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Just not my day. When everyone else is making hay I sit at home and lay between threads with not much to say. I weave and weave colourful stories but stories they stay while I keep waiting for things to
Four curved iron legs,a foam seat and a back rest keep it complete . I accept it isn’t anything unique i only want to ponder on its peak – the strength that wills this errorless control- inaction surely sloped into
When the Night Falls: Into their nests and roosts, the birds of heaven return; yes, into their pens- the domestic animals of the land return. Into their holes, crevices, and caves, the lowly and mighty in the wild return; but
Blood moon, O, sun-halogenated bulb! Sublunary loons swear and swoon Your red blushes flood The late twilit noon In hot menstrual flushes of blood! But blood moon! In your earth-orbited race I think you run out of skied space Much
Between want and desire few crumbs of words will not satisfy. Facts and perception build a latticed smile between tears. Discreetly life catches a miasm, a fault to commit suicide. When will the exile end, of hope, a holy womb?
A demanding desire Soaring up Chasing me to the outskirts of Contagious passion To enhance the beauty Deliberately smuggling in All the reachable resources Every chemical blend That would add the fineries Often tranquil imitations Rousing up the glamour In
She lives in her own world, world that is beautiful still there are fairies in that world witches, goblins and godmothers too such is her world all around and she is the princess of all she is to be cherished
Code of the veil was darkening. You were searching for an unwritten message in bandanna. Rot was setting in flesh. Sludge was becoming a stone for an unmoving stream. The talks had failed. Hand-grenades will explode in shouts later on,
What if, the world wasn’t so swift? It wouldn’t be adrift and caught in an awful rift. What if we acknowledge each other as sisters and brothers? Instead of separation we become a congregation, under GOD one nation. From your
The wind whirled, turning at a point, The bamboo leaves sounded cracking after being bent- With the “U-turn” of winding blow- There is no way to know- When the wind will change its phase- Turning to east or west? Only
It is neither end nor beginning, I am still suspended between punishments, primrose gives one answer, hollyhock another, I catch the moon in flight to west and enter a sand grain to probe the universe for the sexual selection of
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,
Mundane indulgence for a prlonged state of agony in truth of fake lies and synthetic tears, bloated rendition of angels; the hate crawls out from the ruins of time. I crave for the musical instruments left in the room. The
One haunting night, I traversed alone in a dark and lonely forest. The stars above did their best to guide me, But the canopy of branches blocked their light. The sorrow-filled cries of wolves filled the silence, And my heart
Wishing that sometimes we talked Time seems to take away All that matters to me It seems our love is afray Never the same The look in your eyes Can’t disguise Lies hiding behind the smile I miss the real
If time stops for no one, not even for love A straight line unbroken from morning to dusk Then my life is hollow, there’s nothing spellbound And seasons of living are well traveled ground If life’s made of spaces instead
Your name is marked in its ledger. It will find you, catch you flatfooted. Trap you. Have you. Keep you hostage and not ask for ransom. This is snake charming – rattlesnake charms the man, lulls and rocks and poisons.
Sweet and attractive, you are like candy to a five year old. Little does a kid know you can give aches hard and cold. Like a sunny day you seem to make everything bright and beautiful. And then it burns
I belong to the song of the sun Humming the chants of flame I breathe. The sea rests in me motionless With its endless depths I think. Storms of being, clear the chaos Emptiness of chaste silence I hear. A
Winging my way through the air; high in the Cascade Mountain Range. With a serene wilderness lake just below me. Reflecting an exquisite brilliant sunrise of various shades of yellows, oranges, and golden hues. Reflected upon the glassy placid surface.
Our guardian angel so strong and kind patiently answering questions from each young mind your turqoise eyes shimmered like the sea silver hair brushed so finely your love shone for all so clear and bright like a beacon rivalling the
Travelling with along, stout dark man In the burstling city thoroughfare Talking incessantly about immediate enjoyment Of unnatural genre was of good old days, When we found ourselves shopping Delusion in cramped dimly lit economic pub Where the roaring music
The road I had taken Is the road of uncanny hour, Darkness of gloom beheld by lonely church spire Walks with mine fragile feet in most mystic manner. Steps that I had started in most casual space Have no anxiety
They aren’t half as malicious as you make them to be, not half as cruel as your intentions can be. Gullible and docile, with wits so fragile, you wish you had been kinder. You toss and turn, till vicious they
A beautiful butterfly sits on my palm, Radiating the brilliance of its colors, Shades unseen, unfathomable… I am so mesmerized; I close my other palm on it to make it my own. I peek through the void created by my
Goddess awakening, born of the sea In a burst of golden light a voice Spoken like thunder saying behold The apple of my eye APHRODITE The Goddess of love and beauty… APHRODITE, APHRODITE OH APHRODITE… Bend an ear this way