The World at Large

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  The descending sun spooks me, As it reminds me of impending doom. The fate of the world hanging on  the joker wearing the crown. A game of deceit and endless conspiracies, Rigged to make the hidden emerge strong. ‘Come one come all’ The sign bellows. Not one peasant decided to enjoy the menu. They are sinking to fall in their own broken ship. All towing to head into the dark abyss. We enjoy playing the game when it is, Someone else who’s head will twirl if they miss. But when the trigger loads and the target is us. When the bullet wants to grab hold on us. We run so far, without a hitch. We run to never stop to check. What happened to those who tried to save us? What happened to the joker who longs for love? What happened to the magician, is he still sick? The old man, next door, did he get his tip? The world of our species amuses me. To see the world move by so cheap. The moon is now out. It winks at me. The stars shining bright following me. The world beyond our species, F...
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The broken sky...

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 Running through the fallen meadows/

I see the broken sky.

A tinge of red paints the end,

with a single golden strand/


Touches of yellow, gold and amber

dance with lively fame/

The Archer's gift reigns amiss,

as the world falls to disdain /


With the corner of my eye,

I catch the broken sky,

and all it's hidden shadows,

waiting to grow into priceless shows

and dance with lively fame...


- Mahathi.S 

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