To Lost Souls.

To Lost Souls. Restless isn’t it?The glorification of death,A cementing ache of completion.The matter over mind…Alas! Perhaps it is in the edifice of kinship,The Vale of Love breathing in the air in which we gradually corrode,A grain of sand – an aeon of history. To ruminate in the woes of a carcass,Your nurturing blooms in […]

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To Lost Souls.

Restless isn’t it?The glorification of death,A cementing ache of completion.The matter over mind…Alas! Perhaps it is in the edifice of kinship,The Vale of Love breathing in the air in which we gradually corrode,A grain of sand – an aeon of history. To ruminate in the woes of a carcass,Your nurturing blooms in a despondent awe […]

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The Gleam in Our Eyes.

It fluttered through the frenzy, An incantation of earnesty. Miles apart it stood, Whole and rattled, As I floated among the earthen layers, And the winter sun, Alas, losing its enmity to me. To what wonder it rested, The dead below us and the dying among us. As if light could penetrate us all, Like […]

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Words of Sagacity.

It isn’t just intuition to always listen to the silence encompassing as you stand at the pivot of staggering words and a pretension towards the innumerable words of wisdom that lay hanging in the Land of Eden. There isn’t anything without a consequence nor an objective without the art of subjectivity as personalities metamorphose with […]

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The Stained Constellations

It isn’t the apprehension that blinds me, Or the rejection that clogs my wellbeing. It is the sense of inadequacy that takes the charm, From the guiltless moons, And the stained constellations that flicker inconsequently. Nor does the edge petrify me to falter, To step forward and but forget the burdens hosing us down. It […]

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A Comforting Death.

A Comforting Death. I wonder what’s left for me to write. What words have yet been unsaid by my soiled eyes, Or what murmurs have yet gone unnoticed, Among the chatter in the skull. And the incessant urge of plunging into demise.   It crumples me down, The inconsistency of the ravishing winds, And the […]

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“I Wonder.” by Imaan Siddiq

I Wonder. I wonder. What secrets lie dormant in the once breathing body. What passions flowed unhindered through the agile brain, An uncovered utopia or a fearless ambition? An image flashes by. One which is daunting, unforgiving and pierces through the inanimate. An ancient revival of contemplation, In the words you used to read, And […]

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The Silence Prevailing the Act.

It all goes by us in less than a flurry. A company of iotas passing by in the ravishing second. It didn’t take a second chance or a fleeting look back at that which we cherish. It all faded out, converged, diverged, separated and blacked out in front of us like the curtain that separates […]

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