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Australian songbird Blue Wren Uses secret passwords As an identification to their offspring’s. The fact is that the mother bird teaches The chicks when still in egg form A special song that they remember When they are born. When one
Like tussoh, I collect snow after the blizzard, churning the quartz, O December. Time to hang my boots and listen the call to quarters. Windows would kill me. I had my horrors I had my wine. The moon was still
The weather is not letting me sleep in peace, Humidity seems monsoon’s closest niece. Last two days I am kept awake all night, And had to tolerate an absconded fight, With the humidity that prevails till now, I have to
You raise your wings like an angelic insect, sent with a goodwill message to deliver. Hovering around flowers gay with a gentle touch, and the kiss of life of a kindhearted fairy. You are truly blameless of anything scary, bringing
There was a bright light again.. It’s a morning after a night rain! The petrichor was around that place.. No doubt,drops’re drying with all grace! Serene it was to feel the wet on leaf.. The dust pulled out with a
In the embrace of our pink tongues Lie our unspoken words, Feel the warmth of our breath, Taste the thick saliva of our love, Oozing out from the buds. The pollen grains of our thick eye lashes meet And dreams
– However popular you are , you feel most unpopular at times Popularity is like an intoxication feelings of pride takes you to the skies when the spirits sink in feelings of frustration sets in the moment spirits sink out
On periphery of gestures and casts I speak for fading integrity while a fossil of a scream was stolen from the womb of language. On becoming silent, an untitled truth shakes sensibility. Small vignettes track the battleships of calligraphy. The
The war is not enough, The death is not enough Now someone maintain a silence Because they want some more death, And many of them want to live, But don’t forget, they want death, So many deaths! Is it mine?
Ashes: I was gathering blue light from your lynx-eyed vessel of death. Against terror blind-folded, shot in the head on road. Earth was your bed and a shimmering moon your pillow. It was apathy of gates of heaven. The mist
We the highest of God’s creation we the knower of many, the holders of the eternal flame of knowledge. Universe still unrolling its sacred secrets. is it this pride which made us blind? so blind that no light permeates our
Upon her bedroom wall she wades Serene in Homers blue waters Past the dormant white hulls at dry dock, She smiles Before autumn’s sienna strokes of the harbor flats She feels the tides’ hands bathe her. From beneath her comforter
O’ Holy Mother have heart on a broken soul tonight Surround me in your divine and graceful love light Cleanse me of my sins in the blood of your all mighty Powerful son…help me be the man God would like
As the huntsman led her into these woods Deeper and deeper they fared He carefully whispered in her ear That only of herself she should be scared She agreed that once your path was chosen And you were too far
S- Sorry people were screaming cries. C- Calling out their loved ones in havoc. R- Rising atmosphere was getting worse, as in better. E- Evening goes by in fast time. A- As the high notes of help cannot be heard
Someone asked me, what happiness is, can you define? I smiled and politely said, it differs from person to person, who am I to redefine? Being happy is a matter of choice, It is mere listening to one’s inner voice!
The breeze fills in the vessel of wound with toxic molecules. And submerges it in the burning Ganges of fuel. The magma pumps the pain up the brain. The heart is pulped by the lava of strain. The magnet cannot
I heard the shepherdess sing The song of dawn upon the hill Merry go the twinkling stars In shelter of their dream The sunbeams come Dancing upon the lake When the yellow traveler Makes his sway Flowers open up their
Dried up, shrivelled, exposed, weather-beaten, This wasting away of the body afflicts with decay The hey-ho day of the day-to-day. Friends desert us quite, And no quenching ever pleases. What was is rubbed away, like stains that dry Wither, languish,
She is the whole world to me She is middle aged, still looks young She possesses wrinkles, yet is the most beautiful She is the lady with courage and strength She strives for patience and perseverance She believes “Work is
I’ve placed you inside my heart for now. I’m hoping you won’t break your way out too soon. This love will fade away but I’ve waited long enough. Please don’t add more bricks to the surrounding wall. Help me tear
Unfettered for a little while, I was catching the sleep visitor. It hurts when the dream ends and a poem starts. An eucalyptus, drinking lots of water, throwing the aroma incensing the air, I pick up the fallen seeds of
Pain intrigues a mystery The endurance of perseverance Tingling through every cell With a vengeance to conquer The mind and heart. Sweet is the pain That makes you feel alive Crimson red with scars Like a zipped pouch Oozing with
Wasteful truths about life unfold; to float in dreams of what to undo. Like a candle waiting to be put out- They bristle regret’s shadow into a kayo. Playing laments meant to scaffold- kindred spirits; caught up in a rue!