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One of the best things I enjoy about writing is being able to come up with pieces that aren’t gender specific...with that being said, enjoy my latest untitled poem by @poetrygrooves #iwriteforthepeople #copywritten #mtachronicles ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~#poetry #words #goodenergy
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One of the best things I enjoy about writing is being able to come up with pieces that aren’t gender specific...with that being said, enjoy my latest untitled poem by @poetrygrooves #iwriteforthepeople  #copywritten  #mtachronicles  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~#poetry  #words  #goodenergy  #rhymes  #beauty  #alluring  #magnetic  #loveyourself  #poetryonpaper  #wordporn  #sensual  #poetsofig  #rhymes  #naughty  #wordporn  #followme  #love  #writersofinstagram  #lyrics  #iwrite  #verses  #floodingtimelines  #poetrygrooves  #poemoftheday  #writersofig  #floodingtimelines  #spanishpoetry  #spanish 
#flashbackfriday 💎 Ladies, a man’s eyes is the secret to his desire for you. If you can’t look into his eyes, then look at his beard. If he doesn’t have a beard then look for someone else 😫 #kidding #sike Enjoy your Friday night.
#flashbackfriday  💎 Ladies, a man’s eyes is the secret to his desire for you. If you can’t look into his eyes, then look at his beard. If he doesn’t have a beard then look for someone else 😫 #kidding  #sike  Enjoy your Friday night.
La vulnerabilidad es el lugar del nacimiento del amor, pertenencia, alegría, coraje, empatía y creatividad 🦊 Brene Brown
La vulnerabilidad es el lugar del nacimiento del amor, pertenencia, alegría, coraje, empatía y creatividad 🦊 Brene Brown
She can see it, feel it but would the light of love land upon her face
Would she ever live to see the second chance of the hours between one night to the next
Dawning tenderly upon her fauna
Morn to dusk...she patiently waits
I _am_luv_u_madly
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She can see it, feel it but would the light of love land upon her face Would she ever live to see the second chance of the hours between one night to the next Dawning tenderly upon her fauna Morn to dusk...she patiently waits I _am_luv_u_madly #poeticjustice  #instapoet  #womenwhowritepoetry  #wordswithqueens  #spillink  #poetrycommunity  #poetryisnotdead  #poemsofig  #writersofig  #poetscorner  #wordporn  #poetry  #writerscorner  #poetrycommunity  #writersofinstgram  #writerslife  #writersnetwork  #writerscommunity  #author  #wordgasm  #sensual  #jungle  #thefrankensteinchronicles 
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Admit it. You’re dope. Stop trying to dim your light to blend in. You don’t want to blend in. You want to stand out, rise up and shine.
Conscious Creators, We Are The Future. 
THERE IS NO CEILING
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Admit it. You’re dope. Stop trying to dim your light to blend in. You don’t want to blend in. You want to stand out, rise up and shine. Conscious Creators, We Are The Future. THERE IS NO CEILING Thinc Bigger. Live Better. 🖊 @robreynosa_ Join the Conscious Movement👉🏼@thinc_
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माऊली. .तशी प्रत्येक ओळ कानात साठवून ठेवावीशी वाटते. .ही ओळ सगळ्यात आवडती. . गुरू ठाकूर यांच्या अप्रतिम ओळी. .अजय-अतुल. . काय लिहणार त्यांच्या बद्दल. .वेडे आहेत दोघे. . #marathi #mauli #vitthal #laybhari  #handwriting #improvement #dailypost #devnagari #caligraphy #begineer #aabhal #poem #love #poet #writer #poetofinstagram #writing #art #word #poems #quote #wordporn #life #music #spokenwords #instapost #inspiration #artist #instagood #creativewriting @ajayatulofficial @guruthakurphotography
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I looked out this window
The morning light
Never
Shines
The way you did 
Beside
Me...
Your 
naked
Beautiful 
Glory
-Glowing-
The memory
Taken
needed...
To go
Out
In this
rain...
Face another day...
You’re 
Traced
Onto
My soul 
You-
The
Pen
The
Ink
That
Revelates
To
My
Mind
All
Over
Again
Purity in touch
Never
Was
So
Possible
Until
Your lips
Deeply,
Slowly,
Hungrily,
Devoutly 
Tasted mine...
My
Temperamental 
Soul
only
Asks
To
Feel
Your
Universe
Over
Again...
To only
Ever
Taste
Your
Infinite -l.r.case-(c)2018
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I looked out this window The morning light Never Shines The way you did Beside Me... Your naked Beautiful Glory -Glowing- The memory Taken needed... To go Out In this rain... Face another day... You’re Traced Onto My soul You- The Pen The Ink That Revelates To My Mind All Over Again Purity in touch Never Was So Possible Until Your lips Deeply, Slowly, Hungrily, Devoutly Tasted mine... My Temperamental Soul only Asks To Feel Your Universe Over Again... To only Ever Taste Your Infinite -l.r.case-(c)2018 ** #writing  #amwriting  #amreading  #tbr  #instapoem  ##wordporn  #writersofinstagram  #words  #creativewriting  #spilledink  #prose  #wordsmith  #wordgasm  #amediting  #instawrite  #lovewriting  #sapiosexual  #sexual  #spokenword  #poetryinmotion  #poetry  #thought  #LWord  #heartspaces  #loveink  #poetry_addicts  #poetryisnotdead  #poetrypornquotes  #seeingdeeper  #soulmate 
बचपन वाला इतवार खो गया ।।
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Butterfly minds 
They rest on leaf-like edges, dampened with dew of sorrows,
When the sun shines bright, they soar high looking for colorful tomorrows.

A touch of the finger leaves their impression on you;
You realize it is dark, dark and yet beautiful;
Their skeletons lie, among those colorful hides,
That wither with contact, only one touch would suffice.

The nearer you go, the farther they fly;
What cruel a game hath nature played?
A touch of affection they strongly defy,
Yet the sweet nectar of lies calls upon them;
What would it take for a touch to feel safe?
Our butterfly minds play clever tricks, but do they ever behave?

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Butterfly minds They rest on leaf-like edges, dampened with dew of sorrows, When the sun shines bright, they soar high looking for colorful tomorrows. A touch of the finger leaves their impression on you; You realize it is dark, dark and yet beautiful; Their skeletons lie, among those colorful hides, That wither with contact, only one touch would suffice. The nearer you go, the farther they fly; What cruel a game hath nature played? A touch of affection they strongly defy, Yet the sweet nectar of lies calls upon them; What would it take for a touch to feel safe? Our butterfly minds play clever tricks, but do they ever behave? #ButterflyMinds  #Introspection  #JensQuirks  #PoemsOfInstagram  #WordPorn 
I’ve found myself valuing other people’s opinion of me more than mine. So today onwards I promised to myself that I will no longer do so and to help that I’m throwing myself into the deep end (like today when I filled my car up with some tights on and the avocado socks with no shirt on hahaha! You should had seen the lady at the register) so people will judge me and it’s up to me not to care.
There something like 86,000 seconds in a day and there’s a saying. If someone stole $10 off you and you had $86,000 you wouldn’t through away the remaining $85,990. So if someone shits on you for a small moment of your day (10 seconds) why are we throwing away the rest of the day and pondering on what that person said and valuing it. Fuck the naysayers. Why be average joe? Why be a number. If you die today who will remember you? Be weird, creative, express yourself and your true friends will carry you.
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I’ve found myself valuing other people’s opinion of me more than mine. So today onwards I promised to myself that I will no longer do so and to help that I’m throwing myself into the deep end (like today when I filled my car up with some tights on and the avocado socks with no shirt on hahaha! You should had seen the lady at the register) so people will judge me and it’s up to me not to care. There something like 86,000 seconds in a day and there’s a saying. If someone stole $10 off you and you had $86,000 you wouldn’t through away the remaining $85,990. So if someone shits on you for a small moment of your day (10 seconds) why are we throwing away the rest of the day and pondering on what that person said and valuing it. Fuck the naysayers. Why be average joe? Why be a number. If you die today who will remember you? Be weird, creative, express yourself and your true friends will carry you. . #beach  #lifestyle  #health  #wealth  #knowledge  #wordporn  #expression  #passion  #happy 
learning to love myself.
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#wordsofwisdom #selftalk #selfhelp #selflove #wordporn #quotes #inspired
"Strange"
.
Open doors
Reveal strangers
Sipping cocktails
Of my spinal fluid
Tapping
Glasswear
For attention.
We're miles away
And I miss you.
Couldn't put a dent in
Your armor,
Amor est in ars -
Love's not an artform,
It's a goddamn
Drunken opera."
"Strange" . Open doors Reveal strangers Sipping cocktails Of my spinal fluid Tapping Glasswear For attention. We're miles away And I miss you. Couldn't put a dent in Your armor, Amor est in ars - Love's not an artform, It's a goddamn Drunken opera."
What is romance to you?
What is romance to you?
”Free Fall” 
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”Free Fall” @bleedingsoulpoetry @globalpoetcult @cries_of_pen @writerstolli @communityofpoetry @just_._believe @communityofwriters @writingcommunity @thesilentquill_ @thepoetslist @darksentences @themaskedtales @omypoetry @heartofpoets @herheartpoetry @newschoolpoetry @poemsporn_ @just.lifequotes @weswitched @words_with_queens @poetrytribe @tripod_stories @hisandherpoetry @galaxyofwriters @poetryhunter @poets @poetscavern #poems  #poemsporn  #poet  #poetry  #instawriters  #word  #wordgasm  #wordporn  #words  #write  #writer  #writers  #instapoem  #igpoets  #writersofinstagram  #galaxyofwriters  #poetryhunter  #thewordhunter  #instapoetry  #heartbroken  #poetsofinstagram  #poetsofig  #poetrycommunity  #justlifequotes  #tripod_stories  #wordswithqueens  #poemoftheday  #writersofinstadaily 
In The Days Of The Dead-

When tears don't come,
And sobs are dry,
You forget to be sad,
And never you cry.

When laughs are a thought,
Going away, the light,
You forget to be happy,
Knowing not the wrong; neither the right.

A withered up soul,
Lone are you walks,
Screaming in your mind,
Are those old talks.

Talks of the days,
When sun used to rise,
Nights were only a part,
Lesser were the cries.

And now my lad,
In the days of the dead,
Ought not you live,
Only the monsters shall be fed.
Only the monsters shall be fed. -Akash
In The Days Of The Dead- When tears don't come, And sobs are dry, You forget to be sad, And never you cry. When laughs are a thought, Going away, the light, You forget to be happy, Knowing not the wrong; neither the right. A withered up soul, Lone are you walks, Screaming in your mind, Are those old talks. Talks of the days, When sun used to rise, Nights were only a part, Lesser were the cries. And now my lad, In the days of the dead, Ought not you live, Only the monsters shall be fed. Only the monsters shall be fed. -Akash
I Did Not Sing Along-

All my life I sought for love,
And when God, at last, played m' song
Reaching the end of my life,
I did not sing along.

Love was like ocean in desert, for me,
And when I was old and remained no strong,
Shredding tears of hatered, no love,
I did not sing along.

Half my life was lost in search,
Search of a love, not wrong,
Laugh-less, smile-less, hopeless, my life,
I did not sing along.

My life like lines of sadness,
Like a pandulum-less gong,
I finally close my eyes,
As as you may now know,
I did not sing along,
I did not sing along. -Akash
I Did Not Sing Along- All my life I sought for love, And when God, at last, played m' song Reaching the end of my life, I did not sing along. Love was like ocean in desert, for me, And when I was old and remained no strong, Shredding tears of hatered, no love, I did not sing along. Half my life was lost in search, Search of a love, not wrong, Laugh-less, smile-less, hopeless, my life, I did not sing along. My life like lines of sadness, Like a pandulum-less gong, I finally close my eyes, As as you may now know, I did not sing along, I did not sing along. -Akash
Dead Men-

Dead Men-

Those men are dead,
Dead long ago,
They died with time,
Died long ago.

Their whispers, still chime,
Twinkle like stars,
But they whisper all alone,
Whisper in the dark.
They are dead men,
They died with time,
Died long ago.

Some day they may rise,
Their whispers become voices,
Their bones become skin,
Their skins become warm,
And their hearts start to beat,
Yet, they are Dead Men,
They died with time,
Died long ago.
Died long ago. -Akash
Dead Men- Dead Men- Those men are dead, Dead long ago, They died with time, Died long ago. Their whispers, still chime, Twinkle like stars, But they whisper all alone, Whisper in the dark. They are dead men, They died with time, Died long ago. Some day they may rise, Their whispers become voices, Their bones become skin, Their skins become warm, And their hearts start to beat, Yet, they are Dead Men, They died with time, Died long ago. Died long ago. -Akash
Am I insane?- I have not lost my mind.
I might be closed behind a thick metal door in an asylum, and not allowed to go out,
but I'm not mad.
Often I cry and cry, and tears burst, explode out of me. I feel alone, lonely and tortured here.
And that is when he comes.
People can't hear him, people don't hear his whispers, they don't sense him.
People don't. But I do.
 Although I do not remember his face, but I remember his seductive voice.
I hear his whispers. I feel him, when he whispers directly into my mind.
He often calls me for a walk at night.
People don't understand, why I smile sometimes.
My lips curl with happiness when he enters my mind and his flowing whisper touches the soul of mine.
People don't hear him when he invites me for the walk.
People don't hear his beautiful words.
They say I'm insane.
And that is why, I often Kill them and then cry and cry, while my lonely mind thirsts for his voice.
I bleed myself. I bleed my self and smear the blood all over my body and face.
He tends to like it when I'm covered in my blood.
He is confusing sometimes too.
I don't always get him when he whispers about blood and his sexual liking towards it.
I don't understand him when he says, "I'm Dead." In his same whispering voice.
So... why do I hear him if he's dead?
Why do I walk with him at nights (I do, don't I?), if he's dead.
I don't understand him when he whispers,
"Die and be mine." and tells me to cover myself in blood.
People say I talk to myself because they do not know about his existence...wait...
But... If he exists, why don't others hear him?
Why don't others see him (neither do I)?
Why do I not remember his face?
I refuse to believe that I shed tears for someone who... who... does not exist.
We talk! Just don't See him!
God I wish he existed (but he exists doesn't he?... DOSENT he!?) I don't understand why people call me insane.
I am not insane, am I?
.....am I? But
if you say so, I will kill you TOO. -Akash
Am I insane?- I have not lost my mind. I might be closed behind a thick metal door in an asylum, and not allowed to go out, but I'm not mad. Often I cry and cry, and tears burst, explode out of me. I feel alone, lonely and tortured here. And that is when he comes. People can't hear him, people don't hear his whispers, they don't sense him. People don't. But I do. Although I do not remember his face, but I remember his seductive voice. I hear his whispers. I feel him, when he whispers directly into my mind. He often calls me for a walk at night. People don't understand, why I smile sometimes. My lips curl with happiness when he enters my mind and his flowing whisper touches the soul of mine. People don't hear him when he invites me for the walk. People don't hear his beautiful words. They say I'm insane. And that is why, I often Kill them and then cry and cry, while my lonely mind thirsts for his voice. I bleed myself. I bleed my self and smear the blood all over my body and face. He tends to like it when I'm covered in my blood. He is confusing sometimes too. I don't always get him when he whispers about blood and his sexual liking towards it. I don't understand him when he says, "I'm Dead." In his same whispering voice. So... why do I hear him if he's dead? Why do I walk with him at nights (I do, don't I?), if he's dead. I don't understand him when he whispers, "Die and be mine." and tells me to cover myself in blood. People say I talk to myself because they do not know about his existence...wait... But... If he exists, why don't others hear him? Why don't others see him (neither do I)? Why do I not remember his face? I refuse to believe that I shed tears for someone who... who... does not exist. We talk! Just don't See him! God I wish he existed (but he exists doesn't he?... DOSENT he!?) I don't understand why people call me insane. I am not insane, am I? .....am I? But if you say so, I will kill you TOO. -Akash
Why I Killed Her-

Not her beauty, but the reflection of terror in her mirrory eyes caused everything to happen.
I isn't the money or wealth of gold I seek. What I seek for are the screams of pain.
The blood curdling screaches of agony.
I don't lust for the physical body.
What I lust for is the pain, and the quivery shouts with a red tint of blood in it.
I lust for the tears of unbearable pain:
That is why; it wansn't her beauty, it was the depression of deep fear which... forced me to... Tear her apart.
I know how cruel and strange I sound.
I totally understand how much confused hatered, you now have against me, after reading my words.
Sadly but truly, I love how much people hate me. The hatered and fear and terror just add up to the taste.
My heart had skipped a beat, not because seventy percent of her breasts were uncovered, but because of wrinkles of affright that had formed around her eyes upon seeing me.
I helplessly could not control my hands (this doesn't say I wanted to control them),
I could not control my mind.
Before I knew, my hands, holding now a butcher knife, were reaching for her.
And that was when she had screamed.
And her scream, oh dear lord, that scream had bought me so much pleasure.
So much pleasure!
I cannot explain in words how much I craved for her soft skin, soft cold and smooth flesh.
Again; before I knew, I was cutting her up and my teeth were getting bloodstained and warm sticky gloop welcomed my tongue.
Her scream had truely increased the taste.
I know I cannot keep back the urges.
Neither do I want to.
Some call me mad, or a cannibal or a psychopath. Some hate me, some like me too!
But it dosent matter if you like me or not.
'Cause if I like you, I'll eat you up. -Akash
Why I Killed Her- Not her beauty, but the reflection of terror in her mirrory eyes caused everything to happen. I isn't the money or wealth of gold I seek. What I seek for are the screams of pain. The blood curdling screaches of agony. I don't lust for the physical body. What I lust for is the pain, and the quivery shouts with a red tint of blood in it. I lust for the tears of unbearable pain: That is why; it wansn't her beauty, it was the depression of deep fear which... forced me to... Tear her apart. I know how cruel and strange I sound. I totally understand how much confused hatered, you now have against me, after reading my words. Sadly but truly, I love how much people hate me. The hatered and fear and terror just add up to the taste. My heart had skipped a beat, not because seventy percent of her breasts were uncovered, but because of wrinkles of affright that had formed around her eyes upon seeing me. I helplessly could not control my hands (this doesn't say I wanted to control them), I could not control my mind. Before I knew, my hands, holding now a butcher knife, were reaching for her. And that was when she had screamed. And her scream, oh dear lord, that scream had bought me so much pleasure. So much pleasure! I cannot explain in words how much I craved for her soft skin, soft cold and smooth flesh. Again; before I knew, I was cutting her up and my teeth were getting bloodstained and warm sticky gloop welcomed my tongue. Her scream had truely increased the taste. I know I cannot keep back the urges. Neither do I want to. Some call me mad, or a cannibal or a psychopath. Some hate me, some like me too! But it dosent matter if you like me or not. 'Cause if I like you, I'll eat you up. -Akash
Ticks and Tocks-

I don't like the clock ticking.
I don't like the way, It races towards the midnight and begins a new, destination less circle again. With no mercy to anyone, of any kind. Without letting anyone catch up.
I don't like its restlessness. 
The ticks and tocks so loud, in the dead of the night, so intense that its mere presence seems to suppress me down. Down...down...down. 
Down into the eternal abyss of time, eternal abyss of empty nothingness. With nothing by the screeching echoes of ticks and tocks; ticks and tocks.
Each tick of the second as if laughing a deep grumpy laugh upon my life, reminding me of my helplessness.
Sending vibes up into the air. The vibes chilling enough to shiver up my weak and lone soul.
My tired eyes with baggy sacks of loose brown skin begging to close down, but my mind wouldn't let them have their well deserved rest. My mind scared by the mercyless Ticks and Tocks; Ticks and Tocks.
Teasing my confused mind with each click, as if hinding a thousands of my screens deep behind them, and then laughing (with the ticks and tocks) at me; laughing and enjoying.
The emptyness of the teasing of those ticks and tocks strong enough to drag me to madness, strong enough to make me SCREAM... scream at... Scream at the clock and its racing second hand (with its restless tick and tock; tick and tock).
Knowing; knowing with all the presence of my mind (mad mind) that it would bear no fruit.
But I cannot help; I cannot help screaming (tearing and blooding my own throat) as the mercyless hand circles the cruel number of the clock and laughing at me with each of its ticks and tocks; ticks and tocks.
Ticks and Tocks. -Akash
Ticks and Tocks- I don't like the clock ticking. I don't like the way, It races towards the midnight and begins a new, destination less circle again. With no mercy to anyone, of any kind. Without letting anyone catch up. I don't like its restlessness. The ticks and tocks so loud, in the dead of the night, so intense that its mere presence seems to suppress me down. Down...down...down. Down into the eternal abyss of time, eternal abyss of empty nothingness. With nothing by the screeching echoes of ticks and tocks; ticks and tocks. Each tick of the second as if laughing a deep grumpy laugh upon my life, reminding me of my helplessness. Sending vibes up into the air. The vibes chilling enough to shiver up my weak and lone soul. My tired eyes with baggy sacks of loose brown skin begging to close down, but my mind wouldn't let them have their well deserved rest. My mind scared by the mercyless Ticks and Tocks; Ticks and Tocks. Teasing my confused mind with each click, as if hinding a thousands of my screens deep behind them, and then laughing (with the ticks and tocks) at me; laughing and enjoying. The emptyness of the teasing of those ticks and tocks strong enough to drag me to madness, strong enough to make me SCREAM... scream at... Scream at the clock and its racing second hand (with its restless tick and tock; tick and tock). Knowing; knowing with all the presence of my mind (mad mind) that it would bear no fruit. But I cannot help; I cannot help screaming (tearing and blooding my own throat) as the mercyless hand circles the cruel number of the clock and laughing at me with each of its ticks and tocks; ticks and tocks. Ticks and Tocks. -Akash
Yet Another Lost Wanderer-

With no land in sight, he walks,
Walks till his heart beats,
Walks till his lungs breathe,
Walks where his legs lead.
Through hills, through sands, through rocks,
With no land in sight, he walks.
Who is he, you may ask; Wonderer,
He is,
Yet another lost wanderer.

With no family to love,
His beady eyes red,
Not remembering the last time he fed,
No smile, no fear, no laugh, no dread.
He walks for the heavens above,
With no family to love.
Who is he, you may ask; Wonderer,
He is,
Yet another lost wanderer.

With his body all burnt and black,
Feet nearly broken,
A million words left unspoken
Taking a thousand dreams from which he'd woken.
He walks with the sun as his back,
With his face all burnt and black.
Who is he, you may ask; Wonderer,
He is,
Yet another lost wanderer.

Remembering the place of his start,
With his heart that barely beats,
With his lung that barely breathes,
His legs that nowhere now leads.
His body fells apart,
As he remembers the place of his start.
Who is he, you may ask; Wonderer,
He is,
Yet another lost wanderer.

Death, now, before his closing eyes,
Forgetting those wandering days,
Forgetting those lonely pathways,
His memories, now taking a blaze.
In a new form he shall rise
And, before death, he closes his eyes.
Who was he you may ask; Wonderer,
He was,
Yet another lost wanderer. "Fear not," then says Death,"my Friend"
"For maybe I, Death, am not the end" -Akash
Yet Another Lost Wanderer- With no land in sight, he walks, Walks till his heart beats, Walks till his lungs breathe, Walks where his legs lead. Through hills, through sands, through rocks, With no land in sight, he walks. Who is he, you may ask; Wonderer, He is, Yet another lost wanderer. With no family to love, His beady eyes red, Not remembering the last time he fed, No smile, no fear, no laugh, no dread. He walks for the heavens above, With no family to love. Who is he, you may ask; Wonderer, He is, Yet another lost wanderer. With his body all burnt and black, Feet nearly broken, A million words left unspoken Taking a thousand dreams from which he'd woken. He walks with the sun as his back, With his face all burnt and black. Who is he, you may ask; Wonderer, He is, Yet another lost wanderer. Remembering the place of his start, With his heart that barely beats, With his lung that barely breathes, His legs that nowhere now leads. His body fells apart, As he remembers the place of his start. Who is he, you may ask; Wonderer, He is, Yet another lost wanderer. Death, now, before his closing eyes, Forgetting those wandering days, Forgetting those lonely pathways, His memories, now taking a blaze. In a new form he shall rise And, before death, he closes his eyes. Who was he you may ask; Wonderer, He was, Yet another lost wanderer. "Fear not," then says Death,"my Friend" "For maybe I, Death, am not the end" -Akash
The Cold Night-

The night is cold,
with darkness bold,
you hear a many odd sounds.
You're still as dead,
hungry, unfed
and your heart screamingly pounds.

Under a quilts dome,
Scared alone at home
You close your eyes, but can't sleep.
Outside the wind hoots,
Trees hurled off the roots,
And all you can do is weep.

Those ugly bats fly,
high up in the sky,
you wait for your mom to come.
You don't bawl or shout
with her yield in doubt,
But just hope y'mom's return.

Tears come'nd flow away,
'Mom-oh- mom!' is all y'say
Through your spine runs a shiver.
But little you know,
Child I say with woe
She flows dead, down a river. -Akash
The Cold Night- The night is cold, with darkness bold, you hear a many odd sounds. You're still as dead, hungry, unfed and your heart screamingly pounds. Under a quilts dome, Scared alone at home You close your eyes, but can't sleep. Outside the wind hoots, Trees hurled off the roots, And all you can do is weep. Those ugly bats fly, high up in the sky, you wait for your mom to come. You don't bawl or shout with her yield in doubt, But just hope y'mom's return. Tears come'nd flow away, 'Mom-oh- mom!' is all y'say Through your spine runs a shiver. But little you know, Child I say with woe She flows dead, down a river. -Akash
The Beauty Of Darkness-

Marvelous be the beauty of the sun,
On a blue day, in a cloudless sky
Like a shiny neck less,
But, Divine is the beauty of the moon,
Shining like a giant pearl, 
On a pitch black night, in a starless sky,
But, praise all the day,
None praises the night,
Praises none- the beauty of darkness.
Praises none- the beauty of darkness.

Gracious; golden is the light,
That wakes you, from your half death,
Light that lets you see,
But immortal; heavenly is the unlit air,
That let you lie down on its comfy lap,
Bringing you the pleasure of sleep.
But Praise all the lit,
None Praises the unlit,
Praises none-The Beauty Of Darkness.
Praises none- The Beauty of darkness

Praise all the white,
But, none praises the black,
Praise all the mirrory stars,
But none praises their lightless heritage,
Praise all the alight,
But none praises the dark,
Praises none - the beauty of darkness.
Praises none - The Beauty Of Darkness. -Akash
The Beauty Of Darkness- Marvelous be the beauty of the sun, On a blue day, in a cloudless sky Like a shiny neck less, But, Divine is the beauty of the moon, Shining like a giant pearl, On a pitch black night, in a starless sky, But, praise all the day, None praises the night, Praises none- the beauty of darkness. Praises none- the beauty of darkness. Gracious; golden is the light, That wakes you, from your half death, Light that lets you see, But immortal; heavenly is the unlit air, That let you lie down on its comfy lap, Bringing you the pleasure of sleep. But Praise all the lit, None Praises the unlit, Praises none-The Beauty Of Darkness. Praises none- The Beauty of darkness Praise all the white, But, none praises the black, Praise all the mirrory stars, But none praises their lightless heritage, Praise all the alight, But none praises the dark, Praises none - the beauty of darkness. Praises none - The Beauty Of Darkness. -Akash
Sometimes I Wonder How It Feels Like To Be Beautiful-

Love yourself, as you are;
Or so it is said, 
Be who you actually are,
Or so it is said,
Respect the way you look,
Or so it is said,
But, sometimes I wonder,
How it feels like to be beautiful.

I try to smile at the mirror,
Ruffling my hair like 'them',
But then, I look at those eyes,
brown and watery and dull,
I look at the skin, the lips
Smile fading, as the tears gush down, 
My mother often says I'm pretty, but...
But, sometimes I wonder,
How it feels like to be beautiful.

If matters all, is the goodness of the heart,
I conceive why?
Why, the visage stands for the pages,
Why the eyes feign for the vision,
Why all that is judged, are the looks,
But philosophy aside,
I sometimes wonder, 
How it feels like to be beautiful,
Beautiful like you are. -Akash
Sometimes I Wonder How It Feels Like To Be Beautiful- Love yourself, as you are; Or so it is said, Be who you actually are, Or so it is said, Respect the way you look, Or so it is said, But, sometimes I wonder, How it feels like to be beautiful. I try to smile at the mirror, Ruffling my hair like 'them', But then, I look at those eyes, brown and watery and dull, I look at the skin, the lips Smile fading, as the tears gush down, My mother often says I'm pretty, but... But, sometimes I wonder, How it feels like to be beautiful. If matters all, is the goodness of the heart, I conceive why? Why, the visage stands for the pages, Why the eyes feign for the vision, Why all that is judged, are the looks, But philosophy aside, I sometimes wonder, How it feels like to be beautiful, Beautiful like you are. -Akash
Secret Never Shared- 
Deep in my heart,
Lies a dark memory, 
Of some dark day, 
Of some dark time,
No one ever saw it,
No one ever heard it,
No one ever spoke it, 
For its deep in me,
The Secret Never Shared.

I smile, I laugh,
I cry, I sob, 
But it creeps at night,
Rolling it's long tentechales,  From deep inside me,
Where it is dark,
Where it's lost,
The Secret Never Shared  Rising the hair of my arms,
 That  I try to ignore,
But it grabs me 
And haunts me, and kills me,
But I never spoke,
None ever heard,
The Secret Never Shared.

Like the moon black behind clouds,  Like the ugliness behind makeup,
Like the solemness behind smile, 
Like the tears behind laugh, 
It's lost, long behind,  Lost deep inside,
The Secret Never Shared.
The Secret Never Shared.
-Akash
Secret Never Shared- Deep in my heart, Lies a dark memory, Of some dark day, Of some dark time, No one ever saw it, No one ever heard it, No one ever spoke it, For its deep in me, The Secret Never Shared. I smile, I laugh, I cry, I sob, But it creeps at night, Rolling it's long tentechales, From deep inside me, Where it is dark, Where it's lost, The Secret Never Shared Rising the hair of my arms, That I try to ignore, But it grabs me And haunts me, and kills me, But I never spoke, None ever heard, The Secret Never Shared. Like the moon black behind clouds, Like the ugliness behind makeup, Like the solemness behind smile, Like the tears behind laugh, It's lost, long behind, Lost deep inside, The Secret Never Shared. The Secret Never Shared. -Akash