Euphonic Love Tale

Less to define you

I need to be a verbiage

Fly the turgid sky

And sink to the very edge.

A proverb anomaly to serene

And a euphony of the novel song

With the Maverick you

A colloquium praising a pristine born

You thus sound terse

And under you benediction

Relieving us from the juaggernaut curse

Of the law's parochial version

I in a prejudiced state

Still humming and erudite phrase

An eulogy after a certain wait

Liberating our souls and where are faith integrates.

-Tushar Bhakte.

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Zeros and A One

0, I tried to dream, a one for me, With high hopes and undeteerting belief But, as the time went by went my relief Fearing the walk to achieve, as my will fell steep 00, Somehow I stood up again even in fear, While everyone departed but my dear, I weep, I cry, I struggle with my try Letting me down, the end doesn't seem near 000, For the world to call you a failure, A mistake is enough, as what's not visible are the effort But, only the brand of what you wear Every hope, motivation and belief dry out in this desert 0000, How do you expect me to rise again? As I have lost many times Pushing you back from where you began, Not able to put my foot forward, with these deluded crimes 00000, But all I need is a one, To make zeros a meaningful one As the night of dreadful dream is over by the rising sun To overcome this I realized I am myself that one 100000, "I never could have imagined how strong I would become, To reach places and the new world I see

Hey Rain!

Hey Rain! You showered today On the unfortunate and the blessed, On the poor and the rich, On the smarter and on the bleak. But I want to ask you, Are you here to rejuvenate, As you and the earth mate? Are you here to wash out the hatred And for the love to spread? Or, Are you here to wash out the hope, Hang the humanity down the rope? Are you here to shadow the earth, Further increasing suffering of the broke? But what I love, Is the smoothing sound of the raindrops, The ever spreading petrichor, Your audacious thunder, Your might and parity for the whole. I wish I find my answers... -Tushar Bhakte

Lecherous Hatred

I could feel your breaths On my bare chest, And your lips ruling the rest, Lust in this revenge's nest. The sighs of hatred, The pain in the drugging pleasure, And my blood feeding you, What's more this moribund measure. Let's play this game to the end, Let me feel your dark, In the coitus break, The armour of your moral torn apart. Feel me rushing in, With your heavy breath, And the heady sound, Murdering the mystery to the very best. The daunting light and shimmering you, Deep in to feel me, And the desires grew in this sin, Mortality left in this dead sea. -Tushar Bhakte.

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