes,
But has seen the growing patient delight,
From a time when Taqiyahs did not decide,
A trust borne of painful demise.

The sonorous boom of a detonation,
Red alleys in the streetlight,
Or the delicate emulsion of blood in rain,
Whence left behind their daunting stain,
Had blurred your trusting sight.

The night he returned, 
His kohl mixed with blood,
And a cape of colours dressed his skin,
A part of you died within,
A pain in your heart churned.

You touched the ground,
Hoping to clean his blood off the porch,
The stains remained,
You hoped that his body decayed,
But his torso blessed the floor.

The 5 o clock prayers, the ones you loathed,
your ears yearn to touch their notes,
The taqiyah soaked in sweat,
You hold it closer to your chest, 
and as soon as those feelings were loaned,
You only found his stolen bone.

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The Hallucination

White waves that crash upon the shore,
An aestheric sunset,amber and raw,
Dusky sands peppered with the ash of bones,
A vigour of blue,leaves every heart wanting more,
Stroking her beautiful cheeks,he saw,
In the depth of her eyes ,a place forlorn,
Her golden eyelashes covered her brown core.

A beastly wind,the drastic thunder,
the pour of rain,feeds the pitiless storm,
The sky,a greasy course tarnished with white,
Souls flash in the rain, immoral blunder,
Their eyes shine with sin in bloody forms,
Lips that tearfully wronged the right,
As reckless as thunder,a handsome blunder.

The serenity of the chirps,
Serenading birds on the peak of the branch,
The beautiful monsters of nature,
Just like the soul in her eyes,they rise up,
To him she's beauty in an avalanche,
A beast without a nomenclature,
A spirit in her charm,disturbed.

The beauty of drops of dew on the grass,
Energies of gushing waterfalls,
Or mere ripples that grace the stillness,
She was a breeze that wore off the brass,
A dreadful reality,to him calls,
Like a painful,incurable illness,
He learns that his apparition won't last.

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Too Close, Too Far

still, motionless in your cage,
your lips ruby, your skin beige,
the breeze sings to your body so pale,
and lifts you up as into the sky you sail,

broken crayons still color and broken hearts love,
saw a million faces each day but you were a blessing from above,
people walk past with only regret to show,
but for you, angels fly and storms blow,

your body molders with every day,
the pallor burns on your coffin of hay,
captured the memories of the words you said,
and they now blossom in purple and red.

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The Burnt Beauty

the tears of futility rain,

on her beautiful stained frame,

color crimson runs the lines,

of the paths etched into her mind,

 

but it cant hurt, say those who care?

the relentless laws of pain do not spare,

a lot respect, a lost pride,

 The tears that she denied

 

fear, ambition and passion drove,

a lust of work to a lust of love,

droplets from her eyes course down,

alas the queen abdicated her crown.

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Lost Love

bloodshot, weary eyes,
burning as though they were thine,
blood rises quietly still,
the poison flows as though it kills.

in a moment a change or not,
an eternal reality that was lost ,
comes back in the shape of a spear,
comes back in the shape of a tear.

a perpetual drought , now parched,
a heart once straight, now arched,
when you get the freedom you want,
but realize that your love is lost.

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Drugged Apparition

Quixotic reality to flatter your mind,
Your eyes so wintry scour a soul so dark,
A bleeding corpse on a pyre, fragile,
Unclad midnights against a wall so cold,
Touched and drugged by fears foretold,
Halucinations and reminiscence of a body made stark,
Her hands clap to the trance of tragedy, a trance too bold,
Memories and phantasms deluged one of their kind.

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Rhyme scheme : abaccbca

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One of Her Kind -Dedicated To All Those Who Suffered Because of Their Sexual Preferance

She sat on the side of her bed,
A bloodied whip,the scars on her neck,
Still a perfect crimson,still a beautiful red,
Droplets of water moiston her lips,
A serene fury ignited by a salty taste.

She who curses humanity under her breath, 
A burning wick upon the sand,
She,the one sho deserves death,
For being one of a kind,
And outcast to society.

In the midst of her mess,
She who finds pleasu
re in a picture,
But of a beauty nonetheless,
For shes one of her kind,
A liar and a threat

Stoned,trampled,wounded to be bandaged again,
A danger, for her canvas is burnt,
A meek mouse with a lion's mane,
Stands up for her rights,
Stands up to be caned.

She's the beautiful beast,
Every girls fantasy queen,
The one who loved a woman, truly atleast,
She was one of her kind,
A mark in history,a goddess in her shrine.