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There’s a line in the sand drawn in dark distant lands, where the guts and the glory and fine marching bands will all die in the dust and play into their hands, till they all say, NO! Those invisible walls
“HASAN MUSTAFA” my Sweet Valentine You always glitter you always shine Allah may shower bounties on you Always adopt the way that is true you abstain from that what is bad That is natural in you to never be sad
AIDS-will you let me live? You will live, if you remain faithful to your spouse, you will live , if you avoid sexually depraved activities, you will live, if you leave morally permissive life, hedonist world, media, and society promote.
Companion, the blissful pal who knows it all the blink of the lid the twist of the lip raises toast with glee one spirit setting you free frolic …the one your bright moon and your setting sun same energy similar
Once upon these rocks Sat a maiden glowing Hair tossing wildly In the wind, just flowing But lights grew dimmer With the sun that’s setting The sky turned greyish And night started falling. Never was a night so dreary As
Happiness! Happiness! Oh! Happiness! Where are thou? You were with me, when I was in primary school, though I never thought much of you, You followed me to secondary school, there also I didn’t recognize you, You were a friend
The world hates you You’re caught in a scrape Everything is untrue You can’t escape You’re caught in a cage Brought down to your knees You’re not a mage In pity, you say please Stop your mind Take a chance
One wardrobe malfunction was a blast, a kill; undressing imagination. I was ready for an ambush. Like boa’s grip, entwined, strangulating, hardly breathing. I am in blue water like a humpback whale; do not go for the revenge. It was
Music and words are the places that I hide, the solace of their sanctuary with walls, behind which to hide. But now when I sing those melodious old songs, tears are all I can find where the words should belong.
The town is known as Williamsville; It’s just a tiny hamlet, with one small green, on one small street with only seven houses; but long ago was home to Indians, their children, and their spouses. In honor of this peaceful
Waiting under the opaque moon a primeval instinct takes over you and you start arriving. A black bone renders the ash on your forehead and you complete the circle – reaching childhood; you start climbing the ladder, for instantaneous release.
In those days, you asked me, innocently, ‘why do you love me?’. I answered with vague things. I spoke about our great, winding conversations, about your eagle’s wings, your sparrow’s heart, about your knife-like fingers, your face that floats as
Your friend, my friend… Friends again Who else could share… Our fears, tears, smiles, kisses, memories? Painful time when ours is not No heart, no mind, could replace Your face is all I see Your love, all I need… And
THE GIRL WHOSE NAME IS DEATH / BEYOND THE BARRIER OF SPACE, TIME, AND LEEDS In the Shopping Mall beneath enclosed skies I sit with my girl of the night-dark eyes, while half a world, and a culture away is
You find yourself in a strange place wondering what happened the previous day You feel as though struck by a mace people come to ask if you’re okay You start telling lies to hide what you feel to prevent suspectable
Meaningless I am so is my identity my dreams, my desires my words, my sentience and my destiny. Few untamed lines and undecipherable scribbles I own, which I try to decipher or to give semantic to them, and in this
The scenes of human sufferings Are more apparent in the world Than all the boastful shows Of power,riches and pelf . We see a few rolling in wealth, While millions in penury and want suffer The rich inventing new ways
Arrest this lament this false flag of endeavor star eyes at elsewhere parachute of the midnight aplomb splendor soils christened by an exorama defouled by a parasite cancel who are you in the liturgy of night? nameless index of heathen
How treacherous Often memories could be. The ones I needed most, betray And those not, stay. Yes I am talking of poignant And ugly memories. Between the ticks of time, They take turns to torment me. Even in dreams, they
Once upon a lonesome January night love called at my door with a valentine. Blinded with ecstasy I gave up liberty- while on duty nesting for my brood. And so this is how I missed all the clues! One day
What would happen on the day When death tinkers in your life This thought might recoil once It turns a ‘men’ into ‘corpse’ I soliloquy kith will pretending of regret by flowing false tears Several examine you by discussing your
Daily chores has no place for sentiment each one has plans earmarked for the day Busy person has no time to spare time with near and dear lazy person has no mind to think about near and dear Present generation
To the spiritually motivated And the highly educated Da Vinci code breakers CSI couch potatoes Murder she wrote Chance takers These rhymes between these lines May be not sophisticated An abuse of poetic freedom This pensome content speculated An artistic
Good What is good to a forbidden fruit? Get on your knees Repent tonight Cleanse your sins Say you’re right Forget what you did wrong Say you’re a saint An upright Christian, but that seems faint A harsh hypocrite That’s
Ceremonial Rituals in Hindu Religion smacks the logic Daughters and Sons though born in the same womb are differentiated Son’s carry the paternal ancestral legacy while Daughters are abandoned midway to assume In laws legacy Sons may not look after
Oh, the wind flowing like thoughts fast yet calm fluttering leaves,through hot searing deserts and cold dreaded mountains, through spring as sweet as happy memories. it leaves nothing untouched and nothing can contain it . Sure no one is where
I was surprised To see that person Busy with repairing Old things in his shop. Smart and courageous From face to his heart Respect towards customers With a calm and smiley face. How powerful and energetic His thought to self