veeru_shete

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  • veeru_shete 14w

    Whispers of wind

    Dusk merged with void,
    She kissed crossing over the skin,
    A perfect balance of silence and words,
    Opening up to cosmic wonders

    I write with her, she turns the page, with
    A sudden move from her breeze, every evening with a peaceful mind

    A spiritual journey of many lifetimes, seeked in the silences between downtimes

    She is free and has a soul,
    Guiding me to next adventure, fulfilling her role

    A pleasant company, to those who wander
    A heavy resistance, to pitiful blunders
    She stood for a while, conversed about
    All she knew and all that she saw

    With no words and a parting jist,

    "Dont stand in your own way"

    Whispered the wind


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  • veeru_shete 19w

    Stroll through the ghost town

    Stepped out the door, into a town
    With walls so high, only light shined
    Was from the sky

    Different slivers of Grey's, were part of rainbow there, ironies smirked as the humors of the place, explained why every other person there had a sad face

    The souls there talked of the man on the moon, and would cross each other on streets like strangers, with cold sighted gloom

    Stood still amidst the crowd, to
    Observe how people rushed around
    From one end to other of the town
    Explains the lost state of minds, breathless as they drown

    Connected without wires, still being
    Wired to be disconnected, at every chance
    To bable mouths uttered a thousand things,
    Strange ways of life came the response
    When confronted with honest beings

    Visuals of the nature were stunning, and at
    Every glance cameras were clicking

    Fears I had heard, could be relayed
    Here I was in my worst nightmare being played

    Smiled at a stranger, stared
    As if I was a clown,
    Funny yet real, was my
    Stroll through the ghost town


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  • veeru_shete 19w

    Stroll through the ghost town

    Stepped out the door, into a town
    With walls so high, only light shined
    Was from the sky

    Different slivers of Grey's, were part of rainbow there, ironies smirked as the humors of the place, explained why every other person there had a sad face

    The souls there talked of the man on the moon, and would cross each other on streets like strangers, with cold sighted gloom

    Stood still amidst the crowd, to
    Observe how people rushed around
    From one end to other of the town
    Explains the lost state of minds, breathless as they drown

    Connected without wires, still being
    Wired to be disconnected, at every chance
    To bable mouths uttered a thousand things,
    Strange ways of life came the response
    When confronted with honest beings

    Visuals of the nature were stunning, and at
    Every glance cameras were clicking

    Fears I had heard, could be relayed
    Here I was in my worst nightmare being played

    Smiled at a stranger, stared
    As if I was a clown,
    Funny yet real, was my
    Stroll through the ghost town


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  • veeru_shete 24w

    If we lived our lives in a straight line from birth to death,

    " Won't that make us line following robots "

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  • veeru_shete 26w

    Scarface

    A winter map spread upon his face,
    Facing all, he goes to race,
    Bonds and people failed the faith,
    For all they do, is enjoy the game

    Irony stands,

    True colors revealed, with the stains
    Which pigments left, still struck
    Awfully filled with pain,
    Distanced by a patch

    Being a man is hard they say, with
    Extra adversities his path was laid,
    As if a needle into the skin,
    All shady faces pierced him

    Gatherings became a spot of resent, yet
    He chose to be present,
    Letting all the gloom, pass through him,
    One of the few things sports taught him

    The glacial patch is what people chose to focus,
    Chose to make him feel like a clown in a circus,

    Not a time he let him bound, to instill
    The same pain, as yields do take time
    After a heavy rain

    Curse extracted his best, was finally liberated
    From comforts of his nest

    A few said they cum on his face,
    Others pushed him down from his grace,
    Testing him like a puppet in front of a gun

    A bitch too dark, twisted
    The knife too hard, slayed his mind
    For a patch that opened,
    It's true they say, some girls
    Are a bad omen

    Same person, tip to toe
    One snowy patch, and people change rows

    Now it all makes sense,
    He had to pay the penance,
    To be the man who reigns,
    All it took was a scar to the face



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  • veeru_shete 27w

    Curse turned to bless, he was finally over the comfort of his nest,

    revealing true colors,
    People got happy at his patch worked face

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  • veeru_shete 28w

    Dark Deity

    An escape from the reality,
    Is her domain of fantasy,
    A fictional creation of my mind,
    Strolled through the darkness,
    With a pitch black might

    Was personified with an element of fear,
    Purpose she served, to be by my side
    To be more human than, those half baked ties

    Through her I comprehended,
    Practicality of gloom, as mysteries
    Were nullified in the known,
    Amplified in the mist of the unknown

    Having a habit of giving life to abstracts,
    At times, hanging clothes would be her floating, and the chairs would be her staring

    Never did she trample or quarrel even once,
    Cursing out the horrors with the back of a hunch, growing creative in light,
    As she was there teaching me things at night

    Riding the light, moon shed
    Staying in the parallel, below bed
    Her whistle is the breeze of night

    Such was this dark deity with a power named fantasy


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  • veeru_shete 28w

    Through her I comprehended, practicality of gloom, as mysteries nullified in the known and were amplified in the mist of the unknown
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  • veeru_shete 30w

    Whisky hours

    Sunk in the moment, crisp to the senses
    Begun with the first,
    Spilling out our minds, ranging from
    Philosophies to happy times

    Leading on to second,
    Line setting apart conscious
    and contrary faded away,

    Stillness in mind, and
    Body wavering to the water of life,
    Discovered a place, where highs and lows
    Exist on the grounds

    Smirked with the hollows, chuckling
    With tears, hyped wisdom suddenly spilled
    Learnt a lesson too precious
    " Never postpone joy "

    Like that old belief goes,
    Never trust a person who is sober with a charm and with no water of life

    Toasted to a neat, before moving
    On with our lives, with great speeds
    Whirling world, yet sure of directions

    The world fragrant of magic flowers,
    Such was the magic of whiskey hours

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  • veeru_shete 31w

    Smiling with the hollows, chuckling with tears
    With a tickle to the brain, hyped wisdom surfaced, learnt a lesson too precious,

    "Never postpone joy "

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