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Elementals
-Piyush Raj
Spit out pinecone parts
apples stacked on wooden carts
cold wind through doors
ghost town and bloodied floors
I forgot how my face looked
coats lost on the floor unhooked
is it a crime to lose track of time?
again my horrible voice chimes
Broken walls and an open asbestos roof
rotting lilies grow in the corners aloof the
trees whisper profanities to my water
and my spine fell out to lay on your altar
Cracked walls like a termite's path
through rotten wood the feelings carve
Inhuman rage fills my sight
screams of my foes shall rend the night
The Nom de Guirre I shall employ I shall not rest; merely destroy.
Piyush Raj
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As Mary Oliver says, "Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world".
I often find myself zoned out, the sunlight passing through the windows of multiple trees creating tyndall effect or maybe just the silence of breeze. The modern day cannibals distract me, they infuriate me. And by modern day cannibals I mean, people who destroy the humankind, who spread hatred. I write about river and I write about the sea. I write about their agony and I write about their dismantling embankments. And I believe that's all me.
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