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MIRROR'S CORNER

Everyone has got tense mood. Know the true mind of writers in this category. This is the place where writing meets with reality.

I stand a probability of love. My uncertainty stays like the weather, I remain the placenta of tears, My sore eyes speak of grief. A damaged seed Caressed by the soil, Watered with care, Remains a reduced yield. Trapped a blood prisoner In this sick cell, Bloody hell, my...

DEATH

Living and breathing is free, With enough oxygen to breathe. It came and acted in greed, Robbed it of air and took out the breed. Little anti-dotes and biotics to heal, With a little overdose enough to kill. It came and fed it with toxins, Robbed...
Sitting on my balcony. Aleppo comes out of the dark. Black and deserted, it spreads before me. No sounds. No moves. No noise. Except sporadic gunshots From nowhere. And drones and missiles Dumping shells after shells Dry coughs are whistled. Someone is about to leave the world. Cries. Cries. And...
Did i tell you i found a young pleasing girl? One who is a daughter of a king. And by implication, a Princess. A great Queen to be, Her royalty unmatched, Her dignity untouched. I also found a young charming boy. The son of a king. Who also...
Sweat, tears and blood, They're finally at the finals, The crowd is cheering them, All they've ever wanted. One last hurdle to jump, One last battle to fight, One last race to run, 90minutes to glory. Trophy beckoning to them, Heavens beckoning to them, They answered heaven's call....
Adieu to the rumbling gyrations, Goodbye to the running generations, In the season of yuletide reflections. Christmas in the gully air, Fathers singing the jingle bells, And mothers playing the cooking pots. Tis' the season of immense happiness, From the little gifts that counts, To the pecks of infinite amazing grace. Albeit...
 From utopia to Mars. From pain to vain. From dusk to dust. Roaming the street of despair Frets of survival lingers With little dots of fear. Craggy in all expectations. Varying peace and tranquility Vocals of the deserted. From captivity we hail Home built on the terrains Like whores peaking...
You don't know what I pass through, To painfully let my pen bleed. Whether I stab it, puncture it, rip it open Or even kill it. You don't give a damn If I spill a thousand litres of ink, Just to conjure a sentence....
  Inscribed in the heart of men Mighty works of the fallen heads Like a gigolo as the Catholic priest. Drops of beautiful cravings Dancing on to glory The firstborn of all frivolities. Merrymaking in the palace of the forsaken With resounding cymbals cremating silence A moment to savour in fairytales. Shocked...

ALONE

All work no pay turn wet bones dry, Soaring heat synchronous with goods' high price, No change, progress static, mounting a miserable life. And I still go back home to my ever-angry wife. Tweaking the sun and the moon in an elliptical mode, Still leaves of change refuse to unfold, Situations...

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