This is the most weirdest poem that i have written, guess it conveys something. :D
LIFE IS LOVE
Devoid of my stolen self I live
And the act of stealth alone lives,
Lively and you look moons, stars, hills
To peak you their testimony of its ill.
The clouds itching eyes and time ticking hours
My lids wide open unwillingly the sleep.
For it defined creativity, wide open our,
Your, my latter later sense
Need you the art to art life
Have had you and your’s heart life.
You query the Sun, Moon, Skies all
For it to stay as they say stay
Alas not you stay a beard
With your’s and you remain bared
All this not teens not dreams
But all sans teeth, sans smell – [ sansteens]
Smell this mud of far past.
For it teens leaves em sans vision
Sans blood, sans brains, sans reality
And all this good by sans hair.
Longing the youth em for them life is
But thrust render you life is from it…
And the act of stealth alone lives,
Lively and you look moons, stars, hills
To peak you their testimony of its ill.
The clouds itching eyes and time ticking hours
My lids wide open unwillingly the sleep.
For it defined creativity, wide open our,
Your, my latter later sense
Need you the art to art life
Have had you and your’s heart life.
You query the Sun, Moon, Skies all
For it to stay as they say stay
Alas not you stay a beard
With your’s and you remain bared
All this not teens not dreams
But all sans teeth, sans smell – [ sansteens]
Smell this mud of far past.
For it teens leaves em sans vision
Sans blood, sans brains, sans reality
And all this good by sans hair.
Longing the youth em for them life is
But thrust render you life is from it…
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