The barren womb

Alone she lays with her barren womb
Tears trickle no more, eyes don’t blink
Her womb was green
Not once but twice
Her greens grew, we’ll come back they said
they ne’er did
With her soul aborted, here she lays
The barren womb…

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Wanderlust

I have a lust to wander

To the sunshine dipped mountains

and to the starry eyed rivers

I have a lust to wander

To the dreams unplucked

and to the stories unheard

Oh this lust to wander! The wanderlust…

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Men don’t cry…

Men don’t cry they say
THEY say men don’t cry
Thrashed, bashed or trashed don’t even try
Lick your wounds and sshh them dry
Oh you dare, and dare you ask me why
Hold your seas, for you’re the guy
Darn your feelings, let them die
Bash someone, bully them – they comply
But cry don’t
Men don’t cry…

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The bloody cocktail

The thirsty crow seeks blood,
He has two mugs – saffron and green
He wears white – he separates them, and pecks at each leisurely – the trio flutters together
they think he’s on their side, both of em – “such fools” he smirks
The thirsty crow, he seeks blood..

Piyush Kaushal

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