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AKA Life

The macabre imaginations of non-existence.
The morbid interests of people in my choices.

The manipulative judgements by the wishful mob.
The maniacal interpretations of merciless souls.

The connections between fate is often fashioned.
The coherence between life and logic is often conjectured.

The jolts and surprises of life.
The jeering people nudging me to the pyre.

The velvety words. The coarse assumptions.
The visual appeal of inaudible emotions.

The deceitful intentions.
The demanding expectations.

Life is a smorgasbord.
What else, after all, can I expect it to be.
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Micropoetry: War Medals

Medals symbolizeNot what’s won but also lost.That’s, the untold story. © Suyog Ketkar #micropoetry #haiku

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The Name that Wasn’t

No voice, no noise.No reflection of oneself.No definition; none for assumption.I am not myself. Now here, now there.I pity myself.Now this, now that.I am not myself. Neither today nor tomorrow.I can’t portray the inner self.One’s thoughts, another’s actions.I am not … Continue reading

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What Stops Me from Writing?

What Stops Me from Writing?

It is the fear of losing out—
The experience, that is—on the Present
That I sometimes
Stop myself from writing.

However, it is the boon of—
Heart, that is—self-belief
That I reserve as I
Get back to writing.

It is the fear of falling behind—
the dreaded race, that is—monies
That I sometimes
Stop myself from writing.

However, it is resorting to—
Karma, that is—calmness under pressure
That I fall back upon myself and
Get back to writing.

It is the fear of getting lost in—
cluelessness, that is—the abundance of words
That I sometimes
Stop myself from writing.

However, It is the truth of—
Candid confessions, that is—life
That I seek, and thus,
Get back to writing.
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Micropoetry: The Wait is Over

Time flies, I would say.
Cuddles, and not Calls today;
My Princess comes back.

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The Call of the Pen

Pen down, digress not
For you must scribe much more
Than what’s beyond fantasy
Write what’s fathomable in only a lore. Continue reading

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