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Infinite.

January 9, 2017January 9, 2017 Udhav RidiculouslyLongAndNotSoMeaningfulMiddleName VermaLeave a comment

Dispelled among thoughts, like a needle in grass; Golden sands, silver shards, of my souls’ hourglass. Though my roaming vision, would soon be prohibited, For our infinite imagination, is infinitely limited. Infinite

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Day Dreams.

January 9, 2017 Udhav RidiculouslyLongAndNotSoMeaningfulMiddleName VermaLeave a comment

Raven eyes, hair dark, Out of my head, in a spark As a dream always dies When I open these eyes.

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Her </3

January 8, 2017January 8, 2017 Udhav RidiculouslyLongAndNotSoMeaningfulMiddleName VermaLeave a comment

The bright color of the sky was her Not the blue, but the pink after The sun goes , into its sleep Or after some quick showers’ stir. ***** Then turned fiery red, after she met him The loveliest of colors !as she lost her grim Brighter and prettier ,she grew for days But some… Continue reading Her </3

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Introspection.

July 18, 2016July 18, 2016 Udhav RidiculouslyLongAndNotSoMeaningfulMiddleName VermaLeave a comment

Living the days in anger and fear Of losing emotions unimaginably near Half of me living, Half of me gone.. Just as I realised, what I Do is wrong.

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Lost in Worlds but Found In Words.

July 16, 2016 Udhav RidiculouslyLongAndNotSoMeaningfulMiddleName VermaLeave a comment

That ever smiling guy right there, Has a very dark secret,I fear. He lies again his old long truth, That very lies have tarnished his youth.   As his thoughts,still hidden by a haze, Secrecy!what all hope to be mere laze. But why,in the depths of peculiar gaze, Of his that we find,this recurring maze.… Continue reading Lost in Worlds but Found In Words.

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Big kids Don’t Cry.

July 15, 2016July 15, 2016 Udhav RidiculouslyLongAndNotSoMeaningfulMiddleName VermaLeave a comment

    Under the shades of the infinite blue,   Some fight with sleep to make it through.   Fight and fight,with this world so sly,   What else could they do? Big kids don’t cry.

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For the World is a happy place.

July 15, 2016 Udhav RidiculouslyLongAndNotSoMeaningfulMiddleName VermaLeave a comment

Hate came for the Jews, with the rifle and grenade. But why would have I put up, Any kind of aid? For I am not a Jew.   Then the Indian partition, followed by red flood. But why risk myself? We don‘t share same blood. For who are they to me.   Banglas in seventy… Continue reading For the World is a happy place.

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