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Would it be okay if I sat here for a while, Maybe we could contemplate together, Others may not notice but I can see your smile, Its sincerity has changed just like the weather. I know you do not know
Time ticks away, Questions pour in Answers flow as crashing waves Against solid rocks The mute sky looks indifferent Is the era of clues over? Smilingly I pretend ease Watching, listening, chatting animatedly One eye on the clock Rhyming with
The wind, sitting on the branch Of the tamarind tree And chatting with the leaves, Was my enemy. When I get fire For the tip of pen In my writing room, He would encroach Through the bars of the window…
In the heavenly abode of dense tropics , lies mighty Ashoka, medicinal Neem and ancient Banyan recounting tales of bygone era , mingling with smiling primrose , naughty berries , listening to roaring lion , chatting cuckoo, all living together
A sea of faces filtering in like a wave of humans causing movement. Noisily chatting about life, with no sense or purpose. Having no insight to gain an education nor goals in life. Journey in this path turned completely unpredictable
Today I realised how lucky I am, So many things we don’t understand, I seen the sad cold look in their eyes, The fact we cared was such a surprise. Some in hostels, some plain to see, The streets were
Heading to the city in a cab, I take a backseat and wave goodbye To my people, to my town I say – wait for my call, wait for my mail When back, I may tell you a tall tale.
Of sweet moments we make remembrances, Such that by time the love object departs, We will be left to reminisce glances, Of times in which we have indulged our hearts; For hardly last the charm of fleeting things: The hug,
You looked at me like a firefly Lighting up the night sky Like my bright was a night light In the pits of your psyche You called me a flashlight Ready to expose the rows of evils in the cosmos
Did you know your tears break my heart? I see the frown beneath that smile Did you know you can’t see from afar? Staying with what surrounds. Just look ahead another mile They don’t know that you hide in your
Wake early in the morning, see the sun rise, feel vibrant, alive, to your surprise, can also make you wise. The sights beyond man. Link with infinity, ask and understand, this was all planned. Be amazed, smile and nod, when
I look at a slice of sky and weather from the window of my sick room tethered to the bed by depression. Time has come. Somebody will lay me open. Must I suffer with deep holes in buried mind where
Rameshwaram it is, Where the intellect was born, Brilliance personified, Treasure of knowledge, Curiosity is space, Efforts are the missiles, Pride of India, A true son of the soil, Far from riches, Humble He was, Values and virtues, Deep within,
You are … My constant thought A silent tear Who I wish was near I fear Only your going away my dear you listen without me speaking Thoughts are shared no matter where we are Feelings are deep Words are
There were tears when you came, There were tears when you left, When you were born they gave you a name. That after you went, but few would recollect. They pulled you down like a tower, They hunted you out
Away in the distance on a cold dreary night The horizon is lit by flickering lights From storm clouds as black as the darkest heart The lightning tears the very air apart The grumbling mass of swirling bile The silence,
O my last breath! waiting for you eagerly. willing to embrace you, possible as early… When shall you come, at a slower pace. and take me with you, leaving behind no trace… O moon! I am jealous of your sight.
Today- a new thought came my way and though I knew it well- I heard it say so you’ve crawled back in your shell- to stay? until someone reaches out to you? unknown to me you came upon the mask
On the Eastern horizon, a deep gray cloud appears, in the shape of a graceful swan. A slivered harvest gold new moon is playing peek-a-boo High, prevailing air currents keep “Swan Cloud” slowly moving across the star studded sky-line. “New
I awake to the gloom of a cloud covered sky, There’s a dampness that floats with the air. A stillness and peace has enveloped my world, And I don’t see a soul anywhere. You can already smell the rain on
well i dont know what should i tell you feeling are so ebullience cant express you. i don’t know its wrong or Right but its feel awesome when you hold my hand so tight sometimes i think why it happens
Friendship is an oasis that is bound from the north by eternity’s wrinkle-free forehead, by life’s arid desert of mishaps from the south, by liberty that is in the hands of those who give it in order to have it
Pendulum strikes as usual One…..Two….Three….. Life span rotates on this formula. Time moves fast- Silent shadow starts to shrink In the form of night. Darkness give way to light Again and again the wheel rotates Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter- Changes
Just a little bird lost in sky full of night Seeking, searching for a glimmer of light Tired of making a nest that isn’t my home Flying with wings that are not my own Just a little bird lost in
Leaving the stains behind I am moving to a new home O mother to wear the sun. The black moon had been stalking me for years O mother for a pink romance lifting the clouds. Though, I will not come
How does it feel to see the Flamingo, when the sun is shining through the clouds, while sitting next to the window, the cool breeze touching the cheeks like healing wounds. when I became happiest of all, it is everything
lime light beams pressing in all around the stage angie’s face was beaming to the whole crowd listen my dear brothers and sisters i have a message for all of you tonight coming from the Golden Light with stardust beams
Oh infidels! Beg the Almighty to keep the Innocents in eternal bliss. For even one of them awakens, retribution will be so just, that the devil himself will tremble, and the darkest ravines of hell will offer no solace. Please
Crisp eucalyptus leaves Pale green, redolent with a spicy aroma Some just shards of the palest beige A fragrant carpet underfoot With every step and every breath. Perched on the branch Of the lichee tree Rough barked Black ants tickling
What does it take for everyone to be nice? What is it that makes them forgive every vice? I was told all good people go to heaven, But I had a strangeness, A propensity to be intrepid Even before I
Yes, I wait at your door For a pink candy and love some more, I wait till you wake into my loving arms, Like a baby crawling and with a smile so warm, Happiness as the morning rays wish you
On a cloud As I stand poised on a mountaintop waiting for a cloud to engulf me Euphoria reaches a crescendo as it nears me Urge all my senses to capture every essence of the incomer I am swathed by
Vast are the tenants within each their own heart What hold lays within infants permanent wail The true occupant of earned tenure Such early tendrils of wisp cling so dear May these imperfect ears answer such pure cries Extend welcome
A spoonful of sugar melts into his tea And how perfectly made they are My nurturing soul is utterly satisfied While his lungs let go of the tar “If that balloon pops, I shall cry I already feel just like
Her heart is down, But she will rise. If it is her right, For it she’ll fight. When there’s darkness, She’ll be the light. Even in the toughest problems, She’ll wear a smile. The ones who think she is weak,
Let the mourner be Let the grief burst forth overflow the barricades snap the cords asunder rise from the depths of the Being Let the mourner be Let him throw open the floodgates of sorrow weeping is but natural for
… he crossed the border The great river bed with cold water whispering on the pebbles and the distant mountain, snow-capped, steep and hard to reach in black fatigues, no automatic weapon, good army boots, a polished buckle on his
That smell brought memories that were long suppressed and locked away in the empty space where once her soul rested. The muted vacuum burst into a dark nothingness. He had forced himself into her the last time their gaze met.
No thanks…I don’t feel like doing that today Tomorrow isn’t good for me either…can’t you Take a hint I just wanna be alone but you keep Trying to change me and my life well it may not Be much of
Not a single word added today to my tinsel book. The brown eyes were searching my smile. You want to close the happening of first moon and the fig. My roses start a new dialect, waiting on the clouds, almost
