The sunset blazes ‘pon the vault, This afternoon dies slowly forever, The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue, Another episode of this life’s masquerade Comes to an end… The curtain falls… And beauteous Agnes Adoma, The prima donna of the opera house, A-shining in the luster of her fame, Leaves her beloved stage to
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As the day dawns and I open my eyes I look upon a world of painless surprise A smile creeps across a hopeful face As I lie in my bed; comfy place A tentative move; a testing stretch Then comes the cough and my face is etched Pain, like a stalker in darkened streets As
How frail, in truth, is the world that we tread The captains and kings predicting calm seas ahead As they’re riding high, upon their silver spoons Laughing, as below the world withers; dying blooms How thin the membrane of life’s brittle bubbles Building our barriers and avoiding all troubles Do we wonder at the reasons;
I love thou not, o land of high hypocrisy, My country of the totalitarian democracy! I’d rather not hear thy people’s speech Or behold thy men’s disgraceful binge! I love thou not! If thou be a chariot, Old steeds are pulling you, the coach’s name’s Iscariot. He leads the steeds into the deep abyss, His
Yet be another dawn as pristine and pure With captivating awe and everlasting allure Sun rise once again same as since before Exuding perfect glory to behold and adore Stray clouds wafting free spirited unbound Casting soft shadows on perfect background Day devoid of sorrow sans any rueful disdain None cause for malice or anything
You are a girl. You have to be polite. You cannot go out at night. You should not be arrogant. You are a lady. You cannot be so gutsy. You are a young woman. You cannot be angry, that’s reserved for young men. You are a woman. You have to get married to someone. You
Sumptuousness of the cafe, Sitting at the corner… Softly Decorated with glasses comforts of Air-Conditioner.. Silent faces unknown held down on phone-screen… Headphones and Ringtones like sounds of guillotine Inside the head-Rage and fire against the politics-bullshit of generation of liars shouting at the busy street Evening at the city through the transparent wall hiding
One of these days… I want be so happy that I don’t need any filters to look beautiful. A candid moment of mine must have the power of thousand likes. My newsfeed shall be dedicated only to my most glorious antics. The happiness around my being will call for an immortal meme in my honor.
She does not see herself as the matriarch, but age and wisdom dictate that no-one is more deserving. Since his demise she has stood alone at the head, guiding with sage counsel and devotion. Loved and revered by those who have followed. The herd is spread, by distance alone. Closeness is a family trait. An
I I don’t even know what to call The feeling in my torso, So tart and curdle. Meager me! As I keep on recalling your words “It was a mistake,” you said. But the brutal fact is, I grasped it too late. The mistake was mine, For trusting you. Betrayal … Is it too simple
As the sun peeps out over the misty hills And the dawn chorus calls with a piercing shrill The demons of the night skulk slowly away A sidelong glance at the few that got away He rises and stretches with sleepy eyes A sigh of relief and a laughing surprise The nightmare still lingers at
You will not be the same after him. Neither am I. Of course, you suit him better. You can make him dosa and sambhar as opposed to the roti and dal that I would have managed. You can do long walks, late night dates, stay overs… The whole nine yards. I did none of those.