Arindom Borah
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When we are born, we are innocent babies and
About life and death, virtue and vice, we know
Not a thing. We cannot even speak sense, only
Gobbledygook; as if our ignorance to show.
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Can a wretched freak of a four-footed beast
Endure such calumny and lies? ‘Tis hard. For
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It's the witching hour and I appear to be walking on a road
Not deserted-but less people-no cars too here-I'm still walking
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Why should we live, my friends?
If life is just dictatorship's another form;
If we have not the liberty, to decide, our roads to traverse,
But still called upon to battle the ensuing storms?
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There’s someone walking in my mind,
Who despite all the efforts I make,
To push her out, refuses to oblige
And coolly says that she won’t vacate.
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My bed feels so empty; without you;
It feels as if I'm falling; down a bottomless pit,
As alien emotions surround me, raw and new.
My bed feels so empty; without you.
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Have you ever heard of the passionate man?
Who writes his free flowing verse in perfect meter?
He likes to bind my creativity as an "also-ran"
Have you ever heard of the passionate man?
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Confusion! Bewilderment!
The beasts poke up their tall heads,
And try to see wither way to go.
Blue and green water limits vision!
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Dear friends, if never comes tomorrow
As we wait, in anticipation, to see it's face
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What bio can a poet have. A man of many wants but just soothe my addiction and I'm yours to do as you please. Cut me to pieces and feed me to the dogs, or watch me levitate upto the skies.)
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Entrapment
When we are born, we are innocent babies and
About life and death, virtue and vice, we know
Not a thing. We cannot even speak sense, only
Gobbledygook; as if our ignorance to show.
As we start to grow, the cerebellum forms
Learning starts, again from A and B and C
We reinvent the wheel; Start again from
Zero and squander precious time with glee.
And, when, we at last mature and in advancing years
stand at the frontiers of knowledge, we come to know
We can never hope to learn about truth, for our
Vision's weak; Old age starting to show?
Isn't this pointless? Shouldn't there be a way
To impart wisdom to a baby on first breath
So that it can, standing on these intellectual steps
Tell us! All about the mysteries of life and death.
For this seems to be the only way to stop
This cycle of life and death and life again
These never ending circles of monotony;
Of vagueness and precision, of joy and pain! ! !
Even then what prevents me, you may think.
To take a hand gun and blow out my brains?
Society seduces you. 'Entrapment' by pseudo fear
We don't need umbrellas as in here, it never rains.! !
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