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Jaya Prakash A

Jaya Prakash A
in
the Cafe

Mother Nature’s Daughter

Her blue body stretched thin Until the vast horizons came to beckon And request her hand for a dance In the ocean’s mirror above. Her…

1 min readSep 12, 2018

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Mother Nature’s Daughter

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Jaya Prakash A

To all Creepy Uncles

I am no boy, a man, or a wise dead Who knows no courage, Only a shell breathing inside. Around the old house, I run With a mind to hunt the…

1 min readSep 4, 2018

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Jaya Prakash A
in
the Cafe

The Lone Fight

Here you go, brother. Take yourself through the light My eyes are here to shine On days like this and again.

1 min readAug 31, 2018

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The Lone Fight

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Jaya Prakash A
in
the Cafe

Wicked and Vain

They think of me as a trophy, maybe to lock me up in a case or like a hamster in a wheel? So that I can run to fill their needs. They judge…

1 min readAug 26, 2018

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Wicked and Vain

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Jaya Prakash A

Hinduism is a Sham.

or at least over 93% percent of it.

8 min readAug 24, 2018

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Hinduism is a Sham.

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Jaya Prakash A
in
the Cafe

For Us, By Us, To Us.

Sun dipped brushes, Night sky tipped nibs, Organic chords orchestrating Limbs imbued with grace, Fingers fiddling keys, To capture motions…

1 min readAug 21, 2018

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For Us, By Us, To Us.

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Jaya Prakash A

The Journey

What was that? An echo? A rhythm beating off the stage of sanity and stability, around pain to suffer. Which others might hear If they have…

1 min readAug 17, 2018

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The Journey

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Jaya Prakash A

Schools are Secretly Dream Bookmarks

Feet skipped of them Would take me to Mars, Hands traced along their rails Could have ruffled heads a million, Times I slipped on those…

1 min readAug 15, 2018

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Schools are Secretly Dream Bookmarks

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Jaya Prakash A

Treasure Hunt

Showering in pitch black rooms Pouring ice cold waters with Mysteries washed from the shores Added to my hirsute canvas Above the splashes…

1 min readAug 11, 2018

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Treasure Hunt

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Jaya Prakash A
in
the Cafe

Bruised and Banded

Bearing her eyes beaten, swollen and lips tore, Face puffed like a stuffed animal he shot At a carnival outside the city in the dark. Blue…

1 min readAug 11, 2018

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Bruised and Banded

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Jaya Prakash A

Jaya Prakash A

A kindred soul from a random edge of the world. Crafting Poetry for pleasure. Writing stories cause can't live forever with them in my head. OneGreatFantasy.com

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