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Purpose of Lucifer
Hello world, I am god.On Earth, I had the dream to create life.I am the one who painted green.First, I wove grass — they served a purpose,Held onto the skin of my Earth.Then, I chiseled trees with a different purpose,Gave them fruit, knowing that someday,These fruits would serve some greater cause.I honed my skills, ventured…
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Crossover to the Adversary
In these postmodern surreal dark verses, you explore a haunting journey through chaos and revelation, where every verse delves deeper into the struggles and triumphs of the human spirit.
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Death of the Abolitionist
You keep running through the trenches,Ignoring the dead beneath your boots;Time trails silently behind. It’s dark —The world painted in shades of green,Blood turns black,Seeping from mangled bonesAs you step over them. You glance back.Between twin flames of burning trees,You see her —Fading slowly into your essence,Her hand in yours,Guiding you forward. Footsteps thunder across…
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Birth of the Flow
The next best thing to death is sleep, murmured the debutant:“Believe it is true, believe it blindfolded,Seek not the why or the wherefore.”For the answer has wept in repentant echoes through endless eons.Colours, viewed through the kaleidoscope of time,Warp the soundings perceived,Etched swiftly to gauge the depths of the mantling lake.Out there, unsheltered, rests the…
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Escaping the Bubble
Relentless drops endure the distance.Wandering hands probe for an aperture. Anxious. Semi-ajar panes shove asidethose desperate to flee the Bubble,stretching weary arms,pleading for survival. Desperate. Within, there is no life,no comfort, no peace.Alone drifts a vast throng,sweeping through sublime ecstasies,palpable joys. Surrounding, countless souls adrift,divided by an unfathomable closeness.So close,yet so apart. Dethroned. Each peering…
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Tethered to Reality
From the yearning stell, brilliance conferred upon the barbed wires.The chiseled ends sparkle like golden blue crystals on daring rose petals.Oceans locked and killed within the prison of reality,As Ignorance shames, tortured andMutilated by the harshness of existence.Deep within the heart, indignation lies silent.Aspirations are but oddities.Truths shackled, barred from embracing thoughts of tenderness.Acceptance quenches…
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Perplexed Choice
The peals of laughter, how they seem so spiteful,With a touch that feigns sympathy, truly spiteful.Cursed, indeed, feels everything in this life —A relentless echo in the void of strife. Yet life itself, a vicious cycle cursed,Birthing superfluous emotions, overflowing with false redemptions,Stretching beyond the grasp of the tattered, the scattered —Those grains caught in…
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Why in Vain
Why do I write again?Why am I in pain?Why can’t things be right? Why you ask, why again? Why can’t people do goodWhy can’t dreams come trueWhy aren’t things controlled? Why you ask why untold? Why shall one see resultsWhy must there be a solutionWhy can’t roads be smooth? Why you ask, why not understood?…
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Life Again
Today I woke upAnd events unfolded!Soon, I’ll go to sleep, dream,And seek to amend.Tomorrow I’ll wake once moreAnd more events will transpire.Again I’ll return to sleep and dream.So, what does one recommend?
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Cycles of the Unseen
You feel the tender should,But it does not when it could.You map its wean, its silent route,Yet it moves not, stands mute. Peeping through your own eyes,You dream of wisps, of clouded skies.With wrinkled skin and furrowed brows,You feel that life never allows. Still fresh in life’s stern game,Where responsibility lays a hidden claim.Only experience,…
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Shamasis Bhattacharya 