nishant agrawal

Nonchalant fingers and a dithering cannon,
Ready to fire an inglorious desire,
A mermaid sitting so morbid,
She can't cry or she won't,
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absent red perplexed me, still scratching my head,
and green lustrous, nothing but fading life and melting heavens,
but blue so obvious, again rugged reflections and smoking skies;
is this the phoenix veneering the rainbows in its ashes;
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......Reaching lands.....
Where a life ensconced on the velvet of dreams,
And sliding pearls unrolling some truths and joy,
Winds deciding the height of rising waves,
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sliding slipping swerving and scrolling.
living on the edge, brushing against the glass,
i do hurt her more, thinking that was just sojourn,
and rushing to enter the black hole, dreaming of a better world,
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Just if we could make castles out of wind,
we would exhale our heart out, a crucial void for all the mortar and bricks,
Dilettante the whole landscape with the last laugh of jasmines,
with ego of the tulips, whim of the sunflowers,
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Part1[The Summer]

Summerswizzlingdown in heavy frothsand moonshine,

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