Death Comes To All Of Us

Death comes to all of us We run, we hide but the efforts are futile Over the time we succumb to this life That little sneaky bastard grabs us all There is no escape and riddance of the stealth But the existence of darkness that grabs you. What matters is how you live today Not … Continue reading

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The End

A part fool and a part brave Necessary daemon with an angel’s face Wrapped up in a winter of the sun Hiding in the mountains where never light has shone To this life we hold so dear There is an end unimaginably near So to tell the story, we walk to far distance Singing the … Continue reading

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Reaped

And then you decide to shine To drink and rhyme Funny world and funny people Crazy and alone is this night We are the fruits of hard labor Grown to be reaped of joy Succumb to the social cry And then left to spread the false smile Let the blood know it’s enough You don’t … Continue reading

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Smallest Star

I wish I was the smallest star. Farther from the ground of scars. Alone I would have floated in the space. Probably pondered over our dying race. Maybe I would have dreamt to be here. Sipping the booze on the bar held so dear. Feeling tipsy as the life would have struck me. Or dancing … Continue reading

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How Do You Survive The Shame?

How do you survive the shame? The guilt of not being born, a follower. When the subject matters, but the heart differs. Who do you choose? The right or the wrong. How do you figure out the world, bulging out of your arms. When does this pain end? Death or a decision. Standing on the … Continue reading

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CHOICE

Originally posted on Lostforever:
I have always wondered; How important is CHOOSING? Wise men do not seem to give up easily To install the importance of choosing in me Mr. Frost talk about “choosing the road lesser traveled” “Choice- not chance determines your destiny”: Says Aristotle Mr. Vonnegut says: “be careful about what we pretend…

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“Make glorious, amazing mistakes.”

Originally posted on The Daily Post:
In Neil Gaiman’s now famous 2012 commencement speech at the University of the Arts, he offers some excellent advice to free us from perfectionism, imploring us to simply create — to make art — no matter what. What’s wonderful about this advice is that it applies to any creative…

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27 Days of Slumber

How does it feel to be alive? Uncounted breaths for a run of thousand miles, a little of suspense I guess.   It has been enough of slacking in the past I am all awake now, wide eyes and red heart It’s about time to turn the tide Bring out the best and wake up the beast inside … Continue reading

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8,18 to 28

Almost about two decades in the past, I turned 8, I have no clue how was it, but I remember that I was so excited with the very concept of people coming over my house for a party, I was excited about cutting the cake, wearing new clothes, distributing chocolates and praying to god. I was … Continue reading

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I will be Found

May be lost in the middle of everything Surrounded by the smoke of a burnt down city But I will be found, with a song of congeniality Life will shine in a proximity Who cares if nobody is looking for me I am still way head of the crowd and walking to the sea I will … Continue reading

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It Can be Done

Who said It can’t be done Anything is possible If you have the desire for success Trust yourself, have some faith Work hard and harder to win the race Break some rules, don’t be afraid What if you fail sometimes, at-least it is worth the trying Grab that heart of a lion, boast and roar. … Continue reading

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Inked

Black and red the sketch of pride A gift and a token on the shoulder so wide It’s not just a tattoo but the ink of faith Scribbled on this brown skin with a happy face The pain of needles and the the blood so warm I don’t care, me getting inked is not just … Continue reading

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Happy and Motivated

Living life to the fullest with few risks and few shocks I still believe, quitting is  a job I wouldn’t sign up for. I will run that extra mile, skip few breaths and climb up very high for life seems  a puzzle to me, a bottle of wine would still suffice Sometimes too much of drama … Continue reading

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Love Is Beyond My Words

Love is beyond my words The strangeness of my heart, the beautiful dove A little complex and a twisted nerve But it feels good in any kind of verse. © Akhand Singh, 2014 © An Empty Glass, 2014

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Soul In Parallel Universe

A mind so twisted, the soul in its parallel universe We fight for the reasons those are invalid, yet reasonable for the quarrel verse Perplexing bonds and threads of blood Few hungry beings, the egoistic thirst Damned heart, the road to the hell down below We were suppose to live for love, but we’ve endured … Continue reading

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The End or Eternity?

Rusty skin, the soul so broken A life lived with tons of guilt and the beliefs so shaken I wonder why I cared for strangers when my own were scattered The heart of a dragon, the pride of a lion But the life of a drunk, an outcast, a promising cracken Bleeding just to feel … Continue reading

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Have you ever thought about dying?

Have you ever thought about dying? I have, a million time How is it going to be? I wonder Smooth or simple, may be an accident Blood all around, the heart break sound Is it going to embrace me? I wonder A cute peck on the heart, or a shock of surrender Few breaths left, … Continue reading

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Rolling Into Another Phase

Wait! Did it just happen? Lightening struck me, the eyes wide open Am I just dreaming? Is this the right emotion? Seemed I waited a century for this day Finally, there is love, a relief and a lot of happiness on my way Really close, I am very near to the destiny Raise your glasses … Continue reading

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We were born free into slavery

All the way up to the mountain we climb Dragging ourselves over the sticks and stones of time Bleeding blue and red, the song that still rhymes Is willing to live an open and adaptable life is a crime? Where are the virtue and self-righteousness? The bars of right and wrong are just imposing this … Continue reading

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The Conceptual and Complicated Amor

The eyes searching for love, The desire to hope for the dove Strangled and tired with the burden of truth We still survive a another day with the fuss What is love without the hope? What is love without the outcome? It’s complicated, the assumption of mind Few drops of honey yet the taste of lime Isn’t love … Continue reading

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