Abhinit Chute (abz)
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Abhinit Chute (abz) Poems
Walking down, I see half- burnt killer pipes, Lying on the streets, after hurting many lives.. The silly lips who touch the burning devil, Are to be dead soon, can't sign even their 'will'!
The Washing Machine
It started as the water was poured down; With the powder disguised in white.. The protectors of the human skin were dumped.. The meter twisted by 90,
A Mother's Love
There are times when only a mother's Love Can understand our tears.. Can soothe our disappointments; Can calm our fears...
It's a damn hot day, and i'm sitting there.. I'm alone, but my mind's else somewhere.. The metre bulb is glowin', there's no power-cut.. I can't imagine how can i resist an 'All Fans Shut'? !
Back To Nest
Up to the terrace For it seems overcast as I vision in As I look above, here and there For what wondered my sense of listening
I'm gonna miss you guys so bad
I rushed out, Was stunned to see a lock on your door.. And then it came A feeling that we won't have that fun anymore..
The Chemical Poem... 'Being Away From My...
Distance; Ain't just a physical term.. It's got me here, provided my decision was firm.. Away From FRIENDS, away from fun.. I'm Smothered here like a monsoon sun..
Miracles You Do
We embarked on as a seed.. Our hereditary stuff made us proceed... But we were like blind, we didn't care, We were running but direction was nowhere..
The Last Leaf (Based On The Film, Looter...
When you are on the verge of an end, When you find no pleasure in life, When you neither trigger a bullet in your head, Nor cut your veins by a knife;
Convincing the dragon Ouroboros
Oh, Ouroboros! I've come here to plead, Just stop eating your own tail, Conflict is all i need..
If I were me.. (Open IIT Creative Writin...
If I were me, With all of my covers peeled out, With all the outer layers eroded, And each piece of this disguise faded out..
To Be Honest
In the train, quite sleepy, But peeping through the window! Watching the motion of the nature pass by.. But I feel so stupid, 'cause I have borne
I wonder since I woke up this morning, The air is seeming more aromatic.. Although books nd papers are a scene of Indian crowd, My room is seeming quite systematic!
Battle it down; Don't fear
Examinations coming, It's a tensed state You burned midnight lamps, till the fixture date
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Walking down, I see half- burnt killer pipes,
Lying on the streets, after hurting many lives..
The silly lips who touch the burning devil,
Are to be dead soon, can't sign even their 'will'!
I see the teeth chewing the tobacco products,
In the surroundings of the stores of betel nuts..
There's one each in the corner of every street,
But dozens of people gathered around for the treat!
When it is printed on the box itself,
That smoking is injurious to health..
Why dare to smoke with a sip of tea?
And compete with the smoke clouds; How pleasing to ...