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Pranesh Varan, 7 may 2012

~Bent~

i've tried so hard
to fit this into the slot machine
but my coin is bent.

Someone offers
to lend me a different coin
-but i refuse.

i still search
for a
bent machine.

~

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Pranesh Varan, 28 february 2012

He was the quite type
The one who got stepped over
Left behind
Alone.

She was the wild type
The one who stepped over others
Always lonely
in her mind.

Together they were amazing
Fireworks they created
Time stood still
Consumed eternity in an instant.

Love, lost in a moment of lust
Eternity faded into darkness.

He was the guilty type
The one who hid in shadow
Leaving trust behind
A mask of sanity so carefully drawn.

She was the cliche
The one who lived by constants
Driving each other insane
A step further to indifference.

Together was just a memory
She forgave him to remind herself
He prays for another chance
And just then, instantly, eternity is gone.

Love was gained in a friendship
Pain has faded into a scar
Lies have become the truth.

Everything now, Beautifully Forgotten.

~

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Pranesh Varan, 7 december 2011

~Quiet, Just Quiet~

The still autumn night
no longer sings sweet music.

No soft piano or
raindrops on my worn

rooftop,
no calm or solace.

No violent winds
creeping

through my window sill,
no hope, no promise.

We are the lost warriors
of our time.

We are broken
we are beautiful.

Suffocating.
Exhaustion slowly setting in.

We fight harder
and harder

Only to get nowhere.

We hold something sacred
in our hands.

Breathing in the Emptiness,
our world,
so dark, so heavy.

We fight,
we stumble,
we fall together.

Our essence splattered
in the darkness.

We are drained of sorrow
unable to mourn at all.

We hope for
Quiet, just
quiet.

~

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Pranesh Varan, 3 december 2011

~Hope Remains~

Fading, sinking, falling
into the depths of your regrets
there's nothing left but apathy.
A frail sense of indifference
at the cost of your arrogance.
Tripping over words
stumbling before you, helpless-
because you're open and
constantly dropping into the void
you've decided to take the world head-on.

...But place your hand in mine
let's attempt the impossible
and paint the flowers
with reds and crimson blushes
stained with passion
breathing life into lillies
crushed by the weight of past decays
trapped inside doors of sober bliss
we'll seek the path to dwindle in peace.
What we find will become our
perfect deluded wilderness.

We hold the choice to breathe
the air and endure life,
surrender yourself now to
the grim lights of tomorrow.
When hope remains, you'll know this
-we will rise above!

Only to move, breathe, run
and fight again.

~

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Other poems: ~Bent~, ~Beautifully Forgotten~, ~Quiet, Just Quiet~, ~Hope Remains~,

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