God’s Son is dying.

Trying something other than poetry. This one is a long read, hope you bear with me as for most it would have very less context but the underlying truth is same for all as if WWIII happens, it will be over water.


A turn..

A new turn. I took a new turn, took a new lane. Took a path, dared the unknown treading a new terrain. It was a new song in the same old player! Took a long breath after a dead stare… A new season maybe! A new life that’s less hazy. A new turn maybe of …

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Democracy, it’s a truth, a mystery, Always befallen by your majesty Spending days without a piece of bread in my belly You being the “Duchess”, living in your aristocracy. Always the righteous, oh! You democracy.   As I walked down the pavement, of your self-proclaimed generosity. As I look up towards the "Antilla",  and stumbling …

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