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I carry within me the warmth of the sun as the daylight fills my face with radiance. In the midst of it’s glaring beams I let my soul dwell in love and embrace peace. My feet, crafted with gracefulness sturdily
”You live in a queer world of dreams, Mr. Ahmed Turning odd imaginations to mere fancy words Bejeweled by baffling metaphors and similes That one mightn’t get the hang of with ease Why don’t you eschew the pesky rhyme rule,
Were I decreed a free choice of fate, Insouciant orioles! We shall be one! Gold-tainted-black, early morn or late, I flit-flirt with you in the sun. No gravity of custom flags me down No laws forbid me to fly, flit
Amazing, immaculate, magnificant, Words that can even come close to explaining, The plains, the realms, the worlds, The places I’ve experienced and visited with you, Sitting, laying, staring, holding and waking These moments, I cherish, I look forward to All
There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit about on the swings and slides with boundless joy, inciting memories of when they were girl and boy. The
Part I Has the spring of poetry faded away? In a deluge of falling leaves, When the shadows and lights are at play, Like transient doubts and beliefs. Have words become faceless apparitions, Gazing into the boundless night, At ancient
A string of colours attached together What a captivating and lovely sight To those eyes who see them as blissful oceans rivers and seas But not to those eyes who know the truth As the truth is not always the
In the turbid brooding skies, And restive trees beneath, In the innards of my eyes, And in those shadows fleet, you are. In the scented mountain breeze, And the trembling blades of grass, Where the mist clad mountains coalesce, And
“This day, such a beautiful day I am overwhelmed by the beauty of you Countless thoughts and a million emotions Such boundless pleasure, YOU are the reason I reminisce the moments When I hold you close and drown in your
Where thou are My creator and my god from the moment you knew I am never a second you unthought me my tantrums; you smiled my attitudes; you redirected you knew me better than me your love boundless selfless yet….
‘Twas on the eve of St Agnes’ Day, When young virgin’s minds fly astray; Stacey lay her body bare To January’s freezing air. She cast her liquid ebon eyes, Up to the boundless starry skies, Hoping to find in that
Oh my kite, my beloved Kite, Soar up in the day and night, reaching the boundless height, let us merge with horizon & light! Oh my kite, my beloved Kite, swing and sway amongst the sun, chase the clouds and
Mellow wintry wind starts to blow. From the corner of the sky there is a pinkish glow. A fluttering and dancing rose smiles at the sky. In such ways Lord Jesus opens His eyes. Pink rays of happiness wrap old
I saw the sun rise from the east today In splendor wore a shining garment red. And quietly from behind hills of grey Emerged, like limbs, his boundless wings outspread With swaying roar, would stretch them more and more Remembering
Ephemeral landscapes Anything for an ethereal escape. Through trodden lands come fatuous perceptions. As though materials fade behind the shadowy hem of night, Hasty winds succumb through numerous violations. Empty space here, concrete expressions of plight Downward facing valleys may
Serenity all but manifest in boundless sort of freeze Swinging of feral boughs with gusts of wild breeze Leaves chafing indolently imbuing calming kind feel Upsurge of distant clouds permeating a wet appeal Moment as if standing still with sublimity
You have accepted my light, Have you accepted my shadow Why did you let me vail from your sight, Why do i beg for your love wandering down boundless meadow Why do i plead you for acceptance, Why does your
I think of you for countless hours Your fragrance is of thousand flowers And when I look into your beautiful eyes It feels you are the real, Everything else lies.. At the times of sorrows and despair Your sweetest words
One deep breath of what yet lies, Dream’s of shattered butterflies. For like myself their wings are torn, Silently broken they fly in mourn. Blade’s of silver shining in the light, Scarlet blood on my wrists, feels right. Flowing beads.
The shape of space inside my head is relative to boundless loss of antiquity. The wind consists of exceptional conflict. Imminent force, which describes a hazard of sorts, wrapped in a hard-shelled skeleton. Orthodox doctrine originates with the ancestors, descendants
Here I am, Standing in the dock once again. For the evil one had sought and gotten an appeal of God’s prior judgement. With his legal standing, The devil named me as the respondent. And intiatiated the service of progress
In his short spaceless life Discordant happiness plays foul, A missed chance heavy price demands. He sought another that never was for him As he feared his utter laziness And never spelt her adored name Before eastern Sun broke forth…..
From pass the mountains of old The sun arose in vibrant shine Deep into the ocean and lakes Through trees of thick and dense Into the abode of sleeping souls Waking thoughts into boundless life To tell us of freedom
You wake up everyday refreshed, Every meal you have is from Le Cordon Bleu, Every day at the office is nothing but concord and smiles, Your spouse the most attractive, your house the best sized and equipped, and everyone you
The Seed of love planted by the river of amity hoping for an perpetuity life, Creating roots for the foundation of our love. The root of our love grows with a boundless destination in quest for vigor not to let
Caught in boundless spirals with imminent full of doubt Must accept unkind reality of being down but not out All dreams in past nurtured now appear so far removed Resolute earlier perspectives for now stand disapproved Transient phase of ambiguity
Perhaps I am crazy, I sought the limit of the boundless ocean, I implored the river to stop for a moment to listen to the music of my soul– Perhaps, perhaps Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow there is
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
Once I stumble upon a tiny kitten Amongst a pool of sweet flowers. Her blue beady eyes peeking through; Gleaming eyes full of wonder, On the side of a lonely road. Hiding neath the cover of flowers, Stealthily she moves
When I look at the 2 pair of eyes, I wonder about the perception. What are the adjectives used, What are the defining values? Given the negative light, Of a self-image, And the ka-ching, Ominously amiss, I wonder, if the
This night of the long vigil has betrayed my soul. Columns of smoke arise from the landscape of shrines. There is no need now, to sing the praise of oblique wars. Truth has made a big dent in my heart.
The particulate allegories were tossed around. The wheels had refused to exit. Unscathed, phrases were erupting in pulses. There was flame and ice Inherent – in the silicate of wedded friendship. Who was afraid of the bed in heydays of
Our river wasn’t a clean river, a mountain stream, a babbling brook, or a silver girl. It was a filthy river, a city river, forsaken, neglected. Long gone, the glory days, when it was thick with trout and where, according