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I need not want to know for it, a dirty mind of lateral conjugation; of uncharted hopes. The name splits the long story. Everyone had a stain on chest, color roiling the heart. Dancing on the cocktail grass, they started
A darling princess named puzzle-o-pia Of puzzles, she had a cornucopia When she solved them, she was in utopia The Queen worried her daughter, would get myopia! Losing her most precious puzzle, this was the little girl’s phobia So she
When it comes to communication, It is what connects humanity A strong bond that keeps the human race together So different, yet understood communicate orally, non verbally It will make sense, more meaning When spoken, learn it, or sign it
Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.
She remained firm facing tough times They remained cruel, forcing her to surrender She remained stable, drying her tears They remained hard, multiplying her sorrow She remained strong, trying to hold on They remained brutal, destroying her from inside She
It was not a fleeing moment Or a few hours by the clock Not even an eventful day There were weeks to contemplate And months to weigh the ups & downs Before the decision was taken Tears were shed, emotions
No love on this earth, can define in words our Love and Respect for you, it’s the Unconditional Love that you keep bestowing on us, that keeps us alive and kicking! You are the epitome of discipline and strictness, and,
In pinnate physicals, the thing, moves like a stark terror savagely. A primal fear takes over, because dead don’t speak. The bullet had passed through chest. Mutiny of dumb dandelions, lipless voices in the sea of madness. Search for a
The value of wind is known, When it is hot and humid. The value of friendship is known, When the Friend is gone forever. The value of Money is known, When all squandered and none left. The value of parents
He led the struggle, candidly active That had become a national mass drive He led the country, by being self-example To quote Mahatma Gandhi, incidents are ample Truth and non-violence were two sides of same coin Such pragmatic stand, led
Life is a mixture of laughter and sorrows, Sometimes it shrinks and it grows, Sometimes it brings happiness and sometimes tears, But at the end it makes you free from fears. Life will give you reasons to smile, Or it
If I’m leaving tomorrow For a journey of epic proportions, If uncertainty lies over my existence Would you say what I wanted to hear… And make it easier for me to go, Or would you just stand there, Mourn over
Hope and dreams Fill Schemes. Slippery as soap Both dreams and hope. My dreams have seen The things that might have been. The sweat it seems Is a part of my dreams. I sit by the streams With moonlight dreams.
If you’ve ever been broken hearted, so lost and alone, just run to the one who poured out his love. If you’ve ever been persecuted, and you feel like giving up, Open your eyes and lift your hands up. ‘Cause
Now, for long, I have lived with eyes that have never strayed in another’s. Now, for long, I have lived with silences that have never strayed into another’s. Now, I want to be, my love. Now, for long, I have
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.
The whiteness in a black-spotted dove flies away from my head, each time war wakes up; A voice falls down from a window staring into emptiness, which is jammed with fragileness and trivialities, and crashes on the cracked street. Rust
The voices, unheard The image, unseen. The crevasse that separates The analysis from my mind. It can’t reach me, as I cannot reach it myself. But still I am told to reach For the goal that I cannot see. Before,
When I, the passing night would now review, When you were in my arms, of love replete, And which by such, I could only construe, No other night transpired by half as sweet; The moon may have wasted its beams
On birth, crying makes our entry On death, silence marks our exit In between our birth and death turmoils all the while exist We celebrate Birthday with pomp and excitement Trauma of life preceding the birth day are kept in
Hearts are stars lost in a tango- between the moon and the sun. Stuck between parallel worlds- they only shine to a smiling moon only to die for a burning sun. Love is an eclipse of a sparkling moon standing
White, you diluted my red into skin that doesn’t fit squirms. Trampoline, reflected projectile in your eye. I, from you Stop background-ing walk in, devour me I will fight you survive emerge to co-exist.
There’s a big room in the house- It has many doors. Colourful lights reach my eyes, From underneath those doors: Red, then green, …blah blah blah. An old snap on the southern wall- It doesn’t pull me anymore. There’s a
Majestic is the setting Sun, Lighting the entire horizon, Crimson rays so cosily warm, Dazzling with a strange charm. Its flames are leaping high, Engulfing earth and the sky, All ablaze with red fire, Like a bedecked pyre. The dying
His fingers were frenetically tapping, as if passionately rehearsing the recapitulation of Schubert’s rich, nuanced B Flat Major Sonata. Eyes darting back and forth in the waiting room, accompanying the clamor of paper rustling and sonorous rhythmic accented breathing. *click*
I saw her snow capped mountains, Her fields of purest gold, Her cup runs over, All nature has no hold I saw her mighty rivers, Heard her oceans roar Stood in awe and wonderment, As if never seen before Her
So I find myself once again in the shadow of the crescent moon Back to the marshlands in the throes of an ancient gossamer Forest…well I can still hear your voodoo beckoning the spirits And I too can feel the
Yoga has been the core of Bharat Right from waking up to sleeping From a bath to a regular buffet, From sex to spirituality From birth to death Yoga plays an indispensable role Yoga is the heartbeat of the nation
That blurred evening light Coming from my windows Instilling unusual sensations, Making places for solace and sorrow. That blurred evening light, Filling my room with colours unseen. Gifting moments of bliss, Laying down unspoken pains. That glorious evening light- Occupying