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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
In autumn water becomes fire created from the endless love of stars, and feelings fall like old leaves navigated by the nap of lake. When world gets drunk from every sunset… I know!You will come…where? I know!You will be everywhere!
Men have become immune to stress. Men have become resistant to mess. Who made you and me immune and resistant? It is the new world order don’t be so hesitant. A new world order where we play with bombs. Where
It’s a very subtle change in the words I find clues Even though it feels quite strange through a spyglass I see blue A very peculiar day unraveling pictures that haunt hue I sit on a boat and float away
Look at the sky It’s rather black in October— a ruse that it’s about to rain when it’s only threatening not intending to do any harm or good whatsoever. Look at the sky keep watching tarry a little, until your
Trading the sweetness, a rainbow on icefalls, you will come back on rocks and drink the elixir of death. A fantastic dream of soap bubbles in a tumbler, ejecting the inky grief on the transparent glass. The pink goddess of
A little flower is an expression, Of love and art, Unique tiny creation, Capturing every heart. Beautiful and magical, Uplifting wonderfully, In a small bouquet, A moment of untold joy. Every little flower has music, In its soul, Inviting harmony,
Today I saw a baby in a mall Sitting on the trolley comfortably looking with wide opened bewildered eyes at everything around her everything for her so huge so tall she a tiny figure in the big mall Perhaps the
as tears pour down on earth turned new a holy man prays while generals praise the fallen, wasted on wars not civil on wars not holy while mad men gather planning more mad folly leaders don’t end followers falter while
She has arisen like a full moon In his heaven, That puts him in ecstasy Approved by the blinking stars strewn in array. His heaven comforts her with enough place and pride, Full of azure deep and spacious heart-line in
We seldom recognise good qualities of fellow human , when alive We determines his stature by his negative streaks We put down him at the slightest opportunity We see only the devilish quality and not the Divine quality in him
A silent whisper, I continue to be. A shadow missed, on the deserted street. A speck of dust, that nobody sees. In ancient trunks, and cobwebbed locks. I lie inside, a forgotten sigh. Through dirty nights, and foreseen dawns. I’m
I think your heartbeats are more loyal than you, because when I hugged you, last night, they already warned me that you will be leaving me today, thus see, I’m not hurt Or simply I have no more tears to
They walk in dreams nightmarishly spirits of nameless faces staring without eyes. The screams: of a child on whom you poured boiling water. The screams: of a girl made to wear only flesh, because she ran away with a priest.
The girl at the river with folding mountains and shaggy trees Watched two white swans swaying with the moody breeze She watched as they danced and ruffled their feathers In a way they were separate but always together She sat
Now that my mother, father and siblings have passed. Yes passed, a dainty word saying, dead, gone, either up in the sky, or down in the ground. At last I have said the words, dead, died, death, leaving me bereft.
That essence Those hands, that body that caresses who breastfeeds us that gives us life starting an eternal struggle who always leaves his teachings Their loves his consolations That essence that multiplies in the sister, in the aunt, in the
Sitting here waiting while the clock face chases forward my memories bewildered and twisted, with unborn thoughts… Seeing things I’ve waited for all these years just go by as tear drops now, like a paper book each page is turned,
See here came again Independence Day with pain. This day says that we are free From bondage of British decree, They troubled us with tyranny And looted our mind and money, Much blood was stained And Our freedom was regained,
It started as an emotion Started seeking attention Growing in proportions Filled with dedication Changed to a feeling Which was appealing Made life compelling As she started believing Progressed to friendship Which felt like kinship And a good partnership With
The snow fell quietly on the little hill with the softness of swan feathers, blanketing the ground around the tiny log cabin. Wispy drifts cascaded down the roof and gathered around the windowsills as if to cradle the tiny abode
The heart beats faster lungs are out of breath and I climb atop the summit not stopping once.. People have become memories and memories don’t haunt anymore my body breaks into sweat and it is very cold here.. The wind
Are you too busy drinking While I’m on the floor sinking Are you too busy forgetting about me Getting high around 3 Forgetting who was always there for you All we had been through Do I even know this new