About Joel Guha

just a soul, trying to cling on to memories and keeping together a million pieces of mind.

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Through minds that rush unspoken,
And through waves that were left upturned,
With every move, still in shape,
She stood there, firm and unturned.
Youth of dead souls,
That screamed out wishes –
Wishes, all once left untouched,
Wounded, with no shout in leashes.
Grinning through tears of rich red water,
Her soul showed all, a smile on grace.
Shivering through thoughts and faked smiles,
Nymphs once, now all grimace.
Crying through every torment it bore,
With souls, left to live their night-life,
Left with souls crying on fouls,
Left , unknown to their ‘Afterlife’.


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