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This is told in the perspective of a young boy. When I look at my mother, I picture her grave, Untidy and old, Covered in mold. I picture the knife , Used to end her, The pool of blood, She
Yes I am a woman, Married and with children. And you say you are attracted to me- Well I doubt what’s there to attract? I am age over to be attracted. My beauty fades every day with my chores, My
Stranded between the faces of a coin, Despair and lost around landslide jolt of the Highway, At the place where I shouldn’t be, With a hustle I grabbed a taxi from Siliguri, I was coming back home from an intense
At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted
One look at me is all they need To assume and to believe There’s not enough of me The flaw is obvious, “you’re so short”, they all agree! It’s such a glaring defect that little else counts. The deception is
In a fleeting moment of your life you will make a decision that changes your life forever Remember that moment and you can see into the other future you would have led A memory of one’s self is a striking
The will to create and the wish to destroy, it is time you acknowledge, has never been yours to own, Because, in your vengeance, in your unmindful impatience, in your immaculate madness, when your soul turns to stone – You
It’s not just you, it’s also me. Why ‘s the all world tired of me? I’m not certain of my attitude, That’s the reason for distortion of my gratitude. I’m more random than a dice. It’s just six faced ,
One in love, yet two in a crush- Peering from oneself into another’s! Fall for or get by; all tears are a reality show- About care’s hollow amice of rendition! Riding chariots of audacity to halt the rash- Is a
Cant say what i mean here but just so that it doesn’t go obscure, I tell you a story of two feathers and a starry starry night…. A few lines from the song though it cant be related much to
So colorless and filled with multiple colors So weak and venerable; but powerful and strong Harmless and friendly; yet dangerous in adversity It comes in drops but falls in torrent It rolls in drips; yet like an avalanche it rushes
Speckled drifting ochre and sienna, sunshine yellow Shifting and blurring edges of scarlet, dozing again The sky blanched through the pink skin of my eyelid Tapping branch of a tree against the arbour Resonates, vibrates, excites the molecules of the
Love season always brings you along Beautiful eyes enchant me to sing a song To no one else but to me you belong Nothing else but love bond is strong Let me ask you a silly question Why your beauty
My body chills, This is my final croak. I thought I’d have thrills, But I fear his black cloak. His face, nothing but bone. His stance is but a leader. He had such a sweet tone. His breath was like
What makes you really happy? Happiness is so subjective to what is in our hearts That some say it is going to see the Great Canyons or a necklace made of pearls Yet to others it is driving a Lamborghini
The ugliest woman that ever was born was called Margery Pilkington-Brown. If a monkey was born half as ugly as that they would certainly have it put down. Her head was as bald as a billiard ball, yet the hair
If you want happiness take two big bags and come into the magical world of poets will take you to a poetic market where symphony is heard in buying and selling they sell magical dreams and rainbows buy back your
At this very hour of my life I am sitting alone with a heavy headache I have neither anger nor hatred for you; But I simply pity you And I feel sinful myself; You made me venture into this impossibility
For honour killing twilight adulates an abstract faith. Tainted? Now that mouth was shut and butterfly was pinned, will you grow the marigolds? The empty book was not breathing in a crowd of words. The bitter meaning had flown away.
-Good morning Captain! Hey you there… May you have a day full of life! -Am I late captain? Who cares! Look at the horizon. It seems to be dawn Or the dusk… -It’s hard to believe they look the same
My looks are nothing special, My face reveals my age. My body shows some wear and tear, And my energy’s not the same. Too often my memory fails me, And I lose things all the time. One minute I know
sky gone the color of strong black tea wind assists everything toward the ground mountains were born for withstanding this world howl builds around craggy teeth when rain joins it mixes and remixes ultimate alchemist its runoff is life itself
With hands outstretched And headed my way Sad eyes looked at me As if to say Please can you spare a dime or two His feet are bare, not even a shoe! Sparing him some coins to Help fix broken
The hills around me stand silent, Veiled in the darkness Of a sombre, bitter-chill winter night, As though mourning for a beloved long gone The cold winds blow from across the sea Over the peaks, thru’ the valleys and the
Are we ready for what’s to come? Will we know how to behave? Never before in human history has there been such disruption. It was once a much simpler place. No more. The future is arriving faster than ever before.
Every day I’m picking up fight with the man upstairs Living in sorrow because my life is a horror I am the clown who never get tired being a joker Covering up my lies as a tiger who actually can’t
once I wrote some lines and now often write sometimes I write for fun, let it be passion and often write in happiness and depression many times, I write so deep the bare truth I couldn’t keep people interfere in
Life is but a journey, like one’s journey in a train Where scenes and locales pass you by As you move past them during your journey in the train. No trace, no memories get left behind As you disembody at
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
It was the 5th of June, Oh baby! Your eyes shone brighter than the moon, You held my hand and I looked into those magical eyes, Which then made me realise that A girl like you is impossible to find.
Swing your hips to the sound of music, No, not age or disgrace can stall you! For your youth is not in days, But in the swing and sway of your movement. You move and groove like light ripples, On
Nineteen Thirty to Two Thousand and Four Expounds a brief history of a noble Grandeur Not just a mere statue of cement, but of a great man A shiny suited man, who welcomes everyone. Surrounded by flags and healthy pampered
Impossible you have become Irritable as can be Unable to be pleased And uncaring about me No longer am I in your thoughts No longer do you care about my health No longer are you the man I loved The
Evergreens iced at river’s frozen brim December’s breath stills the burdened limb Powdered boughs winter in floral dream Recalling sweet temperate summer’s stream Where nymphs dimpled warm aqueous skin How frigid the vein now that wears stone thin But beneath
Hey dear, How much you are GOOD at this World, people will think it off in their own VIEW, Have an IDENTITY of yourself always, At The End of the Day “YOUR LIFE” – Don’t Think Much, Just Move On!!
The sound of bugles dins louder at last, The cavalry must be approaching near, Thank God that here, no more did cannons blast, When seen from yonder banks as smoke would clear; And not a stir from all the dead
As I sit, in silence, With just my soul, I can see the present, More so, than ever before I feel as if I was just born, Unto the mother’s breast All fresh and new, Wrapped in pink, The unconscious
As you pass me by, feed me euros, buy my art… he sits he sits by his easel he sits by his easel in ridged dreads & facial piercings he sits by his easel in the Piazza Della Signoria he
The war is not enough, The death is not enough Now someone maintain a silence Because they want some more death, And many of them want to live, But don’t forget, they want death, So many deaths! Is it mine?
