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Allow his thoughts to enter your mind, Allow his feelings to merge with yours; Allow his emotions to mingle with yours; Allow his soul to be one with you. So what he is much much younger to you, So what
“I’m coming home” that’s what she told me last december a short twelve days to a Christmas morning where the only present I could care for was waking next to her only to sneak out of bed to prepare her
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
Life with my father has Never been magical If anything it has always Been tyrannical I go home Anger welcomes me I meet the instigator The abuser You, my father You cheated me out of a Parental relationship Which caused
I was scrolling through a few of the #MeToo posts on my timeline, when, I thought I’d bring a few questions clawing my mind, to the society’s attention – How could you throw the unassuming girl child to the ants,
Reeling in faith, dread of truth overpowers I loved the reason. My legs were shaky when I was treading on the barbs getting ready for a leap in the unknown. Somebody said myth was a whore. It turns men into
Mangled manes And battered beaks Broken wings And a life limps And is snuffed out. Glassy strings In the hands of a child, with gleeful faces That see me soar… But his hands covered With unseen blood And lingers the
Her favorite French word despite She hated the devices themselves Gutless spiders, she’d say, all legs Appetites for unwary heads, lop them off. As a compromise she didn’t own any hats Just a few holdover rain bonnets A pair of
Urn was carring the snow unmelted like the soul of night. It was a very strange winter like araucaria puzzle. Who was dragging the evergreens over the chaste cliff? All the incogerent roots have broken the placenta for new gods.
Happy happy happy happy new year Welcome to the New year Goodbye to the present year The first Cheers of the new year is dedicated to you my dear The faces looks unfamiliar who is who none do know what
Swamy consented to give interview to an Australian team of six men None of them expected such a stunning miracle that awaited, then Swamy outlined at the outset oscillating health of the mother of one of them Who too nodded
His soft smile a spike testing the blind ledge of her as-yet unlined forehead. she saw it in every stranger’s face even in the reflection of her wide brown eyes as they considered the amber lens at the bottom of
The hoot of the train was shrill enough to bring me back to my consciousness, With eyes half shut I could see the sunrise albeit my body was in oppressive soreness. Thankful was I that the night was over, And
The man he stands in burning ashes, A volcano flows into the sea it masses. The world will drown tsunami trashes, A black day dawns, for 20’000 years it passes. No life on earth except cockroaches, A symbol foretold by
I intend to move away from myself as apologia for sadness, Could not give up the zen, powerless, breathless, drowning, in my skin, my veins, sharing the existence of undoing, what was something. Nobody I am, connecting to you by
It was an absent answer. Terror was one abyss in unhindered waking of eternity in being. The passions rise between downpour of black rings on the terraces, was nonstop a parade of excuses and pretentions, no body was taking the
He has half a mind to say nothing The other half won’t keep quiet Muttering to itself half listening Neither seems aware of the other But both handle the wheel with care Concentrating like a hawker hefting Objects to sell,
When honeycomb started dripping, he stopped eating and climbed a sand dune for the last journey.Pall-bearers were ready for blunt futurism ceding to a deliberate defeat. Hunger was his turbulent empire, resting his hands on the shoulders of rocked time
If I lived in the sky, dressed in gold, looking charmingly fine and on my lips honey glowed If I owned a kingdom spanning skyline to skyline with slaves at my beck and call due to royalty in my bloodline
Looking beyond the window I always wanted to shut my eyes. No sky could hold my head. I did’t want to see the innocent smiles vanishing from the moulded faith. The smell of burning leaves waftes through the catacomb of
If you were but to sate the fear of loneliness in my heart Would you let me drink the smile from your eyes? Would you stir the sleepiness in mine While I spend all the dark days Ignoring that particular
Let me go first in the cave to see the hollow-eyed, bird-face, my ancestor, relic of reclusive committment, eaten by hierarchical grass, inch by inch. Calories burn to free the bones from the green pond, beached, skinned and fished alive
Bodies die of getting envious, seeing the happiness of souls; the souls seem to lead the flowery life of fairies. Seeing it, bodies spread the sighs of hell into their eyes, lips and faces. Their two souls, as it were,
A knock at her door, she opens tiny crack “Mrs Anon?” enquirer asks. “Who wants to know?” “Are you Mrs Anon? Please tell. Has she come back? ” I need to know who you are first “wants to know!” Enquirer
Something impossible would happen. Truth was too much to operate, life was easy with fakes. Neither mortal pain, nor needles would mend the wounds. The chasm was deepening. And I stitch the orange lights with the kisses of green tears.
Just a look and they cast a spell on me those beautiful enchanting eyes; As they captivated my senses, yet emancipating my heart into the skies; Elevated much by the setting around, those dark eyes in a darker guise; And
As the day slips behind the cliffs On the far-off horizon Taking along its glorious lamp And all the warm sunshine The earth looks down wearied All hustle and bustle comes to close The world enveloped in darkness Retires to
There’s an empty hole Left behind Heartache and sorrow are entwined In every action, thought and feeling I have A big part is missing since you have passed Sadness tainting memories with lost hope Externally showing to all I can
Whispered names falling simply off lips, Freckles that ripple on skin, Azure eyes that flooded dreams. Eyes may capsize stable thoughts, Blindly wade into unknown waters, Not knowing awaiting dangers. A siren’s melody put in a trance, A map to
A bucketful of moon falls on my door with the smell of a salted night on frozen shoulders of a punctured landscape. I start expanding unseeing a sentimental lake. Life was asking a very high price for the purple bruises.