It’s the Doomsday.

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Today is the day when I feel the doomsday

clotting my blood

palpitating my heart.

The rumblingĀ of emotions too hard to handle

The sorrow shall blow the flickering candle,

The enigma bloats the conscious,

like the unkindled romance,

or never met the lovingĀ couple

the luminous soul bleeds,

yearning stoutness.

The eyes for this day

don’t glitter,

for it’s the doomsday.

If..it’s Blank?..

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The bottom and the rim of my heart is blank,

no tides or waves..

not even monsoon peeps the heart,

the conjectures doesn’t smell fresh,

name it stale,

name it hideous,

nothing alluring,

like it’s all plain,

and black.

The high spirits,still linger,

through the dark holes,

through the black lines,

only to know,

will the blankness still persist more.