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Born second amidst six siblings She was the quietest of all Her short stature was in no way deterrent to her extra ordinary skills She was the nightingale par excellence who could put the naughty kid to sleep, disturbed mind
The birds chirping, The lions roaring. The flowers blooming, nature speaks of happiness! The sunlight saying ‘Hi’, The moonlight saying ‘Goodnight’, The coldness of air hugging me tight, nature speaks of love! The waves rising, The clouds crying, Rains won’t
Rose for my love, the best that heaven owns, The fairest Earth could bloom beneath the skies, As tucked upon her hair instead of crowns, Bestows well what the lack of crowns denies; That wisp of cloudiness above her head,
Vane glorious and absolutistic, though I defiantly, cavalierly, and blithely attest Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy mine acidic breast houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic, barbaric, and bubonic cannibalistic demons within thy safely guarded Pandora chest atomic cesium clock timed to
Drop by drop they scatter on ground With a melancholy sound to cherish in time Flowers with drops falling to their fine textures Stood drenched aside with tapering stems The rain showers nurturing their roots of growth Been a life
THE NiGHT OF WORDS an assemblage of thought, Predicted a hint of rain the power of words,from the darkened sky, convey a message for a thought. Was it not one word that launched the words that built the world ?
In front of me are eighty-eight keys, Waiting in anticipation for music to be made. Gently, I place my hands on the ivory, And arpeggios and scales alike flow like a river. My grandmother sits beside me, Beaming like the
The sunlight wakes me in the morning The atmosphere around us paints it blue The birds are singing in the morning The nature made them fly for you The mind is gentle without warning The days and nights that I’ve
The chord struck again Without any desire, the tears did rain. Unable to find why, The angels did solace. But, the inner demons smirked hysterically, “Oh! what did you gain?”. If empathy is what you want , It is lame!
sky gone the color of strong black tea wind assists everything toward the ground mountains were born for withstanding this world howl builds around craggy teeth when rain joins it mixes and remixes ultimate alchemist its runoff is life itself
A bud, A flower you are a closed bud come bloom into a flower and spread the fragrance of love into this scentless garden of my life!! Infinite from infinity “i” came kaleidoscoping through the horizons of a womb of
That night had heavy rainfall lightning was shining in the sky that night, a poor farmer was cursing his poverty, as he could not see his children suffering from hunger from the neighbouring farmer’s cowshed he brought a cow before
I can’t forget to forget the world When your lips tenderly meet mine I can’t remember all my worries When those lips kiss me so fine That gentle caress of your’s Across my cheek Makes all my problems Look weak
Dreamers differ in dream they dream, From heart to eyes they speak of dreams, Dreams of love, words and strings they dream. A little boy dreams of bright sky, To see his dreams flying high like kites, A dreamer dreams
I fall back into time and remember how loving and caring both of you were… What great time we had together…. Be it our Verbal Duel in English, Or, rickshaw journey to School together. After school snacking of Kachori and
Darkness.. my cigarette end glows like a blood shot eye the mud wasp chirps the house rat scuttle by the shrill “Ge-ecko” of Geckos… a dog perched on its hind limbs sends out unpleasant vibrations picked up by its mate
In a quiet, solitary room, the light softly pours into the multi-colored windows, Filling it with a reminder of the Father’s covenant. The children gather one by one and two by two, Praying for hope to be given in the
Tonight moon will write a poem on my hand about an almond love. I find a breeze. Nightmare: I was caught stealing words from your lips, a lark flies into death, paralyzed by peace! I will have the baby, I
With my sincerest apologies to James Shirley The glories of our spoons and plates Are filling, quite substantial things; There is so much amour of the palate; We lay our hands on all manner of things: Bread toasted brown Flora
Mundane indulgence for a prlonged state of agony in truth of fake lies and synthetic tears, bloated rendition of angels; the hate crawls out from the ruins of time. I crave for the musical instruments left in the room. The
When in love every moment is worth more than rubies & diamonds, Moments converged to memories, those that never easily fades nor ends. When in love every smile is sweet, sweeter than cherries & chocolates, Smiles lasting miles, those that
There are always friends around to share There’s a huge close knit family too They all cheer my dreams The shattered broken ones The made up glittering ones But I’ve had been cheating them Hiding a few deep in my
A fire of passion Burns inside me Eyes twinkle in mischief Longing to explore The bond of unknown. Heart pounds within As the lost soul Awakens the love From pain to delight Of my lively self. The pulse of passion
Water with an immense depth… In eyes which haven’t slept… Adds to the beauty of a joy…. When trickles down substituting a smile Wonderful is a rejoice….. Carries in it precious pearls…. Mixed emotions in it always swirl… intensity can
We live in a Society driven by Fear, Anger, and Greed. Fear of the unknown lurking among us. Fear of others’ distrust. Fear of what lies in our demise. Anger in our eyes for the person who leads us astray.
While my ten fingers are busy forming the letters into words, A thousand thoughts forming in my mind as it creates something to accord. A tons of things to ponder and wonder, A lot of imaginations to expand and discover.
You’re standing there while her body bleeds, Desperation in her eyes, You’ve made up your mind how you should proceed, Just send her home to die. A diagnosis of which you haven’t a clue, The stigma that you attach, Just
If I forget spring, bruise my face with grass to meld with soil in prescience of later ritual. If I forget summer, drip on my tongue the blood of fresh berries, and the insolent taste of mint. If I forget
Nobody ever saw her break She carried around an awful ache A smile that could warm your heart Slowly frowned at she fell apart Nobody knew of her silent struggles Not one person knew of her troubles Her inner demons
Every breath I take is flavored with your divine name, Truly, I don’t care about whatever way people defame. Oh God! It gives me feeling as you are my divinity, From dawn to dusk, keenly, I search your proximity. My