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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?
life is a beautiful and precious gift given by god, That gives us a chance to live as we like. Sometimes it make us feel like teeny-weeny pot. Though we are unsuccessful, But we try our best to be successful.
Slicing the red velvet not drawing blood with your nails you walk on the body of compromise kissing the fleece of death. Untitled, larger than life unpresent, missed moments would take the revenge from no thing. The violence will end
A strange desperation sets in again nothing seems right nothing seems worthwhile there is something amiss the will to live is gone whatever I stand for seems despicable I lack belief and I lack courage I look for a way
Yin-Yang, push, pull, always switching directions, Digging deeper, future bleaker like a chronic infection, Help her climb back up, otherwise she’s drowning, Always feeling demoted, never in line for a crowning. She lives in the moonlight, but always searching for
Cast down thy irreverent staff of judgment! Train your thoughts of vile intention upon thyself Cohort in honor to know thy standing before another Turn ambiguous behavior to the good of another’s help! Upon the wish and hope of future
Let your voice be your chosen weapon. Not guns that cause destruction. Pursue objective through negotiations, Sorrow’s not a solution. Speak, do not become destructive. Stop destroying and burning buildings. Respect life; don’t take it from others. Drop your weapons;
Sublime spirits trapped in a bottle The fallen son rises to do battle A hero of the lord risen from sin The walls of resolve grow ever thin Break the bond, release the spirit The will prays, but the heart’s
Make it out, what’s inside you; for the beholds something special for you. Try and hear what’s yelling from inside you, and let that totally, and wholly absorb you. For your very life is not moderate , and so should
Welcome! Welcome! I’ve been waiting for you. Now tell me, be honest, what did you do? Walk past the needy, ignoring you knew? Or was it more sinister thought through and well planned? I see you have blood smeared on
Through all the pain and my sorrow I sometimes don’t want tomorrow Through pride and arrogance Brings my life a new dance. Through tears and agony Comes finding within, a different me Through loss of the times I did know
Words are explosions of mind, Emotions of a heart, Expressions of the soul, Striking like a thunderbolt. Words are waves, The tides of emotions, That create ripples in the soul, While surfing over them. Words expand beyond consciousness, To realm
Am a swallow who’s fled from this world; to reside in a personal inferno! I fell into the hands of a virtual nomad; who got lost between what was unsaid & untrue. Like a greenhorn I followed him & ventured;
A day of clouds scudding across a production-line sky, vaporous dreadnaughts, caravels lumber by above, never disturbing, the ocean’s surface they defy. The sun becomes a signal lamp speaking in poetry to the static lands of the earth whispering: not
Where the tide line of reality and dreams appear We stand. Uncertainty and reassurance walking hand in hand. Enjoying the kisses of the salty breeze, at the same time feeding the wind it’s flavour. Unable to indulge in our creation.
Crazy But so protecting Spiteful But so caring Sad but incredibly strong Hurt but healing Afraid But willing So peaceful but yet graceful You are my remedy my hope My why when I can’t She is me but now and
It had rained streets painted black tiny lakes of standing water dimpled by drops still falling from evergreens city air fresh as it gets sky turning a painterly shade of blue and foliage green bleeding into morning crossing the bridge
I write For one last time Not for anyone But for me To express thoughts Feelings Emotions Everything Spilled out on a blank page And to write all that comes to mind The struggles And the happiness The thoughts pour
I chose silence not because I didn’t have an opinion. I chose silence not because I didn’t have thoughts. I chose silence not because I couldn’t express my feelings. I chose it… because that’s the only option I had! I
It was bound to slip away, revealing more than you would have them know The farce so painstakingly layered to present a you even you wouldn’t recognise, A you, that you never intended to show. There is too much covered
Why does my heart feel heavy the moment you walk away Longing with every step you take The warmth is gone only your scent prevails Why does my heart glow when you smile at me The sun seems brighter and
I come from a country called India The women here are known for the Bindiya Here there’s lot do with name Khan And the yummy banarasi Paan the land of Bollywood where rice is the staple food Ever increasing rate
His middle names Hussein First names barack, by the way The president of the united states And here he lives, born and raised But people like to complain About his “undeserving fame” All because of that Muslim name? What a
With fruits and flowers bound There stand the mighty trees Bent with the touch of nature And covered with the beauty of love As when upon a trance summer night You are seen as a green of peace Tall oaks
I’m a real mellow fellow and my rhymes cause sedation Flow so sick you gotta give it medication Knowledge so wholesome that it drives meditation My rhymes are in all 50 states making up the whole nation But let’s stick
…So, I asked: what is beauty? He said: it is the impossible becoming real; or It is the kohl of a string on the forefingers of a guitar player; It is the explosion of astonishment on a beautiful lady’s waist;
Childhood …well that’s quite hazy. Everyday was a new task, every milestone a new story, every year a new place, a new start. Those days, those changes I had always wished it never happened or never mattered But here I am.. thrown
What was that inside you which was not ready to accept the compound folly of a man? What worry do I carry tonight to my bed? An intentional leap into the very fire of mind? A virgin garden battles with
It was dusk, twilight sky, gushing waves, I sat on the shore,gazing at the horizon. The birds busily flapped their wings back home, while there I sat, and thought about the vagaries of life. The noise of the sea waves,
In this timeless ethereality where silences build converted assonances and gravitational elapses, I breath your unspoken space within my pollinated reflections… Petalled essences of your insights swing the Eternity on the edge of my second… Echoed Time graciously bleeds rainbows