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When world becomes your very own dungeon, Not sleep nor dreams, your jailer gives but woes, Your praisers, scarce, but critics count legion, Drizzle of friends, against downpour of foes; In fields flourish wild weeds while wheat withers, Your well
Sometimes you realise you’re stronger than you thought, In hindsight you can surely see, The person that you are and all but had forgot, Lost sight of the person you could be. No matter in life whatever dragged you down,
She was a flower, Blossoming in each direction she stepped. A flower tucked in a rose woven sweater. She grew thorns to protect herself from those whom sought to misuse the essence of her beauty. The spread of her fragrant
It was a photograph, as old as Their marriage, of both of them. His face radiating her fulsome bliss, Now eroded, tarnished and frayed At the edges, slowly, yet surely. Trying to tear him out of mind, She turned over
(Every adversity, every failure, every heartache carries with it the seed on an equal or greater benefit. Napoleon Hill) For him the moments in life appeared to standstill, everything seemed happy and went according to his will. There was beauty
Tattered clothes that were barely there Her tortured soul was threadbare too. She mirrored our impotent helplessness In the face of destiny’s dire performance As we watched her bizarre life played out. Every time I saw her writhe and squirm,
Absent deliberate intervention vis a vis suicide, supposed “natural” longevity of generic human primate ride ding bareback across avast broke back mountain minus pride defies accurate prediction, though hypothetical projections can override unknown factors, whereby excluding misfortune nationwide (and/or globally
Of sweet moments we make remembrances, Such that by time the love object departs, We will be left to reminisce glances, Of times in which we have indulged our hearts; For hardly last the charm of fleeting things: The hug,
Tides starts to rise, ripped up by the currents; The birth, snuggled to keep up, tenacious children; Ripples fretted the body, filling, reaching; Stream of water, lowly creeps, lulls to the hollow bed, Trust forth and flow in the rivers
Plethora of other’s misery too afflicts in some form Improbable to brave fury stuck in eye of the storm Setting right all courses own turns terribly wrong With tide stuck in vortex best let go to flow along Untying few
Whosoever holds tight God’s rope He does not burden beyond His scope Sincerity in adversity helps to cope A man with faith never loses his hope Oh my God overlook my blunders Only you save me from all thunders Your
Dare to question madness, valiant, ever courageous, interrogate absurdity, what you find vexatious. Never refuse to face unyielding resistance, stay true to your beliefs, remain ever consistent. If there is a price to pay for the right of knowledge, and
The sunset blazes ‘pon the vault, This afternoon dies slowly forever, The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue, Another episode of this life’s masquerade Comes to an end… The curtain falls… And beauteous Agnes Adoma, The prima donna of
Tell me not to turn the page… it’s the distress that made me strong, it’s the distance that taught me to long. It’s the lies that taught me to nurture the truth, it’s the exploitation that gave me the courage
I’ve been drenched In the pool of Tormenting thoughts The footsteps that entered Into my oblivion Those enormous hands Metallic fingers Sharpened nails Molding Cupping First a drop Just touched and trickled Then A handful Yet not satisfied …. Everything
Why do we perceive life the way we do? As if a journey loaded with obstacles, As if a mystery impossible to construe, As if souls stranded with brutal girdles! Failing to realize it’s not as complex as it seems,
profiling the divine phallus on terraced shrouds of fault the dilemma of arcane notation starts for that succultent rumours, emotively torn asunder, a green room becomes epiphanic, the voice was gone with black sun; buried onto neck in the drenched
Community divisions Shatter all livings Trust, respect and honor One and each other You do not need a donor You need a good mother Kids would learn by watching Much more than they learn by listening The value of trust
There is someone who comforts her each day, stays with her till her tears go away. Makes her laugh even in her worst mood, never cares about her being rude. He holds her hand in the darkest night, never ever
Was busy carving out the white clouds like stanzas, unflawed. Now I begin to fall apart. No meaning was left in a drink. You could see only your image drowning in a scented charity. At last I am watching myself.
On a lonely day, I stare at the shaking trees, And falling leaves. Deciduous leaves leave the boughs, And a stream flows and stirs about Like a lovely lough. A scene so beautiful, I looked and adored nature’s manoeuvre, What
Leaves on the trees turning from yellow to brown With a stiff wind soon on the ground Rustling, rustling A pile of leaves so neatly collected Beckoning me so they’re not neglected Rustling, rustling I jump I jump so gleefully
I kissed the pillows of her cheeks. Covering myself in the blanket of her caress. While here nothing is heavy. Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms She doesn’t mind my snore, relaxed in complete comfort.
You seemed to be in hurry for getting a success You wanted to get happiness right now, but failure seized your mind and made it unable to access. Now, you are in despair away from your dream Once you were
Little white hair You’re stuck to my scalp And I’m ok with that As long as no one can tell…. Snuggle up quiet Under the black tresses ‘Coz quite frankly You don’t match, like, ANY of my dresses…. You’re crazy
Your cheeks, in red ochre rouged In dimples, the scarab dew slurps Eyes and teeth, a white flash sleight Stretch marks, varicose crossed, like The Anaconda’s swallowing strains. Your life restless, the nose suffocates Dawn disrupts as the feathers ruffled.
You will always be my great love So true, it consumed me It’s the kind everyone would want to have Warnings, dangers, I refused to see My heart is broken I cannot stop the tears from fallin’ I love you
We the highest of God’s creation we the knower of many, the holders of the eternal flame of knowledge. Universe still unrolling its sacred secrets. is it this pride which made us blind? so blind that no light permeates our
At point highest clouds appear and glide along Locks to climb mouths to bathe in beckon a broken soul Asses astride caution in mind the journey of bumps bundles along Excited at first exhausted at last mile First source of
A few years back, When I was in my shack; I had a sudden rendezvous with this man- The man who is the most Unbelievable bundle of mystery. Sans expectations, sans apt expression, But still longs for hidden passion. Searching