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Guilt is a mermaid picking strawberries at a grocery shop You think you see it there But you are the only one And you are allergic to strawberries. Guilt is an armour you tragically fall into As soon as you
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
Life is a series of relationships, Which come & go as time drips. A consolidated sequence of life is lew, But the list of happy moments are few. Living life with that only one, And not an analogy of some.
Love is as snow cast from December’s gray ceiling heavy with joy Reigning white smiles upon Us We… two in deepest warmth.. mittens entwined.. legs touching as we stand watching Winter’s crystals dance briefly in heavenly descent Within each imagined
She is like the vastness of the earth, so confusing, Her beauty is fatal, her heart fierce, her body delicious, Many not withholding, in love Cause it’s a battle worth fighting for, She is the Angel their mom said to
She’s my perfect girl. Every day at college she sits with me, Enjoys my company and accepts my love As I do hers… She’s my perfect girl, She knows I play too many games, And that I’m obsessed with cartoons,
A quest for celestial insanity brings some comfort. Somewhere the script had failed. Only man was not responsible for the exiled sun. No longer the earth obeys the numbers. Wait, my mother I will enter into your bones and increase
The vertical thought had jumped on the moon without any qualms. Do you think, the dreams will sell to man these butterflies. The ants were waiting for the death of the lamb wandering in the neighbour’s field. O God, how
Take it to the doors of heart: features are same, of whores and nuns. Small steps, big hands move towards the blood-gates of ropes to pluck the thorns from books. Tomorrow was yet to come. Today it is bloodbath in
I wonder what you think Of the human race From your celestial pedestal Above time and space? In our lil’ world that revolves, How long have you been involved? When you peer out through fiery eyes, What do you see?
Lips pursed like a camel readying to spit Eyes squared beneath a rippled brow and the words cartwheel out in a venomous stream clipped phrases of newly mown grass dismissive invective heaped atop shrugged shoulders in a pile of dead
Smiles that crinkle the corners of their eyes, Hugs that squeeze the life into my heart, Mountains of joy, Rivers of love, Growing and running for the skies up above. Hands to reach and play, explore, Feet to ground them,
Time has kissed all over your Wide strong frame like a Much married mistress. Shrunk your dependable muscles, Loosened your chestnut brown cover, Sculpted your face with lines That deepen your smiles and worries. That chest where I lay curled
Life sans light They are sitting in a remote dark room to relax without switching on light. For they want a real light that brings peace and solace in their laborious humdrum life. They toil from dawn to dusk without
The rain makes puddles on the pavements Children splash their boots in them, it’s not a crime People have ideas and make their statements No one really cares, it’s just a ripple in time I think throwing a stone into
We all have our personal demons; she mumbled, as he hugged her and looked over her shoulder, at the abysmal state of their lives. When will I see yours he asked, anxiously. Just then she let loose the screaming choirs
Deluge of criminality in the moral night; sun was taking a plunge on the falls, in the name of cobbled up front, for our rise and fall in the primary casuality. Sacred contusion, on the floor of the mausoleum, when
Simmering on a distant shore, my minds eye floats upon. Swirling thought upon swirling thought do my reflections grow. Infinite realms offer fertile grounds to burrow through. Mountains of realities the minds eye sees one as real as them all.
The pain slowly spreads through my body. While my mind begs it all to stop (to stop the pain, to stop the tears…), My heart refuses to let him go. The mind screams out: “Let him go! Save yourself!” But
I knew my heart had been set alight with passion, that memorable day I cast my very eyes on thee. Your slightest rebuff to my endless advances would pose a more formidable challenge to me than Europe’s invincible, combined vast
The hardest steps are those taken alone lost and hopeless searching for home looking for the one place you belong, someone who’s heart sings the same song, forgetting ourselves along the way, searching for more, we were lead astray, vision
Night The night is so strong it pulls you in like a shark into the deep water You can’t just dip your feet in because it cries primordial order Places in your mind are still until darkness is your midnight
If I could just describe the pain, The pain, of losing you! The pain, of missing those Passionate kisses, stolen at moments. The pain, of looking down onto my chest And not finding your head resting on it. The pain,
The buff flaunts his elements in a dissenting voice. Don’t go into the lake. There were no survivors. Stop kissing the moon all night. Clouds were moving away for the coronation of the sun. The windowpane was broken. Somebody has