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It’s too incredible but it exists existed long before our kind I like to imagine the first people to see this and those who decided to stay and explore generations and generations moving down from the rim and living surrounded
There’s a solemn ” Castle in the air” sometime.. Yes, sometime there is…. Phantasms of that vignette takes me to a chronicle of memories….. & it’s twinkling there like a shooting star.. Let me hallucinate with that dream again… Let
They are treated as mere numbers of human consequence, dotted ubiquitously on the front pages of tabloids and newspapers. They are figures that scatter my article weekly- seemingly just another number that the eyes will so casually scan over. Sometime
Poetry evokes feelings, Stimulates thoughtful expressions, Evolving a strange emotion, Of an image in mind. It transforms everything, With a new perspective, A reflection of a photographic sight, In significant verses. Poetry is a pictorial, Imagery of words, Intensely used
Once there was a lady who framed up a prince to marry. She arranged that her man be turned to a frog for her plan. Kissed frog turns Prince, voila! That was the magic formula. But the Wizard said: ‘No!
When you step into this crazy world, You have started with one great word that is “MA”, Your “MA” will come out of all pain, by seeing, Your cry, laugh and movement, you are just her world, Just Remember Always
You are the fountainhead because when you speak, the river speaks and it delights us with its continuous whispers and it surprises us with its rapids: Acute, frequent, inherited from you You are the fountainhead Because you deliver the caresses
While dabbling in multitude a peculiarity stares in face Most of indulgent revelry is mislaid and out of place On probing deep recesses what really comes to fore All evident is make believe and hollow at deepest core Pretentious seems
And accompany me To a place where you always wanted to be The aches, the heart-breaks, the constant high and low Mechanical existence, your mind is stuck in flow Let’s drink the magic potion, and sleep in utmost rest Give
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
His fingers were frenetically tapping, as if passionately rehearsing the recapitulation of Schubert’s rich, nuanced B Flat Major Sonata. Eyes darting back and forth in the waiting room, accompanying the clamor of paper rustling and sonorous rhythmic accented breathing. *click*
Like a brazen dancer of night. A phantom? With heart on chest; floating in air, like a death-scarf. You have donated the body for an angel- petrifying the moon. The hairy saint was unquiet, in a glass house. Who had
The blank page grinned at my emptiness.. Tears fell creating bluish islands… As my hand moved, the page bled hiding white spots; the remains of my love… Each droplet fading away to gloom; devoid of emotions.. I tried moving my
We fight often and sometimes we hate each other, But your love is my only concern and other things they vaguely bother. It’s surreal yet it’s true, I can walk miles alone just to be with you. Sometimes the thought
Before sinking to knees. I will talk to flowers. Day of arrival has come. In death, wisdom of trees will eject the seeds of fire on hip-locked roots. A miracle will raise the bones from the rage of crowd. The
Birth Ties Premature Youth Vibrancy Naivete Vulnerability Pitfall Hollow Time Stale Pitiful Resentful Anger More energy Strong Powerful Adrenaline flowing Positive Joy Arrogance Dive Splash Affect Dive again Again Again Bam!!! Rock bottom Alone Knowledge anew Non arrogance Hollow Time
In memory of my Grand Mom who died over 30 years ago. Seeing you lying there In your eternal sleep; Lots of water has flown through since I was a child five year old Playing around the home Not knowing
When difficulties find their way The mind must reach beyond this day. Search beyond the horizon’s bounds. The mind can travel to new finds. Another day writes what it may. Sunshine drives the clouds away. The sunset will seal it
Inside me there’s this unique unstoppable and ever-growing fear I cannot live without spitting a lie out of my mouth At first I think I’ll be saving my own skin , but it keeps on getting worse My lifestyle requires
A river runs through us the river of life With its twists and its turns, and its banks out of sight (early morning misty light scatters these dregs of the day – O! the unbidden tears) The flotsam and jetsam
When the leftover rain fills a puddle! A special smell , I come across when I huddle Through the window ,I see dew drops like shiny pearls Smiling in red,green and yellow It’s none other than the mighty flowers When
Her embracing self Sweeps you away to an unknown river dale Currents of her whirling posture Working wonder when together. Thy unconscious loving solitude showing bursting aptitude Amusing her tender parts Before another night is over. Dew of her canvassing
Solo, I am clock maker born September 22nd, a Virgo/Libra mix insane, look at my moving parts, apart yet together, holes in air, artistic perfection, mechanical misfits everywhere, life is a brass lever, a wordsmith, an artist at his craft.
I’m alive though all the years of abuse, but I’ve not been able to truly “LIVE” because my head is full of fog, confused and don’t know who I am. Suffering from anxiety and depression. I live in a prison,
My strange dreams of the night. Disappeared with a bird’s wail I realised another morning bright And hoped for an exciting trail Amidst loud shouts and curses And the busy life of a modern day My empty belly threatening ulcers
Somewhere along the dark shades of trees I could feel someone’s waiting for me A creepy feeling I couldn’t hide A spell telling me not to hide. A second thought I set aside As I wandered through the night I
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.
Tie the knot with my mortgaged life – I have started the self-descent. Don’t leave me alone – I have to unload some debts. It was very disturbing. I have again forgotten my alphabet and become illiterate. Your consent is