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CRAFTINESS OF A LONELY HEART!


When a love one is gone to abyss..

The heart searches of a companion in promises

Hope gone to the needless tranquilities

Beyond another mannered plague of guiltiness strives

Another formal want of cuddle dances by in pain


Home gone to the brevity of commonness

Love seen far in an empty dreams

and forgone books Liquor

A sudden friend taken to the soul to kill

This is where we call life a betrayal of destiny

This is where we call white black just to be sane

When the eyes drive from the unseen to the seen

The empty barren of the mind fill all over the stake

We become stream, stream of tunnel..
no pain felt


We feel no more of the bite of the inching world

We feel no more of the gladiator of the darkened earth

One self becomes a misery of an unpured prey

A ghetto home...

A ghetto image of lost lovers.

Bed of stone..house of symbols of like fate

Look through the blank pages of your searching eyes...


You would remember nothing of when you were still in mother’s womb

Even after birth to earth Blackness

The art of the soul to bring agony

Greenness is the comfort of the mind

Life is empty when praises elude you

Life is empty when your love ones are gone

Life is empty when tomorrow has no promise

Life is empty when emptiness rules

Life is empty without a dream to dream

Emptiness has no definition to the heart!

© John Vincent Artistry For: Film Republic Pictures and Gemwriters

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