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Rock-a-bye, baby Your mamas gone out The babysitter has already Started to shout It won’t be long before she comes in through the door You know your cries don’t help anymore Baby is quiet. Won’t make a sound If you
A young couple walked into the maid agency “I’m looking for the perfect au pair!” He exclaimed One that will keep my princess entertained, Someone to paint a radiant smile everyday. Oh, and she would play with her Take her
Lifeless it leaves, once it touches you.. Mistrust discomforts. Nothing can yet be better than this, that is why it is a four letter word, Love. Powerful, oh so powerful, the earth carries it like a fool. Attraction is now
Deep within the life of these brittle bones of man, a song stays hidden, so slow yet so powerful; it plucks the strings of our veins reminding us that the shallow roads are meant to be left astray. The words
Time passes, memories fade.. that is how our destiny is made.. Now looking back one can see.. How far they have come .. From bunch of friends .. Now they are surrounded by none.. Those sleepless funny nights.. Are getting
Whereby: The scent of your breath love dances like a butterfly. Drenched in your raining desire lush spring awaits. Yearnings whispered vigorously. The sun kissed golden season’s ancient story filled with certainty and uncertainty. Every word I utter reflects you.
She stood by the golden door by heaven’s gate. Watching the snow falling from heavens storehouse missing her mother and family very much. Such a short time since she been gone from the earth years ago. Loving the winter with
The most primal of seasons First baby-breaths of spring Creation without reason A holy art of being Earth’s neolithic easter Without woe or restraint The forests ooze, the bees stir Irrepressibly make The oldest and most reverend Yet most wanton
The advent of the new Century, Brought rapid strides in Technology. Obsolete, became MS DOS, Replaced now, by Windows. Standalones got wired, through LANS, On-line, real-time, brought WAN. Close on heels, came E-mail, To see information Sail. Mere surfing of
I have figured what is eternity, In longing, and boring hours of a day, Eternity could be anxiety, In half-second before a kiss would lay; Could love be measured in eternities? Does love subtract from life for lack of it?
‘Embarrassment’ said: Some are born to be embarrassed every moment of their life Life never shows itself nice to them ‘Miracle’ added: You are the sunshine to my darkness In a place filled with embarrassment You walked in and spilled
The Child… Nature’s complex and fascinating bundle of joy…. begins his exploratory itinerary of Life in the big world, outside the shelter … of his mother’s arms… recording the inexhaustible personality of Nature around him!! Looking around …he sees Nature,
I am afraid of my incompleteness! The part of me, which is still human, Is afraid of the dark loneliness. Is afraid of the lofty dilemmas Of life, love and death. Relationships, lust and their worth. I am the Hamlet
Standing among the ruins of what Used to be a thriving little gold fever town I swore I heard music and laughter coming From the half-moon saloon, I walked around But nobody could be found still I could of Sworn
You are doing all you can, And I’m so proud of you. You have changed so much, You have become something new. A much better person, Than you were before. For you have fought the battles, And have finally won
Nations and nationalities, you are not chocolate, you are the sweetest Jam cooked from bitter labour! You are the original egg, the supreme cause of war and peace! You are the homeland of the rising sun and moon. You are
After the pain, some wrath, and more tears Woke up from the trance, which seemed like years The volatile love vaporized to steam Was pinched by reality, out of the pipe dream My heart’d stopped beating and broken apart Residing
The years in front are Now shorter than the Ones behind. I lay awake At night, wondering how It will end. It will be sudden, Or not sudden, obviously. A long decline into madness? That’ll do me. Loss of hair,
Open the door to the world It’s filled with natural beauty with high mountains , tall trees, streams and oceans Beautiful flowers and tiny creatures. Dangerous animals too are there Observe each and every tiny bit See how wonderful Gods
I have a box and that’s for a fact- from which an act is being lead. With scripts of wild puns that overlap, it banters back while remaining intact! Equipped with taunting realizations that retort- with hiss as they push
This body of mine. Wretched; leaking stink from every pore, spreading decay to everything touched: metal, food, flower, paper; shedding dead skin every moment; creating odour odour odour… But in your arms transformed: into a messy tangle of limbs, hair,
From unbearable distance she looked upon me, with a blushing smile, with a haunt in her eyes, she ran like a thirsty doe, to reach me, to feel me, she embraced me tightly in her unfolded beautiful arms, she kissed
For in all that foraging, through the minds eye To kindle the peace; to wounds You might try to placate With words, in that private high. To some, you would care With their souls laid bare And their supplicants made
I broke a glass and the shards of destruction were more beautiful than any diamond I had ever seen. I had seen this beauty in the wreckage and I found myself staring, awestruck and perplexed at how something so ordinarily
Gulls swarm above the lake, clockwise and counter hundreds of miles from the sea, just a step below the unclothed mountain shoulders, they churn swerve near each other like some game, my brother tells me he wouldn’t be surprised if
Although tomorrow isn’t promised. Today was once tomorrow; Becoming yesterday. A depth often taken for granted. Consider waking up one of the most beautiful of arrangements. Perfectly gift wrapped and opened each time we blink. Eyes coming to full bloom
Well and you can’t believe in superstition and believe in destiny what’s meant to be is meant to be and you can’t jinx yourself just by revealing your dreams no, nor can you curse yourself ‘cuz curses don’t exist for
They say if somebody loves you once they will always love you…Well you loved me many moons ago now do you regret letting me go…aren’t you the one that said you loved everything about me, you just couldn’t get enough
My mind is flooded and his brain is blooded. schooled to just Google the truth about the youth and the proof about the loot. The crimes of the times but we were not schooled for the crimes of the heart.
Sweet moonlight shone down on earth A single beam broke through the clouds Dancing across ripples in the lake Sneaking into a window pane Where a pair of eyes open wide in awe Little feet patter on the floor Tiptoed