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Nothing like you I had ever met… The crowning star after sunset… Like unsung silence of wood… Crushed through dove hood… Love is not happiness to survive… It is more than sweet realities of bee hive… Sting is poisonous only
Guess what I am writing about? A strange phenomenon of recent times. Bright and Colorful, depicts interesting times… Takes off the monotony, a peep into lives… Success epics , someone’s frustrations galore, Wise ones’ words repeated, in circles of lore!
I stand here alone. Afraid. Why did you ever lie to me? Dragging me further and further down with this temporary love, You had me paralysed, mesmerised with your very essence. Why couldn’t I break free..? Weak, so weak I
The tears shed at night when no-one sees us, the sweat and blood in the days nobody hears us. The mask we wear to hide it all, the truths we find once it falls. The nightmares that overbearingly haunt us,
The kitchen staff left a slice of cake out. all the while, stacking chairs on tables, scraping the grill, through the ravenous inhale of the vacuum cleaner, it sits like an unscaled peak framed in the lights of the pass-through.
Snow capped mountains Peak from ice cold waters Birds the colour of frozen rain Dance above, looking for sustenance Careless waves splash against the hull of this floating vessel The sun kissing through the clouds As we drift on past
You toppled the invisible burning the unburied buttons joining the history of names. Will I be able to communicate with straw to find out the age of the unarrived seeds? There is too much violence in green blood. The broken
Melting in cold Rubbing my fingers on your palm Crossing my legs over yours By ten minutes, I snooze the alarm I press my body against yours Whisper a word or two Drowning in the swivet of desires My body
He’s a very famous actor who married an ordinary woman and while he spends his days honing his body for the kind of violent pornography they pay him to discharge, learning to compress his abdomen to crush walnuts spit out
Dear You, It’s been a long time since we spoke, I’m tallying the days since you’ve gone, Leaving me alone in this one-windowed skyscraper. The pages are blank. The ink has dried. So here I am, thinking out loud, Hoping
Let’s storm into love forever tonight, Hey! Beauty is beautiful for once. I can sense truth in your eyes this night, Poison tastes sweeter than honey since. It’s the final night together, baby! kiss this pain away forever. you are
A man stood by the roadside his shame he endeavored to hide for being homeless injured his pride. He held a cardboard sign in his hand. It said he’d do whatever the task would demand. He would work for food
Etched under my skin flame roses blister Scars on the palms of my hands bleed stigmata thorns My eyes freeze to crystal The tears around my throat are fashioned in black lace obsidian My lips, the color of amber and
Pigs that grunt With runts who run Horses that neigh Eating curd and whey! Elephants that trumpet Gobbling croissants and crumpets Sparrows that tweet Offering a melodious treat! Monkeys that chatter With plantains on a platter Parrots that screech While
Found yourself yet, or running around in circles, finding a corner to sit, and think on what’s left, and what’s right to do? Took a dive into dark seas, or mesmerized by light enough, to see what’s deserved, or just
When you used to live here, The morning came early, Because in the night we would watch the moon And see it blink into the sun. The streets were filled with rainbow colors. The birds sang to golden quivers That
Inadequately the clouds covered the moon the wind was soft and silky. The death of shadow was not complete. Stars had fled from groans of night. In the still room poor sentences could not compete with the innocence of emptiness
Hauled up the breast suture. You were following the milk route, epitomizing the fall. From the golden clouds. Wanting to swim in blue veins, you were drowned. The fire has spurted the blood. A carbon copy of exit strategy in
She descends from en-suite and the balcony-shops, sways down the stairway, leather-mini concealing, sometimes revealing, lace stocking-tops; carries her bruises where nobody sees. In the hub of the foyer the faces are probing, sharp as the glare of the night-patrol’s
We wake to the rumbling thunder of blood, Pumping hearts, twisted hearts, this shadow and I Squeeze into the thick silences of trees. Now the dark lights of Christmastide afflict us Twilight memories drift, flux and flicker In this breeze
Sitting on the heap of mortals, an angel failed. The world was not going to change. The kill had inspired only a naked aggression. Not blindfolded he took the bullet in heart to become a holy martyr. The pretention caused
Even when the night air is calm and still you can hear the wailing of women from the past that flung themselves off of WIDOW’S HILL to the cold, cold ocean below and legend has it at Collinwood they’re waiting