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Our serrated union, your guilty secret of yesterday, unacknowledged then, now buried without an epitaph, prods me to look back at the signs milestoning the cratered street of unlove, which I missed through the misty glass that gullible love brings. Now I clean the windshield of life with the cynical wipers of other basic instincts. There is clarity now. The craters of Unlove. #SerratedUnion #Unlove #GuiltySecret #yqbaba

Our serrated union, your guilty secret of yesterday, unacknowledged then, now buried without an epitaph, prods me to look back at the signs milestoning the cratered street of unlove, which I missed through the misty glass that gullible love brings. Now I clean the windshield of life with the cynical wipers of other basic instincts. There is clarity now. The craters of Unlove. #SerratedUnion #Unlove #GuiltySecret #yqbaba

Aarchi Advani Saini

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There was a time, long long ago~ঔ There was a time when I had still the strength to be an oak uphill           sieving stars with unshaken hands miles afar the dark of wastelands No matter how high it was, I was up to climb; fazed by no pitfalls nor birdlime; there was a time. No hails no rains could squelch my fire my flames seldom failed to respire as frost furled a trembling rockrose my sunned breath tingled the haze nose racing the warbles of wind thru russet wheat grains like gypsy cranes I was, tamed by no hails no rains. With sleek moonlight cribbed in my ribs, pecking dew drops off kestrels' nibs I flashed mid tangled wisps of scuds while rainbow crowned candytuft buds and on the ocean lap I dreamed away the night snuggled in the arms of a bight with sleek moonlight. Year after year thundered through me whirling like draft-blown confetti bit by bit, I strayed past the brink my greenness p a l e d in an ice-blink as autumn cut my roots like a serrated spear depleting me tear after tear, year after year.           long long a. g. o, I was alive I had the vim, I had the drive           to soar even with broken wings untill agony seized the strings ©Aarchi Advani Saini There was a time, long long ago~ঔ There was a time when I had still the strength to be an oak uphill           sieving stars with unshaken

There was a time, long long ago~ঔ There was a time when I had still the strength to be an oak uphill           sieving stars with unshaken hands miles afar the dark of wastelands No matter how high it was, I was up to climb; fazed by no pitfalls nor birdlime; there was a time. No hails no rains could squelch my fire my flames seldom failed to respire as frost furled a trembling rockrose my sunned breath tingled the haze nose racing the warbles of wind thru russet wheat grains like gypsy cranes I was, tamed by no hails no rains. With sleek moonlight cribbed in my ribs, pecking dew drops off kestrels' nibs I flashed mid tangled wisps of scuds while rainbow crowned candytuft buds and on the ocean lap I dreamed away the night snuggled in the arms of a bight with sleek moonlight. Year after year thundered through me whirling like draft-blown confetti bit by bit, I strayed past the brink my greenness p a l e d in an ice-blink as autumn cut my roots like a serrated spear depleting me tear after tear, year after year.           long long a. g. o, I was alive I had the vim, I had the drive           to soar even with broken wings untill agony seized the strings ©Aarchi Advani Saini There was a time, long long ago~ঔ There was a time when I had still the strength to be an oak uphill           sieving stars with unshaken

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▪︎The Spectral Coin▪︎ 《Captioned》 ▪︎The Spectral Coin▪︎ While going through the pages of his late father's diary Zach, a boy of 15 savvied that his dad had a deep affinity t

▪︎The Spectral Coin▪︎ 《Captioned》 ▪︎The Spectral Coin▪︎ While going through the pages of his late father's diary Zach, a boy of 15 savvied that his dad had a deep affinity t

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Wish their flow was not bridled, Their movements not curtailed, Their banks not habitated, Their hearts not sacrileged, Couldn't we treat them with respect, And helped ourselves from being wrecked. FOR THE LOVE OF MOTHER EARTH The rivers furious and roaring, In their fury they are snatching Everything, on both sides,cutting Away thei

Wish their flow was not bridled, Their movements not curtailed, Their banks not habitated, Their hearts not sacrileged, Couldn't we treat them with respect, And helped ourselves from being wrecked. FOR THE LOVE OF MOTHER EARTH The rivers furious and roaring, In their fury they are snatching Everything, on both sides,cutting Away thei