ENTIRE WORLD IS MY IMAGINATION AND FRAGILE AS A PIECE OF GLASS
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In His Prime, 09/04/2026, 20:41

He looked a bit above his age —
For went through burning fire.
He was inordinately sage,
Been dancing on a wire.

He’s seen it all; the ride was rough,
Took dives and hit the bottom.
There was so much he had enough —
No life in silk and cotton.

As tension grew and pressure built,
He played it smooth and clear,
And was the one to pay the bill —
As was, indeed, it dear.

And even then, when all the brave
Stooped low and tried to veer,
He took the roads that weren’t paved —
Evasions, lies, and smear.

He learned it fast and learned it soon:
No single thing’s unnoticed.
One hundred twenty harvest moons
And ninety equinoxes.

Were switching to a smolder mode,
Continued stubs to glare.
He picked the keys and cracked the code —
As less he couldn’t care.

A biased viewer,15/10/2021, 03:08

Expanding deeper from within
And standing on its own.
A purpose for existing means,
The magic inner world.
The outstanding inner self,
Abnormal, strange and alien.
The expectation to coerce,
And meet, though would it barely.
No single standard is intact,
It wouldn’t fit the framework.
And yet there is a clear plan,
There’s something it would aim for.
Expanding is the universe,
It is the brightest star,
Its world is chapter and the verse,
For real connoisseurs.
Not many people would accept,
Appreciate would fewer.
But I enjoyed as we incept,
Although a biased viewer.
Expanding deeper from within,
To none it’s standing second.
Involved a lot and yet is clean.
Is valued every second.

Freedom Banner, 16/11/2019, 08:51

That winter night
Truth came to light,

So little then they knew.

They’ve bet their lives
And paid the price,

No waiver for the due.

And ever since
The nightmare dreams

Became a sad recurrence.

Those nightmare dreams
With bloody scenes —

Continuous disturbance.

The stakes were high,
The win came by

With final proper claim.

That image thing,
Almighty king

Stood up on feet of clay.

Faithbraking stroke,
Machine gun’s smoke.

Dispelled all the belives.

They’d rather die,
But fly so high.

Than live on their knees.

What cherished they
All went astray,

The fear and the pain.

That winter night,
The tracers light,

The place was not the same.

They did what praised,
The banner raised.

Awaited freedom banner.

What was then gained,
Was not in vain.

Commitment was examined.

A Warrior, 06/10/2019, 09:02

She’s taught to have a social talk,
She’s taught a lot from scratch.
A lot of what she has to walk
Along with, has no match.
She’s taught to always shine and smile,
Ignoring grief or pain.
And all the time she comes with style,
No matter snow or rain.
No matter what a twist will take
Her life, and what a blow.
She’s not afraid to put at stake
It all, and even more.
She’s not afraid to risk it all
No matter what a strike.
An evening gown and overalls,
Suit perfectly alike.
She’s taught to have a social talk,
She’s taught a lot from scratch.
A lot of what she has to walk
Along with, has no match.

The Scientist, 03/10/2019, 23:29

She is a true researcher,
Her methods and her tools.
She even does the paint job,
Of table and the stool.
She is a true explorer,
And when it comes to her,
She isn’t even bothered.
So much she’s down-to-earth.
Whatever is the challenge,
She’s lending helping hand.
There’s nothing she can’t manage,
She’s always in demand.
She is a true researcher,
No time to catch a nap.
She even does the paint job
Of table in her lab.

Simplicity with Class, 01/10/2019, 06:13

A simple twist of head,
Her chin is on her hand.
Her story leaves a tread,
Her hair’s silky strand!
An enigmatic smile,
Is casting deep and far.
Unprecedented style.
Shines like a shooting star.
She’s always up to it,
Whatever’s on her mind.
A perfect conduit.
One of a special kind.
So rare to come by
Is everything she does.
She’s able to combine.
Simplicity with class.