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I wished a solitary temptation, to write off karma and become responsible for the spattered blood. You were generating hatred, Asia, in the land of Buddha. I can hear the glaciers receding. Answerable to belonging, the change of generations, makes
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
The sunset blazes upon the vault This afternoon dies slowly forever The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue Another episode of this life’s masquerade Comes to an end… The curtain falls… And beauteous Agnes Adoma The prima donna of
From nose tip to tail end, is the eleven-foot-cat, the Tiger-the largest among big cats in the wild. A cat of extra-ordinary beauty- whose second double name is: power and strength; Tiger-identify by dark-vertical stripes- usually individualized pattern on a-white-brown-tawny
The sunset blazes ‘pon the vault, This afternoon dies slowly forever, The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue, Another episode of this life’s masquerade Comes to an end… The curtain falls… And beauteous Agnes Adoma, The prima donna of
My heart bleeds, just as my tear-soaked eyes, and anguish-filled-mouth keep asking: why Syria – the Levant – the rising land Why Damascus – the City of Jasmine of shrubs and vines, now turn to vineyard of locoweed and poison
May there be mercy this day of mourning. Fly flags half-mast for human rights’ regress. The “forgotten” poor, white male minority are distressed by their societal mortality. Clinging to obsolete “common” privilege: sexism, lying, and xenophobic “wisdom”. They are what
Do words inspire When spoken in the soft shadows, Of the veiled darkness? Are the lips that utter, The Holy Grail to wholesomeness. When shredded or shrouded In somnolence, Are words, then, A solace? Does silence amplify thoughts? And words,
You’re my personal brand of cocaine, surely you should suppress the suffering and numb the pain. My rose petal lips are engulfed in your kiss of death. I worship at your feet, when I have you, who really needs meth?
Vague log cabins speckle the yawning valley against the rapture of majestic mountains. Narrow pathway snakes up the range, gooseberry shrubs colour the sides of the stony trail that leaves me cold. Squinting against the dead sun chilly winds dampen
Power reserves forest land, wild aboriginals lose teeth and claws people enjoy them on magic carpet. Dams Reserve water, like lachrymal gland of eye woes overflow as tears. Reserved category once lived in gigantic palaces, now museums preserve grand air.
Where the tide line of reality and dreams appear We stand. Uncertainty and reassurance walking hand in hand. Enjoying the kisses of the salty breeze, at the same time feeding the wind it’s flavour. Unable to indulge in our creation.
Round and round the garden lost in despair Fur wet with tears is a suicidal teddy bear The children have grown up and there’s no one left to play Everyone has forgotten this was his birthday No more hugs and
Much of withstanding endurance reflects strain Practically on outer edge for challenge to sustain Intricate arduous trudge sans time out for recess Blend though near perfect but outcome can’t assess Peaks few, abyss aplenty and many a shifty bend None
There is vacuum in the space Between love and hate and there is doubt in the space between truth and lie. But the plane is abnormal when You don’t trust your view. Grasp the gap, like melting lava From an
He’s wearing his zippered sweatshirt backwards, his blanket looks like carpet padding and if he didn’t have legs it wouldn’t surprise or if he suddenly melted and flowed into the gap between bus and sidewalk leaving behind the whisper he
Yesterday I saw a dream, That I was in the factory of chocolate and cream, I saw a number of donut shapes, And the wonderful music that I can’t tape, There were so many colourful lollipops, But the fountain of
Rains are here again, I am surrounded by hues of blue and grey in the sky, with sunlight filtering in sometime. The earth has wrapped herself in the fabric of flora and fauna has not stayed behind, the buzzing of
The invitation for that late afternoon Caught you by surprise and you made yourself go Unwillingly. You had figured a high tea with a muffled Fragrance of butter and jasmine, edgy Smiles of courtesy and glances done up of Trivial
Grant me but these easy wishes: Simple fare my daily dishes; Safe fare from vice and vanity; Work-joy, love, peace and sanity; A quiet mind and quiet breath And when I die, a quiet death; Thereafter, grant me dissolution, Anonymity
From the sneaky shadows and frightful darkness, his saddened soul released terrifying wickedness. Things which had died, arose from deep inside. Perhaps it didn’t really demise, but simply hide. Even he was surprised, but dismissed his pride. Our own heart