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begins from heart with what eye sees, and what ear hears, passion it creates, unquenchable emotion it turns on; hunger and thirst- it creates between lovers. adultery-forbidden fruit- it lays on table, poison-it presents as dessert, aroma of death, it
Liars eyes, reptile conscience, Forked tongue whispers, secret heart. Your fire, echoes of broken promises, Far gone is all that which we are. Ice berg, the ruination, Your words all begin to disintegrate. My words are now a termination; No
1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young
The habit of my soul to just walk away, leaving all relations one by one. Taking all the misfortunes, and the blames thereof, and the seduction of the silence of the mourning afterwards. Yes I know it has got that
They lie about my looks, That I have horns, an ugly face, scary, That my haven is ever burning screams, burnt flesh, Yuck! I’m beautiful, handsome, all you will ever want, If its wealth, who can outweigh me? Luxurious houses,
A golden bullet will bite the adolescence for the sake of prudence. Inebriated everybody wanted to go in a state of bliss. It was a targeted killing of a dream. Redolent of a prophet who will not answer the call
She wasn’t taller than her doll-house. She was still writing to Santa Claus. Dark curly hair and wide open eyes she piously kneeled piercing the skies. She smiled to Heaven and silently said: ‘With this heart I Thee wed! ‘.
Is man standing? Heart throbs. Is man squatting? Heart pulsates. Is man on his knees? Heart beats, even when posture affects the heart- its rhythms never end. In humor heart goes back and forth, in glumness it thrums, in sullenness
A word amidst verses, Coming to life briefly When the reader leases His mind and time solely. That moment of glory, Is transient like you; An unknown for many Very common for few. Alone it’s no meaning, A tale not
Leaves blown asunder Like images from a dream. Rushing to journeys end In life’s endless stream. Undercurrents swirling Dark as a cloudy day Smooth as silk above Warmed by the morning ray. There comes a meander, a bend In life’s
Sometimes I think about everything and in my wonder all my thoughts they do shudder a neurological network gone asunder a beautifully terrible bundle of fibers my Mind carefully stutters an enemy larger than life, yet a friend which could
Dearly loved, in your lips; I long to be your flute of love! And wish to be a lotus flower in your beautiful hands! Dreams are unpredictable Horizons become wider; shivering feathers of a Blue peacock looks for the pearl
What is peace, is peace a myth, from observing the world peace does not exist, unless it’s a mind state, or a frame of mind, the aforementioned means the same as well as man kind, peace is harmony, that’s a
Mother India I travelled to you Three years back ‘Twas a moment’s spur Friends thought I’d gone whack Mother India Filled with uncertainty For what was in store Intrepid and curious I reached your belly at Bangalore Mother India With
Walking in the bush, late in the afternoon: Spring winding trails Among Plantae et Animalia. An independent world —Sort of realm of alien species Welcomes your senses with a storm of small flies (genus Drosophila) Which playfully floods the 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.
There are indigenous children in every basket surly shopping at 10:00 PM as if single parents have taken refuge from the pounding rain among the long aisles of cheap goods, undifferentiated blue-white light. They want to go home there’s not
Would four-leaf clover give me better luck? A lot better than this forget-me-not? But rose that in your book I once did tuck, I never knew what destiny it got; Shall I conspire with wind to sing your name? Or
You and me Two different entities Each bound by our own creations Yet our love has made us one. Two souls became one Without any differentiation We carry our life Like the two banks of the same river Never meeting
Well and as the music plays and everybody Dances to Mozart inside, I stand out here On the terrace all alone, outside. All alone except for the owls, the moon and the stars I might feel left out and down
More than fifty years ago, there was a drowning in my little home town. Back then, we chopped cotton by the day, and picked cotton by the pound. There was no sliding boards or public play grounds. There was no
It’s a very subtle change in the words I find clues Even though it feels quite strange through a spyglass I see blue A very peculiar day unraveling pictures that haunt hue I sit on a boat and float away
Middle class mentalities and the dreams of diamonds Musical nights in the clubs with books of bibles Oceans of beauties but the horrible depths World adores the transparency of my breaths Quiet calm lips with the suspicious smiles Bare flawless
NEW MOON SPELL in the backwoods of the Louisiana bayou, voodoo is alive and well… Calling on fire, wind, earth and water in the shadow of the torch lights as the dance of the dead is danced, caught up in
The Carpenter from Galilee My life lay in ruins and in need of desperate repairs My foundation sinking under the weight of earthly cares I kept putting off fixing things until tomorrow Always looking for someone else’s tools to borrow
Standing in a milk line you were talking of depravity, of blood lines and the breast enhancement. A teenage fringe bomber wants to sew the civil society and explodes himself before the empty bakery. A young gal throws her son
You can excuse a poisonous snake when it bites because it is afraid you might strike first You can excuse a thief if he has no other means to earn You can excuse a woman driven to prostitution because of
Oh, you. You with your eyes. A golden brown. A deep forest green. They’re an abyss that I become lost in…repeatedly. You’re my panacea. A serendipity that is beyond lovely. Your presence sends a ripple effect of warmth throughout me.