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Neither below nor above , Natural nature seeks scope , To survive on Instinct’s rope . The normal in periodic table , Weaves the Necessity’s fable , Here ‘yes’, there ‘no’, runs the tale . Futile prove all theories of
“A Noseless Woman” Once I saw a wretched woman, She was badly mistreated by a demon. She was an unfortunate wife, Her husband cut her nose with a knife. For her there was no place to hide, She sold glass
Scared, timid, silent, sound it had no more, Rough and dead, its breath seem to fade, Flesh darkened, ripped apart from the soul, Cover the portions of my love, The Raven pleaded for its dying soul. I use to hear
There is vacuum in the space Between love and hate and there is doubt in the space between truth and lie. But the plane is abnormal when You don’t trust your view. Grasp the gap, like melting lava From an
Suppose the sun does not rise the school boy may still lumber in his slumber, the house wife may enjoy her liberty to corner her routine job in relaxing herself in spiritual rest. But the busy father may be surprised
Well something of a Blair Witch documentary The three of us on dark, dark October night We parked our car and took our flashlights Deep into the pitch black woods trying to prove Or disprove the legend of the ghost
The once clean and pure waters of the ocean, Pure, What does that even mean? Where whales, dolphins, fish swam freely, With the course of nature and life. No interference by humans. The ocean is as beautiful as wild animals
Why is it I can’t understand, this feeling that I have inside? Infatuated in my thoughts, my mind. Trapped by the truth without my own guide… Why do I have to feel this way? Seems normal,sometimes abnormal.. I can’t even
An earthquake in my hearts’ kingdom Peaks and troughs,patterns were random Nurses making the fastest moves Trying to fill my cancerian grooves Blackening my last scarlet blood drop Weakening my smooth breaths’ rope I felt the cracks in closed,transparent, glass
However popular you are, you feel most unpopular at times Popularity is like an intoxication feelings of pride takes you to the skies when the spirits sink in feelings of frustration sets in the moment spirits sink out Glitter and
Assembled casualty, repetition of conflict from the time of its start until the approach inside your heart, just before the last beat. Instrumental are the events that correspond and implement an almost unjust desire, circumvent any time spent and repent.
The moon is declining on its late night journey The lady you adored all through out the years Is returning to daily fold with respectable form, The October sky is cloudy and moist like your vision, You have scant sleep
The poet takes the fall The ballads turn to the darkest alibis The bottles’ staring at me Emptied faster than they could sing The sorrows’ in the sky Clouded thoughts reigning from within The memory of your touch Buried in
A distended deceipt takes over, when you, you become the fear – under a distorted moon, tangled, unscripted. The damp nails scratching, on the skin of light after hurricane. Ruins stand on broken skulls praising the icy death bringing the
I cannot bare to see it now! It’s symbol so forlorn. The Passion we so fondly show To place your crown of thorn! And yet, it harbours life, in droves; For all things come from you! This delicate, sense filled,
In the end there will be no witnesses as far as we know. But there are no guarantees. In the final entropy of the last 400 million years, the time it will take for the life of all radioactive substances
On the transient cage-like throne Amidst columns of arms and might, The regalia holds the unwieldy sceptre….. Lust and lavishness drag him to loot Fiefdoms torn and patched; Fear drives him to frighten others The ‘should be patriarchal arms’ Instead
Eyes as hard as the hardest stone. Inscrutable, hide within secrets galore. The face, the same. But them hands, they lie. On a bed of lies her mind still rests, Waiting for a kick. Dystopia all around her. Or so,
I watch the seagulls fly shouting your name, Should in your isle, you walk along the brine, Would you fancy to play this childish game, To hear bird cries to sound like name of mine? The moon reminds me of
Coffee// By: Fareed Ghanem **** Here I am, just a handful of water taken from the last raining season. Since the last Bedouin had poured me into his pot, which had been dyed by sand and smoke, and laid over
Those aerodynamic seconds when Tarzan catapults between climbers through wild greens A nose sprouted on my scalp steers my body into wheels of motion as the doormat whisked from under, flutters Into a maze of colour then of frolic and
Hi there,I’m your “Little Bit”of a muffin king.To keep my”Little Bit”of a fur coat clean, I tie a “Little Bit”of an apron around my waist. For my grandma I’m creating a surprise!Grandma loves bran muffins. Bran muffins are grandma’s favorite.”King
My master In his tact tied Astute tricks As an alchemist Enacted Enchanting Enslaving me My master Ringed me Caged me Often fidgeted With my softness Tempted Teased me Tamed to his tunes I leapt Danced Licked his feet Let
Like a rumbling thunder let loose upon a recalcitrant world by the fury of nature, the sound of heavy gun shots could be heard ominously in the distance from this remote settlement where the inhabitants lurks away in the gloomy
An image was talking to you in your mind. There were fudged voices of foot soldiers of half-gods. I was scared of synthetic leaves and black stars. It was a most explicit blood dance baring-all, the hiss of cones. You
Tonight I will not sleep I will call you in my eyes. My hands were trembling when I opened the book. Words you uttered long back tumbled out ashen-faced. I started burning inside. Where did we take a wrong turn?
Poignant dreams chased by fictitious self; Serendipity of mind breaking the veneer of heart Vainful self once taking a back seat; Though not for long But the veracious sun does smile through Minuscule though it may be to me; Shallow
The kitchen staff left a slice of cake out. all the while, stacking chairs on tables, scraping the grill, through the ravenous inhale of the vacuum cleaner, it sits like an unscaled peak framed in the lights of the pass-through.
Glistening sacred fire brightens every life casting off ignorance renews pure white minds in unison to design eternal Calm to pacify the heart rending misery crumbling innocence. Fire of wisdom baffles the literates to fathom the depth of intelligence That
Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated. Remember me and smile, for it’s better to forget than remember me and cry. If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could