The Uncivilized Indian

The rubble at the bus station

Millions of years in evolution and thousands of years in developing our culture, we have established pretty well that we are far more evolved than any other beings on this planet in every possible way. I agree. But only on a biological level. What did we lose along the way? Common sense. I am not… Continue reading The Uncivilized Indian

Liberation

Of this world and of this skin Of flesh and blood I am Feet on the ground , thoughts of the stars Stuck in reality and chained with humanity Screams my immortal soul To be liberated To be enlightened It screams not to be bounded By the seven sins By the countless perils It screams… Continue reading Liberation

The wounded wings

Anchored to the ground Like a trapped Phoenix I flap my wings, trying to break free I scream out my pain, hoping for freedom Thoughts flying around Poking, agonising Saddening and bleeding The blue skies , still a distant dream The idea of solace , a myth I want to believe Lying in the pool… Continue reading The wounded wings

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