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The sea so calm, beautiful and bright, Ah! So bondy lovely sight! The assuage wave lashing on the shores, Fishermen eject on their daily chores, But who knew that such a morn would come When the sea would become an
Lips tremble like sentinels when legs burn like candles whole night, in the pocket a grenade explodes; a girl gets raped in broad day light to receive a compensation under a leaky roof of frozen hunger: the emptiness in bed
Heady times and nearing dusk, A day as any other, As sudden as a storm at sea My beloved is taken! Gone! ……drawn from me with no warning. My world lies desolate and shaken, Consumed by a catastrophe, A world already
The road breaks here. Give me something to heal the fractured earth. Angels are too much for me, the gash turns inward ripping apart eternal vigil. They head into the burning books and then explode themselves on wet sands, generating
Only the love-birds will know it was time of inquisition. There was a lot of prodding in the neighbourhood. A voice without sound was resenting with guilt-virginity and the bell tolls for a zero hour. The entrusted trust was still
You are everywhere In the speckled dust Entangled with the subtle smell Of the river fish Silvery, fragile. I want to kiss you In all the dark places. Haunted by the impossibility of a dream. Singularities, Shadows. Open the door
possessions are thé fruits that grow on a tree called relevance although arguably less striking than the beautiful tree that produces them this fruit continues to increase in popularity now mostly produced over seas and shipped in vast quantity too
Just unbound, the death rate. Red roses had no qualms. Numbers, unapologetic, they die or commit suicide. Death had no tombs. One by one they cross the stream, sinking half, floating half in a cynic system, heedless, emaciated, eyes looking
It’s not like, I did not have a choice… But I’m trying to subdue, My innermost voice…! I know intuitions, Show us the way… But this time, I’m not going to sway…!! Because there is nothing, Mortally I can do..
Mommy, Jessie tried to attack me with a weed eater My sister tried to stab me. It’s a nightmare Feeder. I was only 4. Mommy are we poor? You lied. Daddies not a woman beater Hotshot was my favorite transformer
Something was not polite in signs. The smell of incarcerated bed of gods was floating down. A subdued shadow of black moon was climbing on the window. And each house had offered a son, to rage a war of retribution.
Hope’s the life’s driving force, without it,you will just feel remorse. Do not be abject,live life to the fullest, and that what makes you better from the rest. If life’s the heart,then hope is its best, because it is the
There, out there In the street corners On the sidewalks And hung, dangling Are dreams! Cute and adorable Hot, yet fishy Dazzling, but foxy There, too many In the exquisite malls Draped on elegant idols Bewitching every heart Enticing dreams!
By tinkling its silver anklets, She, my own blue river flows in twilight! the sand shores and waves forget themselves; while in a wet kiss; Then in a lovely embrace! By tinkling its silver anklets, she, my own blue river
The pain in my brain and eyes, Is nothing compared to the torture of hearing your incessant cries. Nor me having to invent lies to hear your swooning sighs. How depraved I must be to repent this on a keyboard Rather than your holy
Falling leaves, drifting in the wind….. tears of joy, looking behind, hard to forget, so much to remember. soliloquy: sea waves to the sand, washed your feet, hard to forget. tonight, I am asleep with you, in my heart.in my
She cares for me too much, Her love is difficult to comprehend. But, when I ask her about it, She says, I’m just a friend. She comes with me whenever I call, Though sometimes, she’ll pretend. But, when I try
The dazzling star went through me. I was undemanding from dusk to dusk hurting myself, not anybody. Time to meet my twin, to set the black on orange. My guilt, my fear, my foreboding. Let go off, my sap in
Expressions stifled by futile ambiguity; banal faces crushed by oppression. truth blind and no scent of levity; sleep while in cold repression. wake to the noise of longevity; time smiles on and on in suppression. bright colours to shift loyalty;
I made a mask for myself one day So colorful, filled with glee but beneath the surface lies another aspects of my personality. Nobody sees me cry Because i designed the mask for smiling Nobody can sees the pain Because
O Girls, O Women, Be Aware Mental Perverts are roaming everywhere , here and there, Their Outer Appearance resembles like a human being, but they are far from human and most WILDER then Wild Animals. So it makes most difficult
PROBLEMS Problems spare none Rich or poor; young or old none is free of problems Problems do come often some appears huge some miniature Huge problems appear like miniature when health gives way Miniature problem gets evaporated when losing somebody
Goblins have lived in our trees for years They have green eyes, and great big ears They come out on a summer night And swing from the branches in the pale moonlight They walk in the trees, and talk goblin
As the dawn comes to sight The feeling of loneliness avail itself With the nourishment of memories, Memories we’ve built together. I lie awake every evening, So scared to close my eyes Because all that is in my mind is
Heart dies a death, very painful and slow Shedding every tiny leaf of hope Until no marks show Nothing remains then, Days pass by and then years after years The memories of the past flowing in tears You try to
(1) It is insane that while your heart jumps at evening on the strings of a harp, while your beloved lady’s hair flies with every breeze of jazz, while you wash up at morning under showers of gardens sounds, but