Poetry: Insincere Things  

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Nupur Chowdhury
An eccentric writer of quirky tales, who likes reading, writing, talking, shopping and singing tunelessly in the shower.

A poem about the beauty and the futility of life in the shadows of a world that never sees the sunrise but is awash with starlight all the same. It is the world of the outcasts of society, the universe of the dreamers.


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Let us do some insincere things,

I have tasted everything;

Daily kisses, nightly flings,

Words that burn the tongue that speaks.

Bitter days guide bitter nights,

White crystals in whiter wine;

Broken homes with half-lived lives,

Pale angels our haunts alight.


Broken glass
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All who come, they all must go,

The party ends at the first-light show;

Broken glass-like diamonds shine,

Rubies adorn the carpet line.

Welcome to this roller coaster ride,

Of lovers that soar and crash;

By hate devoutly we abide,

We yearn for splintered trash.

Tonight we’ll do some insincere things,

‘Cause, it’s all I know;

We live and die before first-light,

Our songs in shadows glow.


Beautiful morning
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Mornings are for better men,

Of the daylight world;

On the nights that Luna hides,

We drink the stars from broken cups.


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