Poetry
American Beauty
In the quiet glow of a steel‑town skyline, A quiet drive under amber street‑lights, the day turns slow. The silver‑spun cars purr like a Nostalgic lullaby, Plastered with the rhythm of denim and
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The Quark’s Lament In the quiet heart of the atom’s core, A restless sprite of energy does roar. It jumps between worlds of strange contrariness, Three flavours, each with its own caress. Colour‑charged, it carries
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Cool Hand Luke In a remote winter stretch of the Southern state, the ledger of the prison rolls black‑and‑white, and there stands a man—Luke, with a stare that’s mute, his beard trimmed like a
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The Manic Waltz In the dimming light of a London evening, the city hums a low, restless beat; rain slaps the cobbles like a drummer’s wrist, each splash a phrase in someone’s mind. There, in
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The Joker's Riddle In London’s misty lanes I hear a laugh, A cackling echo that no Londoner can halt. Not a clown of court, but mortal’s worst delight, A mind unravelling under the city’s
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