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You say I’m rebellious. That it’s just a phase. But please listen to me when I tell you, that’s not the case. Some say I’m despicable, that I’ve lost my morals, but I’m not the only one, that their words
How little minds are scarcely seen Or esteemed through a heavy cloak Of leaves chastised by storm or soaked In shallow breezes mean and keen. Doubt hides, it steals the shimmering Yet lately there’ve been bids and strides, To free
A motley group had made an affiliation of sorts It sprouted and mushroomed in our back lane And there was born a poetry club with no name Passion it was for the verses written in Urdu That linked them beyond
Circles abound Clouds unbroken in high sky Sun pounds down Patterns quilted to my eyes Legs quaking Muscle sinews shaking Metal missiles passing Broken glass refracting The bloody image drowns my mind My foot gone numb steps the edge and
Don’t take your faded floral Out the front door Your dirty laundry From this ship to that shore Don’t tell your lovers’ quarrel To the neighbor next door It’s a pity there are people who prey on The personal problems
Perfection may never come Maybe it does not exist The most important thing in love Is knowing love exists . Pass time together No matter what you do Talk often and listen too Let the warmth shine through . Watch
You’ll leave. And I’ll try to ease the sudden stark emptiness with Hobbies, art, intellectual exercises, movies, new clothes, Flings, makeovers, muffins, brownies, ice cream, chocolate. And I’ll fail. Miserably. Just like Last time.
Not yet, the courage will wait for the curtain to fall, will then disappear in awakening; the crucial thing was the love of absence the scythe of eclipsed moon. Suspense hangs from the tall image in slow turn of thighs
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,
Change is happening rapidly. It will only seed up! Humanity’s in the grip of explosive rearrangement. How we handle it will be interesting to watch. Some will get involved, attach it to themselves. Others will pull away not wanting to
Sixth sense, a magical phenomena, a super natural phenomena, a gift bestowed upon some people by the Supreme Lord. Each and everyone has got sixth sense; Only those who are spiritually connected to God, Experience the direct perception of truth.
Outside not a breath of air stirs. Heat, a shimmering wall, Rises from the blacktopped circular drive. Sprinklers spray, and Water sweeps in waves Splashing on red-flowering bottlebrush shrubs That hummingbirds love so well. Inside are comfortable chairs and couches
The pain still looms you have drifted away like clouds in vast sky still I can feel your touch You are near to me still so far like a butterfly carried in strong winds memories etched in my heart cannot
MEMORIES ….. I love your sweet voice , Handling your craziness is my choice . Playing games all day long , and all those stupid questions from nowhere they belong. Sharing every joy or pain , Partners in crime ,
A photograph is a whisper, Of an untold story, One that is deeper, Than just an emotion. It is a beautiful mirror, Reflecting candid moments, With a unique wistfulness, That captivates your heart. It is sometimes a lovely portrait, Of
A beautiful rose To those who enjoy the smell of its fragrance and admire its beauty A rose will always display its charming looks and delicious aroma which only a rose holds uniquely And to those looking to pluck it,
Who is the shepherd of fate? Nobody knows the answer to date A rhetorical question that provokes hate Seven out of eight Feel we are the masters of our own fate They say we control our mates They say we
I woke up and saw Morning blossom with Drizzling drops of rain Clouds darkened the sky Like dragons up the alley Lightning struck like they Fired to scare away the aliens Pavements were washed to welcome All loners home for
Going backfoot he looked inside himself and felt a breeze on empty stomach. Mother-of-pearl, he was a sand grain in the eye of a storm. He wanted to shut off all beliefs to further the search of truth, be happened,
Bodies die of getting envious, seeing the happiness of souls; the souls seem to lead the flowery life of fairies. Seeing it, bodies spread the sighs of hell into their eyes, lips and faces. Their two souls, as it were,
A COMMON MAN LIKE ME, could not dream to live freely under the Sun and the Moon like this. It belonged to the rich…. It belonged to the politically aligned It belonged to the certain castes and communities, the minorities,
When I am alone in the ocean I can hear the echoes of my thoughts; they reflect off of seamless undulations of the majestically powerful sea. The alluring waves placate my subconscious – as if a doting mother rocking a
Back then, life for kids was harder than it should have been They say that kids had rights too, but I don’t remember when Back then, if there were child labor laws, they never told us If labor laws for
Woman changed into stone as Ahilya, Woman submerged into waters as Sohni, Woman was buried in wall as Anarkali, And she sank into earth as Sita, Woman was burnt alive as St John! She has been sacrificing since ages Where
Work for your day – Satisfaction is what you ultimately crave. Die each day, do you wish to celebrate THE day? Laugh off every sting that penetrates. Deep inside it recovers and sprouts the ache. Laugh at the moment, for
Ambitions distances thought of death Desires over looks the need Greed kicks out the contentment Lust blinds the relationship Violence forgets the humanity Vengeance suppress the patience Rejection leads to frustration frustration ends in suicide suicide adds to the kitty
Her embracing self Sweeps you away to an unknown river dale Currents of her whirling posture Working wonder when together. Thy unconscious loving solitude showing bursting aptitude Amusing her tender parts Before another night is over. Dew of her canvassing
I saunter down a shady boulevard Walk on a rocky, uneven path My shadow trails behind me slowly Hunched-back, dragging a lead ball wearily Every step is a torture us both As I walk bare-footed on slivers of glass Each
This world has a large crowd of shadows Substances innumerable with their density Relative to their actions For everything has life with assigned actions Light symbolizes virtues While darkness vices So why shadows are always dark Even though shedding of
Billions of billboards and floods of commercials Bombard and pollute young minds and our values Where social vices overwhelm visual material So, what are standards of beauty and virtue? Is beauty really only skin deep, let the young ones judge.