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I remained transfixed as the booming voice of this roman majestic orator cleft the hallowed halls of this storied Philadelphia sanctuary. His every word rang as true today as when first uttered prior to when the golden age of Rome
Images about me- still and motion- she keeps in her mind, thoughts and feelings about me, she creates a permanent folder for. Every minute of her life she ruminates on me, near or afar, her GPS keeps navigating toward my
A recent visit to Madurai – a vivacious South Indian town, reawakens my pleasant childhood memories. This vibrant town teems with life and vitality; juxtaposing both tradition and the contemporary way of life. I am awakened at about three in
you wouldn’t know them except for their orders gliding like dolls hovering, footless, wearing bright dresses that brush the dusty floor the kind a proud mother would pick out then stand behind their chairs distracted trying to tame their cowlicks.
To wean away a tigermoth from a bell jar for a journey of faith against ebony of illusion. The caterpillar has restrained the roof, of future accidents to coming of age. You do not know the speed of nakedness on
I saw her sitting at a table for one, her hands were slender as she grabbed a sesame bun, which was stuffed with three inches of smoked turkey, onion, tomato, lettuce and swiss cheese, opening her red-lipsticked mouth with ease,
Behold, If no name on earth, How could I exist? I would have been like a bunch of cotton Floating in the air, A cluster of ideas unidentified, A solitary being born and withered, Which matters not to the world
If only I had a döppelgänger, I’d peacefully live my life of languor, Entirely at my own sedated pace, For me he’d run with rats of human race. Then, entirely at my own leisure, I could entertain my simple pleasures
As they were walking on the empty roads, empty hands and with empty pockets, everything became silent for a moment, both thinking what to say and a sudden emotion of unknown was raising making both of them uncomfortable. While she
Happiness lies in : Finding joy in little things, Every little blessing, Significance of the insignificant, Enjoying every moment of life. Graceful aging with beauty, Gazes growing with love, Waking up to a new dawn, Admiring the tiniest things. Moments
Knowledge Is Power so listen to your intuition, it is the voices of the Angels so make yourself familiar with them, they hold the key to your destiny and the light within, to deny them is to deny yourself great
Sick of paranoia tired of absurd thoughts Constant grind hearing things assumptions being distraught If it’s not derogatory voices talking constantly about me Random thought will make me act quite obsessively Can’t shake the feeling I’m being watched all the
Today I’m doing a little writing, At times it’s quite frightening. The ink is black, the paper is moist, I like to scratch out words, that is my choice. A lot of thoughts gather round my head; I fail to
Because of too many nightmares I’m visited by the dead those familiar persons with ordinary words with hobbies and bad habits so homy , we ride together on the horse or in the small car we fall asleep in the
Bold as bold and shimmering gold as the sunlight fights through humidity, stacking the layers of weather then dying black as holes, until you question whether they’re alive or just the blemishes of mis-laundering. A small constellation of flies rest
It was lack of contusion. The relief had not come. Hours were on after the nobility moved on faulted track. Methane was rising. It was white death: people were coming, people were going. Pure and muddy, the treachery was like
A strand of pearls clung to slender tree limbs bejeweled woody flora prismatic orbs tell tale sign recent cloudburst cleft darkened heavens rained watery life source liquid downpour laced branched canopy awash with molecular droplets requisite to feed burlesque Vaudeville
When difficulties find their way The mind must reach beyond this day. Search beyond the horizon’s bounds. The mind can travel to new finds. Another day writes what it may. Sunshine drives the clouds away. The sunset will seal it
At evenings, Sun puts off her light as usual and goes behind a curtain woven by sea, rock and trees, so to have a break. Meanwhile, those with black heads and scattered hair go to warm themselves at the ember
Standing beneath the waterfall Feelings of childhood joy Free as a bird, a soldier awol Splashing and shouting, a real McCoy As cool water in endless cascades Threw itself over humans and boulders Froth and spray on rocks over decades
Open twenty four seven proclaims the sign across the front door A warm refuge for the bergies dossing on the linoleum floor Fluorescent tube lights hum and flicker The homeless beg for food and hustle for cheap liquor The air
The first time I looked up, I said wow can this be done? I had to climb this mountain where its top was above the sun. First reaction was “impossible”, but I had to try, either overcome this obstruction or
a kiss on lips, returns with a blunt style, in perfumed demeanor! I did not hear with absolute eyes, a captive in chained feet, for self-defence; all the shades of red were walking on ocean, a black skull glides: the
Sitting there observing me A shadow among the flock Breathing in the magic scene With a vision to unlock I waited for a dream to be Unforgotten and serene But the love and lust For what I must Tantalizes me
When I look at you, I see a combination everlasting. A multitude of options moving ahead pushing forward. It’s no doubt that this life was meant for you and I to meet, if it was not, I’m confused to how
I wake up to cobble stone steps, And the smell of decadent crepes! Next thing I know, I’m sipping Chardonnay, While the harmonica in the background, plays. I’m cycling through fields of sun-kissed vines, With picturesque views, I’m cheerily entwined.
The whiteness in a black-spotted dove flies away from my head, each time war wakes up; A voice falls down from a window staring into emptiness, which is jammed with fragileness and trivialities, and crashes on the cracked street. Rust
For God and mortals’ sake, Speak no more of Cogito ergo sum- Nor think what I think I become Nor what form I think I take. The mind is indivisibly amorphous! It has no visible or indivisible form; To invisible
She came to visit me from America, Everybody shouted, she is my replica. She is very pretty, white and pink, She wore her jacket, made of mink. My little lady always looked very busy, Serving tea with her beautiful tea-cosy.