Free hugs!

Free hugs!
For they’re imprisoned within you!
Open the bars and let them through!
And let them drink all night!

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A trip to lovers’ lane

Please stay away from me, for I
Can’t keep myself from you
Right here and right now, let’s stop
Before we follow through

Don’t touch me with your gentle hands
Caressing my heart so
It will be shattered ever more
Unable to let go

The time I cast my eyes on you—
Regret I ever looked
And frankly, I am quite afraid
I’ll be forever hooked

I’ve been through this a dozen times
My mind knows no restrain
Sidetracked to stupid love again
A trip to lovers’ lane

To handle yet another loss
I really don’t know how
So let us stop before we’re through
Right here and right now

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The new age connoisseur

I let myself be lost
Confused on purpose
Puzzled by well-cherished novelty
Demoted to an amateur
This taste of helplessness makes me
The new age connoisseur.

In such a world where
Angst makes love to your blue ankles
And where depression is your only friend
All madness is not just allowed
But is a rising trend.

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A poem for a day

What if I were to write again
A poem for each day?
And scramble words without a plan,
Not knowing what to say?

Just wallowing in vanity
Without much affection,
Not caring ‘bout quality
Nor aiming for perfection?

I realise this still holds true:
I haven’t gotten stronger,
More smart, original or new—
The days have just grown longer.

So let us seize the day, my friends
And celebrate the dawn;
The smell of freedom on my hands,
Like of a fresh-cut lawn!

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Ignoti nulla cupido

Once you realise that good and bad are variables
The very function that inducts us human, crumbles
Enlightenment that sends one wander in the darkness
Fills with insecurity and leaves me in a shambles

The rights meld indistinguishably with the wrongs
The absurd becomes unbearably, intolerably rational
There is no meaning left behind the olden songs
And every truth portrayed as such is only factional

Oh, let me blindly walk again among the mindless fools
Submit myself to bigotry and blissful prejudice
And pave my way to reason, where we are just tools
So I can, come my death, ascend to paradise.

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