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May the droplets of dew that aesthetically adorn The orange hued sun rays that shine through the morn Refract through the glistening moistness of dew And shower rainbow upon rainbow on you May the breeze that condenses the vaporous air
I am a helpless abject soul, Poisoned by my own karma. I kneel down at God’s threshold Fully aware God will surely hold. God, I have nothing to offer you, Except my being an aficionado. Knowing of your popular benedictions
Holi Special… A special day, a special week, Neither I say nor do they weep, A period of celebration, a feeling of getting affection, Making good relations, in form of Benediction, Colours make pleasure in life, without it we can’t
One by one leaves had gone, several and many times. Lone tree, standing naked in dry wind was ready to walk. In inward aloneness to know the roots. You look straight into the eyes of primeval suffering. Under a cramped
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
I can’t name things. I can’t tell, with some mighty confidence, this is this or that is that. You tell me of love. but, I have known too many loves. blue love, green love, red love, even yellow love. I
But there is an anti-particle to wvery particle in this universe” The physics teacher quoted in class twelfth “Ally with real life” he said, And a life lesson was learnt that heyday. “to every single ‘event’ there is an ‘anti
Could there be other angels half as fair? As sweet love of mine of the fairest heart? Here’s to tell everyone and all, beware, My love is pure, has changed not any part; Her aspect of such comely pulchritude, A
How dark and deep The wrinkles on your visage? O,Stranger? and how fresh? Gentle the strokes of Master Painter! Come ,under those very shades Let us chat in friendly togetherness. Every Memory is a fragrance, Fills voids,Stirs emotions and Swings
Big red light won’t you turn green for me please? You burn high up, oh don’t you pity these knees? I have a girl waiting across your tall stance Just a little further beyond your angry glance. Dear old policeman,
oh ye death,you ocean of death roll away, please, roll oh ye abyss, fly away from us millions of souls in thee are buried, sleeping until the sound of trumpet sounds when you strike faces are painted with sorrow beauty
Thou, fragrance, you are the only one, in this universe, Liked and welcomed by all, with no hesitation, nor dislikes, Agreeing with everyone’s tastes and joining hand in hand, With anyone, rich or poor, regardless of their virtues and vices.
Great Maker beyond human knowledge. Our time is short. Our knowledge finite. Reality infinite. We struggle to understand. We create structure to make it so. We build and grow the best we can. It’s a struggle every day you know.
He gorged on her dreams with no regret no shame. Afterall, he owned her now. while she hoped that the knot would not change him, she felt herself losing her smile, losing her soul. As the drone of nothingness within
Let the mourner be Let the grief burst forth overflow the barricades snap the cords asunder rise from the depths of the Being Let the mourner be Let him throw open the floodgates of sorrow weeping is but natural for
Gone is the palace Emerald green More vibrant colours Steal the scene Brilliant hues Red and gold Herald a world Harsh and cold Winds of change Whisper through the halls The canopy breaks Flutters, falls Of Summer’s death Do not
He was walking on a highway, Many cars moving fast, stopped, Offered him a lift, But he did not agree, It was too hot, The sun was burning, But he was walking. In the rains, Lightning killed his beloved, He
I was five, a little girl, could hardly reach there; where the memories hid themselves, Eyes whispered something to my mind, what is so special about the shelf? A dusty red book, a thread of black to bind its old
the winds are becoming numbing needles to my skin again. the whistling of the night is entering the day covering up the sun to my happiness. the bullying was a distant memory from my mind now fresh to my soul.
Crossing the hate walls, turning up the severed moon in stunning landscape, you scatter the rose petals on ice. One day I will find your frozen footsteps of self-denial. Now he has made the lines of stem cells free for
A fancy tale of fairies and wings, white worlds, blue stars, and cabbages and kings. Red dust, grey planet of quintessential beings, where the deaf hear melodies and the dumb man speaks. On fine wines, the fellows dine. All sass,
Part One – KaySee You message me, I respond to you. Just want to hang out, what was I to do? First two days, everything goes great. Presented yourself atop a pedestal, all that’s on my plate. Suddenly your thought’s
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,
Oh the truth and nothing but the truth !!!????? What way of justice? does it say? should always bring the truth out why do they say then, that, he be given the benefit of doubt? who cannot prove his guilt???
So many tethering smiles around, They are none compared to what I once found; Your love to me was like a Gatorade, As I considered you as my all time favorite. It was a magic that I experienced once, As
If you walk straight under the shadow of moon, to the salt lake death will blow a long whistle. Everything was ruined in war of words. There was no peace in the heart, even after meditation, the mind drove for
On the shorelines of the Adam’s River, Bald and golden Eagles from near and far line the meandering river’s embankments. Salmon struggling upstream to spawn. Chancing the elements. Bald and golden eagles are screaming in delight, as they eloquently glide
O sleepless night! I am in love with you! O youthful night, the belle of the ball! Thine veritable messengers, the stars, the comets And the meteors Arrived on time. How majestic they are, these celestial bodies! How magnificent is