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Etching On.


Etching Patterns of thoughts on the papyrus of our mundane lives..

Designs we croon into the ear of our twin incarnation..

Curved stretches curbing across the mounts..the will, the wish..

Binding with the harsh breath..mellow at times.. juggling at times..

Strolling across to plot a breathless life..


Stumble over potholes dug by our own soles, Hasn’t thee rolled over, traced back, and strutted along then?

Yet the path of etched drawls back and forth scuttering on..

Inking on.. smug.. or giggly.. dreadful or greedy.. smiling through the blots of ink..

In hope in faith.. for trusting to be bound by fate.. we etch on..


A kind samaritan spinning the fate.. whispering incantations to string fate to wish..

A mildly fulfilled soul springs along.. sketching butterflies..

And yet then. droplets of pain blotch the ink just along the curve..


Words lack depth one might say.. as the heart fails to siphon strings of syllables

Wishing to only tell stories of memorable cons, fortitudes.. innocence and love..

How often has thy samaritan hidden in the cave of doubt?

How often does thee ponder of ways to escape the designs?

Trapped in thy own breath, memories and desires..?


Or did the benign fisherman row thee  across?

I think he did.. didn’t he?

Anew bridge..anew sketch..

Anew binding of faith and thee etches on..


P.S- Random thoughts, random sketch as I try to drown myself in something mundane.




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May Innocence salvage thee.

What can smuggle you across the shores of bitterness?

What can save thee from retreating in the dungeons of your self loathing?

What has shoveled self loathing into thy heart?

Who has? Friend or foe?

Why those angles of view are so primly defined as beauty?

Why the obsession over one beauty….?

As it shadows, dulls beauty of much more?

Why one beauty is so loved and the other so ignored in a manner so narcissistic?

Why the layers of forms and norms… texture and light only portrayed as mausoleums  of beauty.. 

None are though to do with depth.. none to do with her airs.. none to do with tugs of heart..

All engulfed in the nuisances of a well designed beauty..

The ensemble of emotions…crushed paper of words..

All crushed and torn… crumpled in the disguised lump of memories..

Neither is valued.. the true self nor the earnestly showered love..

Where is the reality?

Where is the love for love?

Where are the forms of gratitude?

How did beauty in this world born from womb .. dissolve into such frail existence…

Where is the child in you?

Where is the child in me?

What can smuggle you across the shores of blind indulgence and bitterness?

Innocence… it can save thee as it can save me…

May it rescue of our kind from drowning the self in the untrue designs..

May innocence salvage thee in its own womb..

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