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Knock knock whose there? He asked Me, the blind man. Came the response. And where from? Asked another, from the catacombs that covered years of deaths and solitude, in caskets of not so forgotten years. From the depths of reason
It was midnight moon cruising in the bedroom. I step aside in the depressed window, watch the overwhelming spillover. I listen, then do not listen to alien voices of bipolar beings, speaking Aryan, artfully in cryptic signs crunching the bones.
The cold. As the days draw in, And nights get longer, When life seems Impossible; To an extent, Has it ever Occurred to you That the cold Making its way Into your bones, Faster And more painful Than a sharp
Her journey took her to a place Where smiles did sit on every face Where long ago the Indus came And so gave India her name Softly shifting desert sands And mountains that stood high on land The setting sun
When a crisis happens Our life is changed Either endangered Or rearranged Conflict precedes clarity Urges wars and enmity Enmity brings despair Wars are never fair Peacefully solving a crisis Wisdom is your oasis Responsibility to grow Every person must
Now that my mother, father and siblings have passed. Yes passed, a dainty word saying, dead, gone, either up in the sky, or down in the ground. At last I have said the words, dead, died, death, leaving me bereft.
Everything starts with a piece of something. But she’s already in pieces so how come? Such a dark journey, she wasn’t telling. A tragic story. Ending— there was none. All was black. She’s not blind, But her hope was. There’s
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
Joined by the funeral, we sit down, under the blue sky, fire watching, sequentialling the processions. Ultimately one by one they come, to dust, hands turned down. After close of the rainbow there is an explosion and a transition censored
I have heard melodies, I have heard songs, I have danced to the rhythms of heavenly delights, But each time I hear you, My heart skips a beat. I’ve heard the humming of the birds, and the chirping sparrows, I’ve
I am an ocean of problems, With raging gulfs of anxiety, Thunderstorms of fears, Coral reefs of loneliness In me all the time, And in this turmoil I saw you as a shore, Calm and composed, A harbor for my
I need tears tonight, For my heart has stopped beating, It floats easy in pages am reading, Like every choir needs a leading, My pain grows numb never receding, I need tears tonight, To make me feel again, Without them
Love hugs the heart, Like morning mist, That cloaks in magic, With a tender moment, To kiss the soul awake. The nourishing dew, Of the mysterious mist, Feeds the soul, With a love so tender, In landscape of the eyes.
Once revered, Wealth and power, Lifestyles of glamour, Before time devoured, The pretty palisades, A vision of success, Once you moved up, You felt truly blessed. A dare and a whisper, The great moral leap, Every accomplishment cheaper, The world
When you think you have beauty in your life and it is taken When you think a world is born of your own mind’s eye; creation When lies are the commonest words spoken without deprecation When the dark nights become
People are celebration friendly Celebrate when life shortens too Dancing, swinging and singing Saying happy birthday to you. People are celebration friendly Celebrate at the end of each year Romping, waltzing and caroling Wishing you happy new year. People know
Broken from the inside out Pieces of my heart run through my veins Hurt and disappointment have broken my heart. I try to fit the pieces back together, as they no longer fit. I hide the hurt with a fake
The wind rushes through the fields I am but an object that sees and feels The landscape changes as weather does the deals I want to sail on clouds that blow by like Catherine wheels The light across the long
SEARCH What is it that we are looking for? Validation? Connection? Approval? Appreciation? Applause? Respect? Love? Acceptance? What is it that drives us on? What is it that gives us hope? What is it that makes us carry on? What
I stepped outside my door and without warning Jack bit my cheek, nose and mouth, so when I chewed upon my tongue lest I swore uncouth words, my teeth bit right through its core. Blue blood flowed and then, and
There is no nothingness. imagine a team of scientists building an absolute vacuum inside a tiny metal box, the others alternating, a matryoshka doll vacuum, box, vacuum a terrible candy to offer a giant sure to raise the wrath of
Some moonlit nights have shone not very bright, This, sadly, I found to be so one day, Or was it one night, that held no delight, Could be because, love, you were not with me; Woe, this belief was augmented
How long has our relationship been going strong Long enough to take that next step wouldn’t You say, I don’t think it would change anything Anyhow, so why don’t we playhouse as if we Were newlyweds, I’m sure it’s a
Life may be a pleasant journey for the moment but one is unaware what is in store the next moment Move along with Moon and stars and try moving ahead of sky you will surely leave others far behind without
Dragging the floor, Like a mangled doll. Facing a decrepit wall, Rip it off like paper. The blackness of void, Like a pool of ice water. Out a silver hand outstretches, Rippling the wall. You’re pulled inside, soaked by the
When joy has fled the confines of your heart, And to sadness is where you sally forth, Had you been queen, still nary could you thwart, The glum where even clowns can’t be of worth; Some solace you might find
Your sweetness calls to me as though honey, That speaks rightly for countless humming bees, Or ambiance that floral scents convey, Or else, as breeze sifted by leaves of trees; As water gushing from rocks, crystal clear, For having passed
Wait, Wait.. Cynthia Lit up your lantern, Yet little more ..! Let me compose a line Just one and once Left conclude my rhyme – In the sacred hours of this night! Awake, Awake.. Darling, Amidst the time darkling, Stay
One fringe of image disconnected, a knife within, in a trench battle still continues between you and yourself for ending of animal. Did it bleed? Home was still faraway a secured period. Bouncing euphoria. blunted and bailed out paper thin
The bald mannequin, stands undraped, without genitalia moving the lips. The choreographer walks in caressing the knobs to open the invisible door. There would be knife between the teeth and dance in the flames to lift up the veil, to
Under the warmth of summery stars And old, bored ceiling fan That help the heat descend From our cemented roof Onto our old wooden bed, Let us put our past and our clothes Behind the night. Let us play the
O Little angel O little angel from tranquil galaxy of rebirth coming through milky sky ways to land on the human earth singing merry Christmas songs with basket of wonderful toys some for her innocent girls and some for naughty