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The Chorus of the Pulse

Pulse of love counting the number of times I take her name in minutes.
Pulse of marriage 2 hearts,
but one synergistic beat,
shaking in triumph with their long grey hair.
Pulse of deception is the actress,
that masters the art of deception.
Pulse of anger is the heart running away in pain,
but searching for pain that whorls down to darkness.
Pulse of sadness is the bleeding heart,
that runs along sidewalks where souls are lost.
Pulse of depression is the thunder of horses plunging too loud,
makes it difficult to hear your self-hatred.
Pulse of silence is the scream of miss.
Pulse of distance is louder than the pulse of silence.
Pulse of beauty is the breathing heart,
once it minds up its first beat.
Pulse of pain filling its blank cheque.
Pulse of support pulling verses from remains until inspiration sparks.
Pulse of hatred is a blinding flame clanging upon the heart.
Pulse of soul coursing through infinity.
Pulse of smile laying bare the heart artless, never affected by the muddy depths of its birth.
Pulse of rescue disdaining the reins of fate.
Pulse of hope is a whisper among the bustling crowd.
Pulse of betrayal calling for checkmate.
Pulse of logorrhoea is the river under the tongue.
Touch a finger to your pulse and stream your life.
It is the same life that shoots softened cries as you die by the green tree,
and rocked in the cradle of deep ebb.
It is the same life that shoots the dust-storm in numberless blades of grass, and breaks through a wave of field of flower blooms rising past my knees.

By A T


Woven Tales of Nature Crushed

Water gushes down the hill
Where hidden stories were buried in the mountains
Singing out to the sea
But the sea-voice of elegy crowding
To the end
Signs of life shooting blossoms of crowds
Roots dug leagues into the ground
As it climbs something screams inside
As we chop it down
before it reaches the skies
Windhover displaying precious frames
Dipping it’s wings in the sun rays
Waving in that milky sky
But we swallowed your pride
Thrown away that scent of freedom
On the grave of dreams
Getting shadows shouting on the nightmare scream
I wonder how strange to the earth
We have become
It is this dying note
It’s choking on the words
that you are afraid to say
My soul is being drenched in Unescapable death
I hope once you would read my Lifeless story human
That is being shattered in moments
without being noticed
And come back and say
Hoping for that ever ending last breath
Mistakenly alive

By A.T

The Untitled

Purpose checkmated
Designs frustrated
Will resisted
Title is still reserved
Blood, sweat, tears
Nothing is left to beat
Praying for rain
Considered to be a healing
– a blanket-
But dealt with mud
Gadfly torrent
Still untitled
Never despair
The absolute extreme of self-love
Afraid of rotten luxury
Unfurl your sail of thoughts
Trust the promise of this opening
You shall hear a warning tune
In a distant idea’s fife
Of the End
Permanent gale aggrandizing
Sanguine splints
Off the untitled offing would we sail
To steer the zephyrs of sorrow
To earn the Virgin flecks of happiness
To be the dauntless Pathfinder
Of the title……
Casting off the cloaks of the Untitled…..

Mirrors For Reassurance

Gender Equality breakup
Fight mirrors
Evil organize in the spirit of
You stink of blood
You stink of unkept truth
Convection will always
beat you down
Pinned by Joules through this poetry
Then you
just bleed out their
You infect the blameless
You ingest war and pain
You are just thrown in a loop
Along an alley of unending
A choking cloud of smog
Hampering visibility of logic
Nuclear arms standing caress
waist Deep in cold smoke
Demonizing inactivity
Romanticizing the wild
A subtle torture
Restless Insomnia
Opt-out scenarios
Of gender equality
That Sex this war on
This War sweats for lies
The Symptom of a Vacuum Collapse

By A.T

Blotchy Eye

Unveil your eyes
Until blotches of black appear
And your eyes lose the glow
Alive with scars
Just as the pen’s nib
That scatters blood-tears
Blotches my words,
Cripples my verse.
Fills my poem with
The sound of melancholy,                          The Unison Shrill Wail.
Becomes a cadaver of
Love rest in peace.
Shall you depend on sight then?

Loop the Loop

Leaving home
The time when you come to the end
Of your rope
Venturing out by your feet
Venturing in loving heart that
Will hang on a tie knot
Leaving roads
Caught in a loop
Where our body is drawn to the
Same point home
The Centripetal Force
Memories never knock
Until you build a door
Filling the gaps of your fingers
With the one you love..
Life is the thief of time
Spreading its wings
Guarding our treasurer
The one we love
Distance whispering damn
As it means little when the one you love
Means so much

Fatherland Man

Blind are the roads that
Serve transportation
Unaware what it binds
Where the heart beats
To his country,
If the question is glitter
Then the answer is man
But if the question is glimmer
Then the answer is dead man.
Mind is blind to the land
To plant the seed
To lend a soul
To dress the future.
Jealous is the grave
Of the affection the earth first found

The Prelude of War.

Smoke covering the land
Bullying the enemy
Out of the fatherland

Eye Status

What words they hold

Feeding your focus

With her

Creates orphic hymn that goes all around

Landscapes covered

With scorched wings

Igniting thirst

Out of this storm

For Raindrops landing on your lips

Perfuming the soil

Where our roots lie

The art of the unspoken

Sharpened by your presence

Covering landscapes with paved roads

Culturing true love

What words they hold

Starving your focus

Colors grow out of darkness

The dawn breaking the night

Echo of Amber around

Making starless the night

Breezing wind that pours on my face

Whispering into my soul

Remembering the days

The moments

Telling the heart to beat

Prevailing true love

Even in her


Giving your mind the sight

Of her presence

By A.T