Ojaswi Machiraju

A Day in time
coagulating tiny restless paraphernalia
educing with immaturity
embryonic doppelgangers dwell
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Addicted to formal education
Failing to notice this primitive mutation
We make the big names
We waste ourselves trying to make it there
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A herculean cocoon
blissful yet stoned
phlegmatically graceful
never corrupt, never deadly
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World is getting hot
Blood is running cold
Movies get bold
People are growing old
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a fecund cry
as the doctors try
immense pressure
immense pain
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a journey called life
complicated than a wife
we try to do our best
end up doing like the rest
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Let The tears labour from your eye
Its time to cry
Tears were locked forever in me
All the anti happiness made me contemplate
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People Die
People are born
No matter how bad the day
everything is good by dawn
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after nine long months
a plod of clay is placed on a wheel
the potter nurtures it with dream and hope
he knows not about his or his plods destiny
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We do things
We create things
We like things
We buy things
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mental stagnation
amalgamated with
a strange feeling
of being lonely
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Looking at the sky
feels like looking in the eye
So deep, So high
Can i reach it
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as i lay down to sleep
i think of the past and start to weep
long gone past still doesnt rest
bites my mind like a pest
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lying on bed
motionless and spiritless
a neural sonic
travelling across its world
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a mannequin in rain
running down it's memory lane
perplexed with it's primitive pain
convincing itself
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As old as our mother
as complex as us
same substance
in a different dimension
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as we keep walking the path of life
the head keeps talking ignoring the world
the minions keep laughing and goofing
on reaching the crossroads
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run for your life
how far can you run, from dark mass
free fall from a pointless infinity
feel the caressing wind
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the eternal blue sky
an illusion or a lie
a dash of blue
stimulating hue
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the vast emptiness
feels like a vaccum
the souls paradise
the minds sacrifice
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