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Eight minutes to Love

Sitting idle at a coffee bar Sipping into some hot cappuccino and life passes by like a windy day sunglass stares of the bourgeoisie honking tonk of the cars and I wonder what if I get a glance oh that woman in the pungent red dress swaying her hair to the cross naillpolish tip top-ed up to date fancy crochet badge and a heart felt wind carry some bubbles from a boy in grey and her hands flow up and down in sway a heartfelt giggle rings my ears I turn and fall to ground no wonder they say it just takes a moment moment to sweep you off i stare i stare and she smiles away what wonders have you created oh GOD crystal bottles chunking to breath I leave my table to walk a width and she turns to glance at me A glance which lasted an eternity my white shirt drenched in the rain i walk towards those deep sea eyes she walks towards me and every other moving sound seems to stand still i meet her at the bottom of the clinton town...

Raasta Life

Raasta life Admired bond Countless nights Sleepless roads Roads less taken by dreams Dreams which don't dare to kindle Even in the wildest of states of being God forsaken hint Of loving a kind of gold Behold  The nostalgia and nonsensical catabomb Grinding its path to heaven A light Silver rings rising high Stars of celestial embodied with shining sparkling dust Smoke The pungent taste of old Welcome to Raasta life My friend - Saswati Barat

Humanitarian Thoughts part A

Can this humanity claim that it has drawn out the best of its manners can it say it has been fair to the world around How can the world feel so dismayed ? Just by the bare existence of oxygen in the levels of life Sucks the fever of greed to believe Money can buy the lie And humanity they say is adorned with trash mystique Mystique my ass Already so stereotypical mind Pondering if a poetry should be of such disgraceful history and profanity I am Audacity Arrogant Above all the Humans the humanity proclaims has died can it bring me back the simplicity of joy of giving and sharing not how many apples I bite or windows that let my walls look open its just a showcase of tragedy look above the glass ceiling meet the sky flow like the endless sea and you will know how Humanity is supposed to be