Dreary days, stuffy air,
in a chicken coop.
Surrounded everywhere,
the air as fresh as a used rag,
people stuffed like slag in a gutter.
Do they even live ?
Seem like addicted zombies
walking the endless road,
the endless ‘struggle’
in... – by Chander Maurya Kumbkarni | 1 View added 8 months ago
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Certain things, certain times,
Seem hard, no nightfall
in this desert world.
When it does, swirling circle of this life,
sunset to the moonfall, recurring winds,
again and again, night and day.
The moment comes, and then it floats away,
... – by Chander Maurya Kumbkarni | 0 Views added 8 months ago
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People die and so could I,
the hurried goodbyes,
their tearful eyes.
I will miss the warm hugs
of a sweetheart.
I will miss the sun rise,
and its shadows on the grass.
I will miss the sweet electric breeze
before the rains.
I will miss... – by Chander Maurya Kumbkarni | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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t’was many moons ago,
many ages in this world
have since passed.
Wisdom has been given,
but wisdom doesn't make the wise.
Commands have been given,
formations are set,
the vanguard is coming,
defend to the death.
“Fight for your lives!”... – by Chander Maurya Kumbkarni | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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on a moonlit shore i came upon a single skull,
it was white and bleached;
it glowed with moonlight, yet dark were its eyes,
darker than the night;
water foamed on the beach,
with seaweed leaving ragged streaks
and the air filled with... – by Chander Maurya Kumbkarni | 15 Views added 1 year ago
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An empty stage, blank it begins,
a new universe is born.
Slowly, its world is revealed,
Its sunsets, its mountains, its fields.
As these pages turn, I find,
new world, new wisdom, new lives.
Step after step reveals the love,
The... – by Chander Maurya Kumbkarni | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Days come and nights follow,
rock turns to earth swallowed;
Black strands to hollow white.
We don’t age like fine wines,
All we want is more time.
The fountain of youth we all desire,
The will to live in us burns like a fire.
Fire burns... – by Chander Maurya Kumbkarni | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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Our word entire is a sphere
floating in unknown darkness.
The age of life, the age of man
had existed for long enough,
vomited earth and snowy lands, they have seen.
Wars were fought and still go on,
hated by man but secretly craved;
for... – by Chander Maurya Kumbkarni | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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Overlooked are the boughs and brooks that give rest to the weary,
the luscious trees and grassy greens, that gives home to the fairies.
A setting sun, the gleaming snow, the arid desert and the hungry crows;
all of this I find beauty in; the... – by Chander Maurya Kumbkarni | 87 Views added 2 years ago
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