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She canters freedom like wind Gallops wilderness like fire And into metallic dreams She blazes banter with reverence- Only to chute through life’s greenbrier- letting seasons mark her deviance! As she gaits, bittersweet love is dinned with a shako of
Again the panic grips. Clones from the frozen cells of rot-scented rafflesia growing in abundance. Huge pitchers are swarming the landscape. You walk into the trap. The lid falls, blocks the way out and sharp spikes pierce through you, so
The lines she wrote still linger in my mind, So full of care, caress and sweet regard, That when I sleep, in dreams, I still would find, Those very rhymes from such a lovely bard; The words though parted by
Breath on my window silently screaming out for a certain Scorpio but it’s like you’ve just disappeared, like a ghost in the blinding snow, the fire here inside is warm but I feel a chill craving your hot, hot lovin’,
Oh deep, dark depression, my uninvited guest, the persistence of oppression is precluding my life’s zest. The dark before sunrise of a dawn that just won’t break, suppressed by a thirst for my soul that only sorrow can now slake.
Trapped in a box of vicious cycle, paranoid by his inner guilt, the laughter of darkness is agonizing him. No longer he wants to be alive , fighting his never ending nightmare, he lost his sight of hope, fidgeting to
I watch the world go by, From my position at its periphery, I ask each day, For a sign, a message, Something to turn the senseless into the meaningful. My thoughts turn inward, My being aches with the pain of
Only the love-birds will know it was time of inquisition. There was a lot of prodding in the neighbourhood. A voice without sound was resenting with guilt-virginity and the bell tolls for a zero hour. The entrusted trust was still
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
You were so sweet and gentle; so warm and so caring You were drenched with heavenly drops of honey. Even when our lives were sad and cloudy, you filled it with hope and sunshine You had many reasons to be
Did you know your tears break my heart? I see the frown beneath that smile Did you know you can’t see from afar? Staying with what surrounds. Just look ahead another mile They don’t know that you hide in your
Gunshots in my breakfast sirens swirling the rim of my coffee cup with blue hypnotism dressed for work and away morning air statue still dust of weeks on the candy colored cars moon is full above the rug store a
Yes…I know …I know my steps are to end. Darkness awaits ’round yonder bend. Wrinkled and worn have I become, scarred and tempered beneath loyal sun. Neither gospel nor gun, a lantern to be, for the cosmic thicket now welcoming
Her eyes were shivering a tear while the old year was shot she softly sighed ‘Happy New Year! ‘ And dried the tearful thought. Her eyes were echoing the heart its beating ten to one the counted seconds, whole in
When I started seeing you, needs were accumulating. A great paradox. The price is high for stoicism. My inner life gets battering Give me something to think of escape. It was not a deliverance. I was learning daily from the
I accept my flaws, I forgive myself, I forgive my imperfections, both real and perceived. I gaze at me with love. I learn to appreciate my goodness. So what if it is fragmented. I embrace myself and I say,” I
Messengers of God came To reform men All toiled hard to spread goodness and upbraid vices Generally they suffered and were agonized Noble minds believed and weak minds not So happened with the wit of every learned or enlightened person
Love glitters on the grassy cliffs- Slowly…….Slowly….. It enters in to the hearts. Life starts to glide – On the little wings of its carrier. It blooms like a beautiful flower. The fragrance spreads all over. Slowly…….slowly… It enters to
The bald mannequin, stands undraped, without genitalia moving the lips. The choreographer walks in caressing the knobs to open the invisible door. There would be knife between the teeth and dance in the flames to lift up the veil, to
Grand Rapids smell of burnt toast Moves like a pastel mall-walker defying Predawn blankness, sub-zero cold. The other stunned migrants sit folded In practice for the confined transit to come: Uncommunicative, unsmiling, unsure. Because small disasters are bound to occur:
Were you ready for a virginity test to cross the umbrella of harpoons. A chilled moon will welcome you after slaying the hot sun in the valley of gods. A schism scoops ignominy. Seeing the lights which were not there.
Why am I like this? Why am I like that? Why am I…me…? Or possibly, My alienated mind; Exceptionally perceives, Sees the same World, Like you but; From a different eye. My being feels so outcast, Like the most complex
Wise folks say choose your passion in life and follow your dream Well I can proudly say, even though it took longer than expected, I did so it seems What could one be more passionate for than helping the youth,
You know I do not hope any intermission, between life and death. My path goes nowhere. A hiatus between the mirrors has questions. From childhood I was always floating between the meanings of lessons unknown. I longed for straight humilities.
With all the wrong notions How are actions sound? In the heat of emotions With groundless ground In the world unlimited With the counted days Without soul’s bid One always strays Being crown of creation One can change his fate
Casuarina! I miss you a lot. Why don’t you reclaim this drab century by your drooping branches, off from the poetry of water? The words are dried up. No rustling sounds, the winged creatures broke the mirrors, a black moon.
I knew, you will come tonight, the nature’s fury , sand storm, dusty wind….. you came with rain, touched my hand like a queen… In my two eyes, moist clouds filled with rain…… tears and tears, rolling down…… you touched