If you want your name to pop upDon't speak your mindGo with the flowBe superficial and fakeAnd they will surely say your nameOn the blue sphere of fakenessThey will spread your fameAll you have to do isDance naked, drink drugsAnd bow down to your king Surely, you will pop up. S.C.P.B
Category: Poetry
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The shadow of this day drops its curtainAll the muffled pains and sorrows encumberIts burden on man's chest, on the next day's Back. The day leaves its legacy and dies. S.C.P.B
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Modern Heart Her heart is her own.No more wears it on her sleeves;No great expectations! No more tears!She adjusts even its tic toc beats-No fancy arrows might break its chains,She conquers its core and its districts.Now,Her heart is her ownShe puts her mind in her heart.Now,She may wears it on her sleeves.Now,She may dances on… Continue reading #poetry #poem #iamwriting #heart #she
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white paperInkless penClock on the wallStrikes in the heartBrain goes blankEyes lose sightwalls of blank…Built up White ideas hoverOver onThe white wallsReason by the blank brainSee by the blank eyesWritten…On the white paperWith inkless pen Leaving the roomBashed like Dickinson'birdScars and fears roamPast ghosts daunt the presentThe past doors wide openWornout dreams fall apartPast and… Continue reading #poetry #poem #iamwriting #freeverse
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Deed Let yield to the dictate of TimeThat all entities breathe then die. That nothing in its state stands stillWith time all submits to God's will. From fair to unfair all mundaneYet deed will follow, will remain. A Rose's relish for an hour throneWhilst its true scent will carve in stone. S.C.P.B
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He bids her goodbyeShe savours bid chocolateThe des(s)ert is sweet S.C.P.B
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Past memories that iHold, dear and near,In my heart and brain, IFall prey to their call,At times. S.C.P.B
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Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink,Dark past must be buried its vivid corpse;Fight your inner night and rise your sun pink.When life despairs the youth, they oft misthinkAnd paint on dim canvas vehement mourns,Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink.When wrinkled… Continue reading # poem # iamwriting # poetry # villanelle
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In circled flight, theyFlutter and soar the skyIn the hush of morn,Away from the dust and its dirt-Quite away! At the sight,Thither the beloved kin,The heart blurts sighsWhich eyes cry out.The drips drizzle,Whimper and whisperThe tic toc throbs:" Shhh! Keep Quiet!" S.C.P.B
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A Traveller Treading on his bad road,He stumbles and falls.Not complainingOf the stormy rain,Of the long journey;Yet his short viability.He's strolling alongToo exhaustedOf his back loads,Of his weak force;Yet his heavy heart.Will he attain or not?His so longing Rainbow,His so desired Rose…No one knows.No one knows. S.C.P.B
So-called Poetry of Biba 
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