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It is not on you, dear poet, but on your Nation, and its rulers, spread all over Their body, mind and soul; irreparable, Their cancerous thoughts and deeds; ‘The red salute’, they offer to all, a mean, Cheap and cruel
Welcome,welcome,welcome, Welcome to Paradise Welcome to Nainital. A heaven on earth, Sun-kissed mountains. Yachting,boating on serene lakes, The charming lakes and splendid landscapes. The most beautiful romantic place, In the Lake District of India. Nainital is the Majestic Queen of
Black hole in my china cup, You swirl round in vortices; Rising, falling, twirling up, You mind me no notices! In your twirling eye, black As pitch, I see me in a café; Sitting up and sitting back, Stirring black-hole
Nature is wild and eagles and wolves will never be lovers. But certainly Poetry can overcome every obstacle and translates our dreams, desires, passions.. in images that evoke even a new, different Universe. It fulfills the very nature of Poetry
I skipped in the school building so tall With a smile like a bubbly China doll ”I shan’t fail the test today, I know” I murmur’d, merrily dancing to and fro. ”Prepared for the test, my dear friend? I ponder
Moments comes along in our life to be whatever it is Common to all or individually wrapped as hers or his From solitude to calamity is a range we are often dealt Consuming all and often sticks in memory of
If one day I’m caught waltzing to bed with drunken imaginings of the gates of Heaven, gilded in virtuous hues of golden rays, allow me to stumble over the reindeer slippers I purposely left out in the open. I’ll know
I’ve shared more than blame These harpies find me Wandering cargo ships with dagger-eyed cheeks and charm A gold-fleeced buffalo Mama said don’t engage But I can’t short them when they’ve come so far for someone not looking to be
That’s the coldest yet, the words on my father’s lips, each night from October to spring, as he stood at the back door shaking the East Belfast rain off his coat, and stamping the mud off his Shipyard boots, before
1 When I was a little boy I watched a balloon wiggle itself free and spiral upwards towards where I thought might be Heaven. I don’t recall the circumstance— whether it was a birthday party or the circus, or the
THE UNBEARABLE. What’s so wonderful about Pandas, why do people stand and stare At what after all is only, a black and white veggie bear A mysterious thing is a Panda of which knowledge is vague and grey but we
Once in a lifetime each one of us need a Pseudonym, to discover our innate freedom of expression, vulnerability, for Loving without expectations… for Bringing out that Inner child in us, without being judged…. for expressing our inner fears hidden
‘Cede yourself to me, And you will never be alone again. You’ll be revered. Adored. Treasured. But you must give yourself to me- A willing concedes’, Fiend allures. My conscious says acutely ‘Don’t listen’ And for an instant I don’t
When in fragments I view myself My judgement based on a trifling Or not so trifling that has roused A tremor of mistrust and misgiving Momentarily rubbing my claim to A greater understanding of life situation Enough to cause a
He’s wearing his zippered sweatshirt backwards, his blanket looks like carpet padding and if he didn’t have legs it wouldn’t surprise or if he suddenly melted and flowed into the gap between bus and sidewalk leaving behind the whisper he
You are doing all you can, And I’m so proud of you. You have changed so much, You have become something new. A much better person, Than you were before. For you have fought the battles, And have finally won
It was just News flash, nothing to be scared about. They were just News flash from a distant land; from far away land where the inhabitants were, well, that is if they were assumed as people; were thought to feel
Monitoring for movement, scanning expectantly for signs. Electric eyes, barely blinking. Knowing the prey and her hiding places. Prowling the night, thoughts blacker than the surrounding darkness. Staccato stalking, sleek and streamlined, she smells the air. Nervous nose, almost aquiver.
You are not me. It was not gentle, It was not sweet. It was fire in the glass. One yellow rose was opening up, In a very bright night. I was shivering, Under the leafless shade of hawthorn. One surrogate
A sparkling path was chosen by one, providing mature wines for the cultured, elegant polished restaurants, operas of critical acclaim, endless parties for the ordained elite, cars which navigated and spoke, manicured sprawling homes, and… Shoes… closets and closets of
I knew no gracious men in the city of my torment. They lacked knowledge, could not see I existed. I stared ahead focusing on my thoughts, memories, All I longed to accomplish. Trampled upon by them, determined, I changed my
I. If all lives mattered, then Black lives would matter. And blood on a street in Ferguson, MO would not have been splattered; And a body would not have lay there unattended for four and a half hours after. II.
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
You forgot the lines and lineage. Getting all or nothing, pulling away at the umbilical cord, seeking liberty to commit a sin or feeling liberated after committing the sin. The tone embodies the elopement, unbound, to invent the disorder and
Every day when I wake up And I see the SUN, Walking down the street, I see kids having fun. I admire GOD’S perfect creations Like the BEAUTIFUL flowers that grow, Trees that grow very high,. And even the EVER
Your scintillating albedo, enters my soul, Pouring your smell, splendid in dole, Love’s act of mime, in shadowy cloud, My soul speaks lie, seeking you aloud, Dreary your play, tests my patience, Your shadow forwards, your eclipsing cadence, Veiling the
He exists beyond my senses my body is drawn to corners sometimes spaces blocked by load-bearing walls yet most often to windows at early morning hours when the building opposite is barely illuminated forbidding as a cliff face or a
Swallowed in dreams of bliss, and sunset berry kisses in the still of azure skies I gaze into your eyes. Your lips, like honey exude strange sweetness as a dream lover’s dream I find you resistless. Soft whispers pant to
Let’s paint these walls red, With the blood of our dead. Of the lost and wounded, the sad and depressed. Let’s paint that chair green, With the leaves of the trees. The trees cut down, every day, week, month, year.
Arrogance foible among fame, flaw in wealthy, kink in nobles, hamartia among powerful. from thought to action arrogance is evinced, from inner mind to outward appearance arrogance rules in them as king. every day-arrogance- manifest itself variously, talk down trait
At the bookstore I found a guide Inside was a simple instruction. A funny looking diagram. I tried everything imaginable but still couldn’t figure it out. Flipping page after page, Telling you what I’ve found. The way the instruction was