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Only a reminiscence of the love, the beauty of a feeling shared, A mirthful experience, days of undoubted happiness, Mutual bearing of nature, There when you avouched you would never leave, Those moments when you would hold on so tight,
Splendor of a moonlit night frozen in vacuum silence of desolate air lies within reach. Let the mind break its golden cage and spread flapping wings. The sky and stars, trees and earth will absorb all the steam and bring
I sat here before Back to the wall The walls spoke of sorrow and fear Now they warm my heart With sparking luminescence Firing bulbs of elegance that Soothe the soul entranced Life has come back In glorious delight Every
Civil war: Again you are visiting the childhood.A green pond. Smoke filled eyes ask, what was a home? A black city of white hills. You were climbing on dreams to reach a baby moon. And the night was very long,
Let’s go down the river Let’s bury our pain together Let’s hold hands and forget all our scars Let’s go along the beautiful hues And forget the times we felt blue The pale wind takes all the bitter darkness My
Under the shade he spoke vehemently and coherently, He was cautious to please them and they weren’t late to applause, Thousands and thousands flocked and the weather not favourite, They weren’t under shade and drops of rain landed on them,
Power reserves forest land, wild aboriginals lose teeth and claws people enjoy them on magic carpet. Dams Reserve water, like lachrymal gland of eye woes overflow as tears. Reserved category once lived in gigantic palaces, now museums preserve grand air.
People are more precious than things you own. Should not be picked up ‘n put down like a telephone. They can be emotionally fragile, so handle with care, don’t cast them off, ignore As a lost cause or beyond repair.
Some hurts are best left alone some questions best left unanswered some answers best left unsaid it pricks like a million needles it bites like a million fangs my body seems inadequate my heart bleeds thick blood my eyes weep
I can’t forget to forget the world When your lips tenderly meet mine I can’t remember all my worries When those lips kiss me so fine That gentle caress of your’s Across my cheek Makes all my problems Look weak
People everywhere are all the same Given names and titles playing a game The game you might call seek and hide A full circle of love never divide This is the law of creation In every country for every nation
When in this deep poverty, I look around and see the haves, My heart burns with anger, They have it all, I have nothing, They took everything away, And we, the have nots, Live in deep poverty, Hardly affording three
Polite and loving words prevail peace, love and affection avail; where truth is in everyone’s eye and nobody tells a lie; everyday everyone shows a seed makes the place beautiful indeed; thus, everyone is kind and sympathetic the place with
Maybe we romanticized hurt and pain because we were always taught that the moon and the sun were meant to be together despite being so far apart and we too desire to be so magnificent that all the broken people
My love, wake up, the drums are coming near, Our army waits, their catapults are drawn, The gate is sealed, the moat’s bridge hoisted clear, Our seers have warned about this blood drenched dawn: Should fate be worst, your asp
Life’s all phases are boredom Except the youth – the handsome. The only stage full of chasm Is none than of Soldier’s column. Here we are full of sound strum Which separate us from scum. Our experience is a bit
Roses are red and violets are blue, I’ve run out of violets, for the violets were you. Since the roses turned black the flowers have died, You left me on my doorstep, you saw that I cried. But lilies turn
Like monasteries of old, you, lie perched on a hillside near the village You are mysterious, somber & silent yet there are no huge carved Wooden doors flung open wide to welcome weary travelers, And you offer no bowl of
Corrupt hierarchal systems Of laws and regulations False are all their items False are their celebrations False is the belief Of every thief Can you own mother earth? Can you extinct the birth Of species everywhere? Polluting the air Still
Remains busy from dusk to dawn, Giving his soul to Satan’s pawn. Keeping all the tricks buttons on, Man is nothing but a chameleon. Cheats all for his lust and greed- Third rate creature he is indeed. Sows contempt and
The fear is creeping inside with every single step I take Seems like everyone is going to hurt and their sympathies are fake With broken dreams and a heavy heart, I still hope to find solace Though in the past,
Under the gaze of bald beliefs a warped dialect becomes a squeezer. Helplessly I watch the slashing of my wrists. Darkness burns, without light only intense heat. The expected miracle digs in around, in trenches of my knees. I become
Love – the quest , the ‘curiousity’, begins in us early, for there’s always enough of a legacy, to entice, seduce and delight ‘posterity’ … Seeds of ‘romance,embrace and cajole’, Nurture within to become ‘full grown and whole’, Everyone in
Unpredictable winds swimming all around Relentless in their dance, boisterous and proud Clashing flashes of lights and booming invisible drums Gray painted skies draped in deep purple plums Ballooning over head, swelling ready to burst Parched fields of green awaiting
Floating thoughts, Waves of sea, sunshine, Vast emptiness – mingle altogether; Species of the day is least bothered… What’s going on and what’s not! If at all a heavy blow of wind will try To destroy the ‘civilisation’ May be
The debate has been raging for centuries. Where do we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going? Is there a Creator? We look around and see created things, intricate, complicated, sophisticated things. Creationism, evolution which one is
From early youth the boy wished his father dead the way he touched his mother and all the things in the house he claimed ownership his stench left behind overwhelming hallways and the breakfast nook pomade and flatulence his inevitable
Your charms, your charms, are figments dreams are made, I wish not to be gravely soaked therewith, Or else, I will be fool in love’s charade, That anyone would rightly guess forthwith; Is it folly to wait by Heaven’s door?
He was very thin, half naked, one arm broken, glasses cracked. Early morning an owlet will land over its head And give a long hoot. The bleary eyes will look down non-chalantly on browsing goats at its feet. I will
Colossal memories engulf me, I plunge down deep, Precious bring back my smile, Others do bring back grief. The quantum I did endure, My trampled heart would always pry. Sure nothing stays eternally, No fact hidden in cry! I leap