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Thoughts of the pressed madman/pressed by burden of self truth/ atlast he howls prior death/ his howl mated with a nightingle's coo/ and a poetry is born

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I miss Her

I put in my thoughts through The Black buttons Into the soul of information The Internet.   Come read, all who can Come read and … Love, despise and ignore I am open.   Billions and more of uncertain particles Hold and sustain it all All that we say sing paint act and outpour We … Continue reading I miss Her →

littleliteraturekc Poetry, Uncategorized 2 Comments Feb 4, 2019 1 Minute

A Sword For Ever

A sword for ever. All swords are not blunt, But All swords would go blunt. A sword for ever.

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Story : Hira

The sun had its own mood swings. Broadly seasons. But minutely it even differs from person to person how we interpret it. Even in some mid-days the Sun can be mild enough for a quick tryst. He could see her wife from his shade. She is hanging the clothes in the winter sun to dry. … Continue reading Story : Hira →

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Why Should I Even Care

Why should I even care   I will die As dies any mole, horse or shoe.   My children will not remember me, but my name, But a few habits of mine ‘Me’ is not for forever.   I look at the orange sky, mating with dark As the sun has set, the colors are … Continue reading Why Should I Even Care →

littleliteraturekc Poetry, Uncategorized 9 Comments Jan 7, 2019Jan 7, 2019 1 Minute

Only, at times, an illusion is truth

I do not Like that Coming But I hope I will For it brings great promises Though I am promised nothing Only, at times, an illusion is truth.

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False Mysteries

Far away windows A crack in the wall Their Mystery helps me breathe in.

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Lost Chisels

I wanted to carve wood in a cyber city The wood arrived online The Chisels are lost even before they could arrive Now I can’t engrave flowers Over polished parts of plant corpses

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