Rants.
Rambles.
Yes, murmurs too.
And, idiosyncrasies perfecto.
Every poesy that comes by me, will pop up here.
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A collection of poems, proses and poesies by young Indian Poet, Writer, Fiction and Non-Fiction Writer. Matter focuses on Indianized perspectives on religion, sexuality, spirituality, family, relationships, anti-social ideoglogies, Communism, Freedom, Movies, Travel Blogging, Comments and Rants.
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Where does pain go to hide?
Do you know what is to have no place to cry?
Because the world has not described your pains yet?
Nowhere to shudder its hefty sighs down,
Nowhere to paw the overwhelming discomfort yet.
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