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Pinhead’s lounging in the armchair. Dreams waiting by the stair Pennywise is peeping through the curtains looking for children to scare Marvin is arguing with the kitchen door while Arthur Dent makes a cup of tea. Death has been hogging
Reading esoteric science books I can foresee how a human being looks! Getting to know myself Starting to organize my bookcase shelf A visible being I am indeed Knowing the invisible me, I feel I am freed Freed from running
It had been a chessboard and nothing else from plain cardboard and perfect squares standing up on the bookcase in the living room after the old man died no one knew where it disappeared no one asked no one cared
Dear Medication, I can’t remember my life without you, I can’t imagine it ever again, You don’t always do what you promise to, But sometimes you help ease the pain. You always fill me with such hope, You’re very deceptive
Pull out the pellets from my chest, I had fallen in a brutal crackdown. A black moon was taking revenge. You were staring straight in the eyes of death. The biker, has lost the charisma. The apples were never so
He operates a picayune business– A tea stall with very little eatables People expect in such stalls And look at him with surprise But he remains unmoved He has his own shabby style of living He carries on business in
The hot, impartial, clean rays of the sun are falling on all things, equally. Their impartiality is questioned by the small shrubs and grasses, growing freely in the dark homey shade of the big, proud trees. Who are soaking up
YOU PROMISED You promised to walk with me all through life’s journey, are you sure you can manage when the path is pricky and wild. You promised to swim along with me in the ocean of life, are you sure
Razor Shells and fleshed-out stitches. Endless boredom, life just glitches. Non stop breeding and a circle’s lining, Eggs incubation, feelings thrown astray. I don’t need more problems, just stay away! Adorn a blanket robe like I’m 5 years old. Still
My love is much like gem of royal crown, Appraised through fire that it’s luster would bring, And though no throne, my heart has ever known, With her around, I would feel like a king; She is at par with
Trying to follow truth his journey was nightmarish. Alchemic fusion with past and future failed – his bowl was still empty. In the inner space a largesse, free of present, becomes the pain of perfection! Now what to do next?
O my sons of soil and daughters! I nursed you with my nectar But what you gave me back Loads of your filth and squalor. I watered your fields and orchards Bedewing lips quenched your thirst But you robbed of
Humans are animals, same as the rest. We sprung up from the same womb as all animals do. What makes us different is what’s in our heads? We think, we plan, we build, we progress. Human minds have grown to
The glittering tree And the shivering star Fused, Fusing, witnessed an unusual bond forming, formed, accompanied by wine oh so red oozed, oozing, from lip to lip, from eye to toe, quivered, quivering. Eventually Sanity struck and the blackness of
While aversely obliging decadent demands of the reigning, endorsed affluent, an internal voice howls interposingly loud and insists I really shouldn’t: “pitiful, weary worker, Coerced, uncaringly ordered, and damned by upper class rules, will you ever tire of being a
I came across a dusty cupboard, Wiped it clean, It was a solid teak structure, With a beautifully carved frame. The cupboard held many ghosts, From my recent past, A tattered book of verses, A hand note of love, now
Give me back, me back, my affections. I had planted the kisses on melting lamps. The dark tunnel goes to a lake for a rendezvous with pink death on white lips of cinders. Such agony of wintering tree. Not a
Pander to the broken once more shall you see, the changes made, Above the mighty Stereo Surrendering, only to ignite streams to pour From the fountain of the Infinite Well. Oh! allow such splendor to splash upon a page Aplomb!
I feel your warm hands on me An intense touch, cold and lifeless Your eyes say what should be Our hearts united in perfect oneness But the light’s slowly cleared the shadow And my reality’s a lie so hollow I’ve
Just because your turn has not come, Doesn’t mean there is no future. Even though everyday feels wearisome, You haven’t seen the bigger picture. Don’t compare your race with another, Everyone has a different finish. Switching tracks, shoes, trying to
To wail uncontrollably, to sob till it hurts, to beat myself till I go numb, and can’t feel the senses anymore. To lie naked on a bare floor, with no recollection of passing time, to be kicked again and again
Blue bike(Northern dialectably) A bicycle that’s new was blue and swankity it had 52 spokes all chromed and silver fancery That bike was mine I rode up hills to see the countery and down dales to go fast and rode
The day I realised that I’m just like everyone else. Clarity. I spent all my time thinking that I was different, unusual. [Apparently] I thought differently to everyone else. [I] Wanted, needed different things. Craved isolation. Solitude. Peace. Contentment. Simplicity
When the hate began subordinating, where were you? O! My clothes were on fire. When you climbed the lips, words were livid on tongue: beyond the earth and sky, water and air, fire! You stutter? Speak not truth. I don’t
It was a complete disaster. I will listen to moon tonight, while writing your name on bikini top, holding the pigeons. The birds had abandoned the walnut tree in haste. Between them can you see a butchered image of little
My favorite singer, Justin Bieber. He calls his fans beliber, And i’m his believer. His songs are really good, that it would make person skip his food. Turns the listener in a good mood, Even for little red riding hood.
Once being an elder A caterpillar is stronger It flies so high It becomes a butterfly The same with you With humans too In your cocoon The self is grown Clean it from anger No fear be stronger Selfishness creates
Soldiers are soldiers today or long ago So many not given the choice, they had to go Stories told like it was yesterday You could see the pain in their eyes Til this day some still cry Battles fought in