It’s a toss, head or tail but you never know, She shows the head and buries the tail but still you can’t tell, She seems right but what of her other side? Who is there to share the other side of the coin?
Aimlessly searching for the right person, To share her other side of the coin, Who is bold to share her other side? Right, left, up and down is there anyone?
She is hurt, rejected, abused, abandoned and a loner, She sleeps in fear and in dark rooms she cannot stand alone, She hopes to find one person who she can pour her heart out to, In the rains she tries to run and hope the other side would get washed by the rains,
It’s a toss, head or tail but which side of the coin do we know? She smiles back to strangers to hide her darkest secrets, She spend sleepless nights trying to let go off her past but she just can’t, Do we know her other side of the coin- it’s a toss.
The world has shrunk. Have sex in half-black bipartisan calculations. Ripping apart, no body was naked inside the costume. I was too wakeful under the ventilator. They were killing me methodically. It was theatrical. White gowns and blue gowns. Only
Everything seems to be silent but my ears not, although world sleep but my mind’s not. Memory once rejoiced like a sun’s heat now turns winter cold, before isolation was a luxury to me but now it’s not. What happens
About the book: This is a selection of poetry about solitude and other obsessions that have distracted, driven, destroyed and / or defined us. Spanning genres, styles, emotions, time & place, these works by a collective of 5 poets are
Through perfect imperfections Are we able to find evolution. The flaws we face on a everyday basis Seen through our own eyes as love. A ballast on which we see each other. Without fear, without hesitation. I see you, not
True and sacred relations are made for each other Two hearts met first time in the college To begin an unhackneyed relationship Together they had cup of coffee Together they studied in library The friendship grew into love one day