Category : Poems

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I see around, when my 

Heart pound;

Core of the Arid, where my

Soul dried;

I cried aloud, under the 

Red hood;

Out in the sky, where I 

Can Fly;

I stand on the ledge, beyond 

the Hedge;

And a leap, forever I

Can Sleep;



I have my dreams, and my

Anger steams;

No Coward I am, the ruthless 

Dam I am;

Not this a full stop, another 

a Semicolon;



Suicide is never an option, we are doomed sometimes to the core. We expect a rose in the arid and a jazz in our nihil. But hardly anyone will be there for us, that doesn't mean we are nothing, it means we are something that nothing can deserve. Never break down, but take a break, to strike hard again and again with utmost enthusiasm.



Love all, hate none.

Semicolon is not just a break, it's a rebel. Rebel to find the strong self.

Respect for all the rebels, fighters and lovers.