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Flicking through the paper an advert caught my eye, I hesitated slightly as I almost read right by, “Space Cadets required all across the nation” The job was made for me so I sent off my application. “Experience required” I
Terrifying it was When sun completed half of its routine journey A tremor overpowered unexpectedly We heard about earthquake but never experienced before It remained though minutes but disasters unheard streaked Like wave of thunder light Almost all came out
I want to remember… those immaculate strings moving across this spectrum of dust this spectrum of golden dust stealing around your meningeal hair those amusing gaps segue ways of humorous slip ups I’ve missed in order to get on with
Well there are many, many portals and gateways from this world of the living to the WORLD UNSEEN where demons and ghosts walk among us not only in the night but in the daytime too… Could be they’ve attached themselves
Have you ever felt that feeling. When sitting alone and you feel that sense of belonging. That indescribable feeling that races through your whole body. It makes you feel like you want to preach to everybody. This is all triggered
Not far away from today, Awaits a distant future… But at what price we move, Hurting mother nature….! Waging wars for nothing, Slaughtering innocent souls… Just to entertain, Our mindless goals…!! Shame on you – oh humanity, For being so
When I was borne my mother passed away and one day father also left the hut leaving me alone and my destiny was now homeless, helpless and orphan vagabond I was now roaming around the road and streets in search
within the human bodymind what is the purpose of a spark? a spark ignites- if understood if fired up fierce passion plays upon the face of god- within the heart of god mother/father- light this realm tend this carefully laid-out
There is this emptiness That’s been looming since long… That everyone else’s effort To fill it, seems wrong…! But still hope screams – You’ve got to stay strong…!! As there is someone For whom you belong…! It’s just a matter
Return with good reason Oh fair weather season For the ships are sailing away Into the light of the new day Return fair sweet maiden Though your heart’s heavily laden For on this uncertain day Please hear me when I
Let’s fall in love Once again, This time, somehow Without the loss and The pain. Let’s meet up as strangers In some strange land, Perhaps as two lost, lonely travellers, and We could just stand On a cross-road Facing each
No, not died yet, Destruction, doesn’t mean death. Now, shine is more intense than before, Broken things have more edges than a whole one. Now, light is entering through cracks, Now, no need to be whole again. It will lead
No one saw in those hands the stone But people propagate that he pelted apparently kept mum on my stumbling but water springing from fountain says cried stone stone will never clash with the irony emotions of love For clashed
Dark surrounding me, encompassing me, suffocating me blackness filling my lungs with sorrow, pain, while hope deserts me leaving me weak, fragile, forlorn. Dank, musty air reminiscent of decaying ancient tombs echo the horror I feel as my breath becomes
It was haemolysed the homeless night. Flagellation will bring out the truth. The bloody kerchief was thrown on a crowd. A new comet was sighted. Dust and ice were near the tears. Sun was rising. Something fell in the lake.
Down the drain, down the drain, follow the sand down the drain. His soul woven cloak awaits, scythe in hand, ferry leaving the docks. Crooked steps, cold and blackened breath, take me unto you. One leg in the grave, half
I spent my soul on all the things That mattered to me the most, Like filling in the gaps between Shattered windshield of a moving car While letting my fingers bleed and hurt And pain soar from the inside, Dripping
Fear of the enemy is allied Though I may have died I live forever in the history As my country recites my story History praises my martyrdom With those who laid their lives for freedom Conferred on me is the
To all the girls I have cared, respected, and loved before, You have showered me with great attention, I never experienced more. You were there on my ups and down; at my worst. If I can remember; I just sit,
Vestigial wings choke gills unbalancing tails Latching onto me Making an Arabic character out of my trail in the sand Where I window shop for girlfriends to stop devolution She’ll be perfect and symmetric Crystal and sound Like a moon
We were fools- Running away from the so called labyrinth of life But only to come back with renewed wrath for each other. Was it romance? When we were inside your car, It was raining a little that night, And
Are you the colors of Rainbow? To which, beautiful of beautifuls, bow Or, you are the burning sun! Enlighting the entire universe at once. Are you every visage’s fun? Every heart’s ecstasy you enhance …… Are you the drop of
As I sit here alone with my thoughts and my fears, suffering the consequence of those bought social sneers, I can’t help but embrace the judgement from peers. A reality so true; I’m nothing more than a broken old gear.
To delegate death, a mirror condenses the human sorrow with an unclouded penury. The suffering competes with debt and pain, to find the difference between just and unjust. Prayer was not the full answer to cross the beyond of starvation.
And then darkness descends. Full-throated with grains of void, It descends heavily like tar Down the deepest recesses Of night. Flows into its pores, choking, Deafening, blinding the eager Dark, receptive but stiff body Of a virgin night. Deflowering it