Friday, December 13, 2013

Amongst the game of human existence!


With no undermining of virtue,
of the mighty brains,
for no one could ever, 
control the flow in the veins.

I hate that smelly stubble,
Infer and acknowledge the sours,
As that you can get rid off,
for the love- dove of yours.

Notch and scratch of the device,
the sharp-edged and the tapering,
escalate the panic that one feels,
of the tool, the infinite rasping.

Usually in the daybreak of the day,
Calling up for that another blaze,
In those units and the compartments,
and there sets the next rage.

Against all the challenging odds,
And where chasing the victory,
In the games of human existence,
Becomes the order of the day.

Averse to the ordeals,
Where the world shall view,
Turing out victorious in life,
for that is the cleaner you.

For the love to be enriched,
you' d deserve to be rewarded,
both of us to be fulfilled,
nothing shall ever be discarded.

from emptiness to soul completion,
His clean shaven look bowled me over,
freed of the adulterated clone,
to accompany life- long and not left alone.

With no undermining of virtue,
of the mighty brains,
for no one could ever, 
control the flow in the veins..

- Nandini

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