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O Bella,carelessly unbound by time crashed you the ship of fools when I rode the ebb I cast aside when it was getting hard to fly Midway through the dine,I find cosmic riffs and oh no reservations as windows to
The battlelines were drawn. While drinking the sun I set myself ablaze A hooded dilemma of his kindness starts boiling in chaotic dissonance. A backlash stops a self-search. Who am I and why do I belong in the spinning of
Centre of the belly is the core, core of my life. vividly, vibrantly, courageously lashing out at all the fine points. Ripping through veins and scattering through wounds. slithering to clear. splurging out, splurging, splashing, splashing, splashing mess, mesh covered.
(1) Tents are crowded by windows, but missing walls and a jasmine flower. (2) A window is a border between consciousness and sub-consciousness, between Ego and its annihilation. (3) A home without a window is a blind man with no
Little yellow wings creature, bright just like sun shine of nature, come out of its safest zone, to see the world on its own. Amazed to see tall buildings, glass flowers and iron trees blinking, then It seems hungry at
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
The string that ties everybody together Each vibrating a different sonnet Expressing the tune of melody connecting the human hearts Oh! I listen to the frequency of the string My fingers gently getting on the strings I feel the strings
Casuarina! I miss you a lot. Why don’t you reclaim this drab century by your drooping branches, off from the poetry of water? The words are dried up. No rustling sounds, the winged creatures broke the mirrors, a black moon.
profiling the divine phallus on terraced shrouds of fault the dilemma of arcane notation starts for that succultent rumours, emotively torn asunder, a green room becomes epiphanic, the voice was gone with black sun; buried onto neck in the drenched
They say forget thy beloved, My heart knows not anyone else, Death separates body from breath, Men forsake their God for earthly pleasures, Clouds hide the morning sun, Darkness conceals evil deeds, But this heart, can’t breathe not without you,
What is it’s essence? Is it like a vulnerable, Hemingway-portrayed skiff being tossed about by changing waves of feelings, urges, yearning? Is it like a spoilt compass, it’s nervous needle half-trembling, rotating in illogical, unscientific, fickle-minded fashion, unable to be
This is the Horse Of A Different Color you’ve always heard tell about…well and this season it’s a celebration of the heart…ceremony of the horseman as the gypsies danced you kissed me and I lost all reason and as they
When I first saw you, I shivered. My heart stopped beating, My eyes forgot to blink. With you, Life is nothing But beautiful! Days are full of dreams. And nights sleepless. I wish to see you, While on roads, in
A black hole detonates itself to stigmatize the substance. Now a silk road leads to sight and touch. A scarecrow starts screaming. Sky was falling on fire. The space becomes deviant. Chopped hands were drawing the tattoos of winged feet.
I was in a deep silence Without knowing what happens around. My eyes were closed My body was stiff I realized, I am weightless and flying to some where. I was floating through a narrow tunnel between two different worlds
Valley was vast View was the best Sun was about to set For prey, birds search to get Breeze was pleasant Passers were complacent Boys bath at a pool Crows fight like a fool Sun became a lamp Returning home
Every 20 seconds, its lonely voice cries Out to someone it will never meet like an ancient voice, never ceasing Through the cold rain and silent darkness Standing, waiting, as patient as time How many a forlorn sailor heard its
A man cursed, can never bring happiness, a man condemned can never bring justice, whatever he touches, will turn to dust, whatever he makes will rot. whatever he desires, will never be his, whatever he loves, will get condemned too…
Famelocked, sometimes he was talking to flowers, asking their names. In the house that never sleeps, infidelity brings the charm. Intense gravity excoriates the crotch. A supernova is born. Worlds apart, I am there, where you were not. A burnt-out
Tie the knot with my mortgaged life – I have started the self-descent. Don’t leave me alone – I have to unload some debts. It was very disturbing. I have again forgotten my alphabet and become illiterate. Your consent is
It’s too incredible but it exists existed long before our kind I like to imagine the first people to see this and those who decided to stay and explore generations and generations moving down from the rim and living surrounded
The depression, human brand was trapped. They were talking about the nukes. To annihilate the earth. It was elemental, I said. An ardent fan of moon. A lark asks who will survive? ————————————— The depression, human brand was trapped. They
They fill my stomach, block its sky lIke reams of paper hasserai acid shades of autumn leaves sent aloft without a breeze they cloud my brain they rain, un-rain and rain again. and stall each lane of acumen thrashing, crashing,
Dusk to dawn, Life goes on. Be strong, For life is long. Life is a daily battle, We must face without a rattle. Life is full of treasure, If you use the right measure. Life has wonderful themes, For those
Scared I was, entering an eave, Of holy hermitage, and pious naïve, To tumble down, from regal to rag, And love your attire, and delicately drag, Entwining a smile, gazing your chest, Dilemma of ardor, intimate of best, Your blissful
Though a trillion coloured droplets just refract to cause an arc And though atmospheric pressure can explain Aurora’s spark And the moon and sun’s alignment can account for sudden dark Still you wonder….. While a flock of birds’ formation is
At an early age something gone wrong Secrets were made and more to be found Those experiences that are supposed to shape your young mind Still create secrets that will hurt you in time People who loved you, you have
T’was a dream inside a dream inside the mind of a lunatic Incongruous visions swirled about mirrored walls Mixing and blending all colored soft matter folded together Resulting in a nightmare only the insane would enjoy Taste and scent are
In a manic trance May seem insane at first glance But in truth I broke the bonds I am no longer society’s pawn My purpose here is clear Emancipation from the fear Sever these shackles that bind The ones transgression
There’s a solemn ” Castle in the air” sometime.. Yes, sometime there is…. Phantasms of that vignette takes me to a chronicle of memories….. & it’s twinkling there like a shooting star.. Let me hallucinate with that dream again… Let