The Gods Smile

The atheist has paid
Her morning obeisance
Brimful of water
Adorned with
A decapitated flower
This, her duty
She is told
She will close
the familar evening
With
the red eyed incense
the trailing blue odour
The Gods smile
at her broken will
They had their victory
in her genuflection

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On shifting ...

A half decade
of my life
neatly packed
in boxes
brown taped

The walls
now naked
lost
its tears
amongst moist patches

Blue stars
I plucked
left
patches of grey

Some corners
Still unlived
hold its secret
tightlipped

Some would come
desecrate
certain nooks
where I found love
lurking

Elsewhere
I would unpack
love
from
chocolate hued boxes

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