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Had there been a sigh of millions
There could have been a roar of laughter
Thousands of footsteps would join in a long procession
Holding the candle brighter than many thousand suns
Voices would choke voices in writhing pains

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Winds blowing with an ocenic silence
Nothing seems to be worrying the withering leaves
Hell is not farther from the swelling guesses of soul's voice
Hungry autumn breathing solace into desiring heart

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We are all in one, we are all to one
We are all for saving thy grace and glory
The whisperings of the angels from the far yonder land
Together we bear the burden of your days and nights
For all ages we are ageless dreams floating in ethereal splendour

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High wind has blown away the sky
Waves of mutiny have not yet died down
Days have collapsed into the shouts of nights
Will the dark days ever be smiling on their face?
Patches of green still peeping into the silent valley

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Is life a rhythmic ocean? Joy and sorrow speak in their colliding languages, yet they never pray to God to salvage their identity in that rhythmic ocean. Life is vibrant and cautious to strike back in times of contagious war. It wakes up to the call of shrill siren that comes from the conch hidden in the metaphors of cause and effect. It checks and rechecks embryonic vertebral science. It catches fire when rains seem to be silencing the rhythmic ocean.

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For your eyes only I will dream for ever, for your eyes only I will sacrifice my desire. If the black swan flies over the sky, the white feathers float like a puff of clouds. There I see your loving face with rains of innocence dropping down my body and soul. When you cry for the moon, I jump at my feet to fetch you a pale of my tears. And I disguise you in colours of my joy and sorrow. That is you.

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Eyes wide shut out
Walls of time frozen into a black chiaroscuro
Sounds listening in deeper voice from a yonder horizon
All the morrows drowned into cyclopic sorrows
Faces smaller than the squarespace orbs

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When I get you in my world
It is something greater than before
It is a colosassal beauty never than before
And I take your hands into the realm my senses.

As I get you in the sunshine of the morning

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How do actually feel when somebody says that he is religious and avidly believes in the existence of God and in the teachings of God? Personally when I hear this I feel more than disgusted. Not only in matters of religion and God, I also have aversions towards anything superstitious. I seriously think that these two issues are interlinked and mutually conclusive. The concepts of religion and God is itself is a superstition and if we think deeply that all superstitions evolve from the irrational idea of religion and god. You will not find anyone believing in God free from any kind of superstition. Most people are religious and those people are positively superstitious. There is no getting away from it. On the other those people who are truly rational being are mostly irreligious and atheist. And they are not superstitious in life. This trends develops scientific mentality in them.

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So sombre are the moments
So dark is the overcasting horizon
Nothing swears by God's voice
The heart is throbbing in uncertainty
Never knowing the end of this catastrophe
Everywhere it is shineless night

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Who has stolen my shadows?
Who has gone to humble my all souls, brethren?
Time wraps days after nights
All spaces sizzling in prairie fire like a nomadic tribe
Sudden silence of violence crying in a whimper of oceanic slumber

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You are dark unto light
You are the revolution of the sky
Light turns to black when you cry
Rivers flow with the morning breeze
To have a furtive look at you
Yet the sun hides into the cloud

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You come by the gray setting sun
Slow passion disintegrates you into nothingness
Flowers have shed their petals in a ravaged corner
Rivers has lost the distance for long
Long scary shadows dance in your feet

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Someday it will come. Tomorrow or the day after it will come. Surely it will come. This way nothing can work in this demonic world. This is a hell of a world. Here some demons ruthlessly rule over the rest. They rule and rule, their rule is perpetually in motion. They have robbed the power of the rest and with that added power they have become powerful, powerful to an astronomical limit. They are superfluous with power. Days in and days out they have gained in power. All sorts of power, the main of which is the economic power which in turn has made them all the powerful and violent politically. Because of this, poverty and pride reside side by side here, there and everywhere, all over the world. All over the world, they have spread their wings and always out on prey baring their ghastly fangs. Because of these demons, the world has cut a sorry figure and got its face defaced. The face is too black. The face is too ugly. The face bears all the wrong they have committed and still are committing. This way nothing can work.

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Power is an overwhelming concept which pervades everything so intricately that it creates web around human existence and essence as well. The normative essence of power caters to the lusty needs of some and snatches the very essence of human lives for the others. The others are led to sacrifice themselves at the altar of the almighty. The almighty are the some who wield their absolute power from within and without over the lesser others to revolve around their orbital space and the others are destined not to escape the centrifugal force of that orbital power.

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