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Never in those sizzling conflicts displaying the pink eyes you were able to reach me. Was it metagenesis, forgetting your selfhood? Fragments of a beast were floating on sea. Was umblicus of death broken in the crotch of a mother?
The blind man covered in tattoos is being escorted across the street by a barmaid drunk on fumes her shoes leaving sticky impressions every step she takes and talks the things she’s seen all evening – fights that almost took
A unique, irreverent intruder: in my dying dreams, of a domain beyond the gifts. The corridor was full of specters in boiling air. The DNA will not cover the naked strands of desires. Put out to sea, my boat in
Forget me not, my vintage friend, though life in me takes flight. I’m with you now and always, though far and out of sight. Remember all the best of times and love that we both shared, and let those memories
“Oh lord my eyes dried by warmth of regret “ “Pouring rain angainst by seeing ground and pebbles strain effect “ “I got aspirations too high “ “Torture ache is sharp as dagger mordant in nerves feel die” “Feelings cannot
Aren’t we like above? I call this thread like a Stroke of Serendipity For our souls were sent Intertwined till a place Broke somewhere, lost Vanished to place Unbeknown to me, to us But my be we were bound To
Last night the long stretch dream seemed so real I felt stranger in the morn’ going through the ordeal Those wood, those mountains, those valleys so steep All looked so near for the touch, feel and my keep And now
Problems Belong to A huge, Closely-knit Family! When Problems come, They come With all their Relatives And distant relatives In tow! So, If you are Inviting problems, Be prepared for A huge guest list And a long stay!
Hope an upward slope to a panoramic view where the scope of fine imagination waits for you unbound dream-seeing vistas crisp and clear surround potential seeming new though always here waiting as seeds of inspiration to conceive and raise the
Companion, the blissful pal who knows it all the blink of the lid the twist of the lip raises toast with glee one spirit setting you free frolic …the one your bright moon and your setting sun same energy similar
True friends stand by your side and don’t ever leave you, They will fill your life with love make sure you’re never left blue. Friends mold your life and make it so much better than it already is, They flood
Winterlude From November to March winter-green and winter-grey for all the things you never say, winter-silver and winter-gold for all the secrets left untold, winter-snow and winter-frost counting all the thing we’ve lost, winter-love and winter-pain washed away in freezing
I tossed back the hot questions before searching the answer. Flaming torso of a limbless man was seeking a place to rest his soul. I inhale the death’s pungent odour so opiating and so brutal. Burning train chokes the windows
Northumberland to Newcastle And Cumbria’s lofty hills. Durham down through Cleveland To Yorkshire’s misty dales. Across to dear old Lancashire It’s Mancs and Scousers too. Cheshire, Staffs and Shropshire The Severn lands of dew Across into the Midlands Leicester, Notts,
A sleepless night exploring an expectation My mind eye playing the reel Anxiety clicking with time My self – doubt will maybe? The inner voice begins to play The same old Sun awakes a new day This is I the
Cutting across the food wars against adamant century do you think we will become extinct in this uncool climate? The dying windows do not throw any light. I fear in dark alone. The earthworms are nibbling at history of mankind.
Through the frosted glass windows The bright streetlight … …sweeps into my room ..in a diffused spray!!! A night lorry lumbers up the lane Chugging its engines In full throttle… Rattling the room …. shattering the silence of night!! silence
The heartbeat of millions I am sorry! BILLIONS His name is Lionel Andreas Messi The messiah of football I am sure that he is known to you all And the ‘MESSI ERA’ shall never fall His 360 is unbeatable His
All alone I walk in the dungeons carved inside my mind by misery, and trails of dried tears run deep, leaving behind the sultry nights, thinking! Craving the deceptive self to ignore desolation, I wander in the deserts where mystery
Played in the hills of another world`s land, Spent the nights reading in my room but always dreamed about lying in the sand. Then one evening between 15th and 17th of July, With his wings so heavy and attire so
’tis a playing field for many kinds out in the arena, to discern the companionship of the puissant sun ’tis a hot, new summer day , blithe and sound maketh thou run, run, run… syrupy voice of nightingale, fills candied
You made ascent to high thresholds of dreams, Much higher than where angels dwell on wings, And all the cost of sleep your mirth redeems With sheer magic the near-experience brings; You fluttered in my every reverie, As though a
Nestled in the long loud smell of your kiss, Which reminds me of the smoke guzzling chimneys of my hometown And the yellow sunlight reflecting off our cemented yard Is the elixir of death, destruction and surprise. The surprise on
Suspended sort animation, Means at odd with the end All labors notwithstanding- To prospects that do not extend. On a journey since embarked, The destination not in sight. With none there to relate to, Or identify with own plight. Questioning
Untie the knot, patriarch, the broken kiss was intimidating. The backhoe picks up the devil, it was within you when you were casting stone at the fear. The pagan was covered with leaves raw and pailful; belief in a thought
A helpless, harsh cry Erupts the neighbourhood Then comes the sound of rumbling As if there is a storm breaking down Our thin walls I listen intently and feel my heart Pound in fear I look around the tiny room
As the yuletide bells ring, the gladdened sparrows sing, red-hooded santas bring delights of a joy-laden kid. Reindeers each of regal breed, all across the white plains speed to yonder snow-covered climes to take the joy of the times. Carols
Amazing and awesome dream you are, I wish this dream coming true tomorrow, With new hopes of enthusiasm and exuberance, When the Sun is curious to rise in the morning. Beautiful and becoming you are for me, That always reflect
You’ll often see them running and chasing across the plains, a rabbit skipping and laughing at an eagle, in great pains. But why’s the eagle running, surely he can fly? Sadly he’s afraid of heights and frightened he may die.
As I tiptoe past her door In that room, in that bed, My darling sleeps. The thought of her touch, Her kiss, inflames my body Like the taste of Spanish wine. I open the forbidden door, The hot musky aroma