Making Sense

  In this world, where we are Nothing but some tiny art Thinking and counting stars Where ever and whatever we are We don’t care about the scars When we are being dragged apart Into the abyss of broken hearts We are dreaming back to the start. © Akhand Singh, 2016 © An Empty Glass, 2016 Advertisements

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A Beautiful Chase

Dreaming to embrace the halo on our heads Here we are still lying on our beds Thinking that in few hours we’ll be a new leaf Growing up and walking towards certainties Worrying that there will be a lot more to think of Hurricanes, thunders and probably the drifters But I am sure; we will … Continue reading

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Three nights

Three nights of three wonderful smiles A drop of sugar and the world goes rhyme How much did you drink tonight? Not much, a few of that and a few of this I smile, thinking of my abyss Rolling on to the floor then I laugh This world and its magical stars My future and … Continue reading

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A Beautiful Life

Here we are impatient and reckless Sitting by the moon, dreaming of us Counting stars and these endless hours It’s strange and amazing as it gets Sailing on this boat of love We are already sinking to the lust This sensualness is prime on our mind Like neutrons we are ready to collide I am … Continue reading

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Flying High

Into the mountains, above the land Deep diving into the ocean of plans Small as it is, the world is shrinking We are here and there, in a spur of thinking Few long journeys, a few long drives Nothing is really long we reach to thrive The thrilling breaths seem infinite We are finally alive … Continue reading

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