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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
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
Waiting, wailing, weeping! When..when..when ??? The expected turns out to be the unexpected!! What have I done? Why do I merit this award? Months and months of agonizing waiting… rewarded with a still- born! Only to have a heart torn?
Curtain call yet once again. Time to track the boards. Greasepaint hides the shameful faces. Lime-lit shadow-play, Pantomime dames, Evil stepmothers, Monsters behind The innocent eyes That focus on the fool. So I enter the game; It’s the only one
Count Down…. I’m beyond broken hearted Every day that passes Is one day less with you I can’t change it I want to (TEARS) Please hear me when I say You, my Brother Are my everything We are ALL we
5am, the vending machine rattles, groans, collapses Violently, I kick it, yell at it, shake it The green tea can is grinning at me, mocking me. A passerby opens his fresh can of beer he sees me desperate for a
It beats a beat A wounded beat You’ve stolen it Without knowing it It cries out loud So very loud if only you would hear it out It craves your presence You’ve found another So it seeks another It wants
The heartbeat of millions I am sorry! BILLIONS His name is Lionel Andreas Messi The messiah of football I am sure that he is known to you all And the ‘MESSI ERA’ shall never fall His 360 is unbeatable His
Don’t feel insecure ‘cuz If someone’s gonna love You they’re gonna love You for who you are Don’t you know it’s not What’s in the mirror but What’s in the heart so Dry your tears and let Go of your
Remember walking through the lonely paths alone? And the depression that made your heart moan? If you developed a determination to only get better; Then darling, you are a winner. Remember the people who laughed at you? And when your
Promises made, promises broken Lies that you told should never be spoken. The commitment, I see, was just for me so that you can live your life freely. You talk about trust, believing you too What comes out of your
Will you tell me what it was the unknown of the known? When you step into the eyes of stangers you start talking without uttering a single word. Give me back the body, of dark pink matter to understand the
A brown cloud descends on charcoal sketch. Moonstruck, a blast begins. Marigold, beware: sun is going to hide behind the stings. The fang penetrates deep, in the breast of sleeping pride. A golden god melts in the arms of mercy.
You are a stunning angel in a big bad world of doom-mongers. For all those that want much needed affection, you are always near You walk through hopelessness with your infectious smile While making all those around you, feel cheerful
PROBLEMS Problems spare none Rich or poor; young or old none is free of problems Problems do come often some appears huge some miniature Huge problems appear like miniature when health gives way Miniature problem gets evaporated when losing somebody
ASTORIA rising with the darkness Stepping into the velvet of the Night and like a night bird she takes To flight, dark in the shadow of Moonlight as the magic begins again Deep in the heart of the big black
Photo by Anemone Jones This heartache consumes me; I have nothing left to give I plead with my soul to forget and forgive Love’s journey has ended, how can that be Hearts once tethered are now set free As the
Our children…our youth, let’s talk to them and listen more. Outer behaviour is all, we try to cure There’s more behind, we need to explore. Let them cry, laugh and express, all they want to pour As caregivers and mentors,
They say poetry doesn’t pay , A hobby for slacker’s bay , Frost projected it as condition , Far from being called ‘ real profession’ . Advised to bring out the writer , Write pages, words , Ensure some monetary
My love, caress me only with thine eyes, And not with hands, so bare, where corn now grows, Or call to me as of brisk wind that blows, With thy damp breath which always brings the flies; Now, pour me
Swooping gradients, hairpin bends The sun in gold softly descends Heavens painted in crimson hues Evening birds darting through Cypresses swing in welcome mists, Gentle breezes sigh and hiss I cast my eyes on beauteous scene With pleasant vales, villages
It is full dark before 2:00 PM every day. temple bells ring in the streets for the dead the high chimes disturb the windless fall of ash. the planet had bellowed now it crouches still expecting another lash. we are
Beauty and love go side by side On an intoxicated charming ride The tide spreads far and wide Then how the fragrance one can hide Beauty pierces like a ray, like a laser Love touches beauty and becomes chaser By
No matter how great her calm How perfect her lies I can still see the truth Inside those eyes At times, I ponder What just went wrong That took thine away while our love was strong It was never about
In search of solace I strayed into a world! There between dream and reality I wandered….. I wandered all alone forever and a day until….. until perfection was a being and flawless was familiar! A kingdom to the I and
You and I were meant to be For days have come and years to see This isle so far I don’t know why For shaking my feet and hand just sigh I know it’s not our final walk Cause being
Hundred years ago, where were you? When your mother was a little girl growing like a pine tree, did anyone conceive a hero-like man was hidden in the folds of the her body resembling a pan swelling up with heated
This morning I caught the blues. I stood on the edge of the spoon with nowhere to go. I tied my shoes and searched for my muse. There she sat, distance postponing an ooze of stew. With the end of the
When Dorothy was a child she started building a castle with bricks of yellow and blue; But how could she have known that someday soon Each one will be broken in two. The bricks consisted of ideas and thoughts, colorful
It has been one year since you died my precious Jasmine Ever since losing you i haven’t been the same The sky high ambition i once had has been doused in cold water The wings i use to spread so
India was always his heart’s throb On whose departure I and all sob Missile man has become his title But we must see to his strong will The target of his missile evils around That if we go deep can
Disaffection brings out, the black fever. Stars will chart the inky path. It was too close the brazen attack on sacred rites. Prejudice of contents was besides, heavy. I am going to flee from spaces. You become a fodder of
Why do you sigh and ponder, pinned under the misery of millions? Awake, Almighty son of Shiva. Shield us all from a wretched plight Wipe our eyes, we know thy might blow the conch and pick your goad it’s time
Flowers in the garden, Smiles on their faces. Daisies in her hair, People filling the empty spaces. The wondrous silence that ensues when she walks down the aisle. Not believing the day has finally come, she looks up to him
