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An average of 2,830 cubic meters per second of rich silt forms an alluvial plain that spreads outward in a fan shape from sedimentary deposit whereby ancient Egyptian civilizations got built adorning arid topography invaluable like the aorta pumping blood
Silent words… “Silence speaks more than words” Whoever said this is a complete nerd. Why is it that we always have to say something, But we fall short of words and end up saying nothing??? If silence says everything Then
From behind the dark blue hills The Sun like a king in golden armour Appears in the morning sky Radiating light and life Down to the farthest corner . The dazzling rays descend Gracefully on the flowery carpet cautious enough
Self help can be yours. It lightens the load a little more. Put know-how to use and do. It helps to see us through. Find thing on the remove. Polish them up and re-do. Then take another look. Was effort
It slides stealthily in you, the fear shifting the blame, stoking to run. He said the wolves are coming. I heard a wailing sound across the black wall, I hate you, I hate you. He was crying and shouting. Why
She lived in a cottoned house, Where everything smelled like rose, Her ribbons flew in the rosy air, She danced on the tip of leaves. Sun shone upon her like gleaming gold, Beams filled her sapphire eyes, Her heart was
Not moving, the words had gone into inertia. The space was shrinking. Only restlessness was there in buoyancy ready to distort the sound of depth. I am expanding in propriety, in meaning. Pure burning on flame of truth, like a
The Violin Maker awakes and heats his glue in a coffee can rigged on a hotplate. He is aged and stiff like his wood piles of it stacked and waiting spruce special ordered from Ohio oak pieces from a broken
Amidst beauty and love there is fire Now welfare of those around I desire It brightens and sets ablaze miseries It’s not cruel, it possesses mercies Like its flames is beloved stalks Resembles cedar while she walks Chilled is weather
S- Sorry people were screaming cries. C- Calling out their loved ones in havoc. R- Rising atmosphere was getting worse, as in better. E- Evening goes by in fast time. A- As the high notes of help cannot be heard
That was an incredible rainy evening on the top of rock hills surrounded by ancient caves blue skies were wrapped by the dark clouds and snow peaks smilingly greeted the first snow fall in the love valley rain drops falling
Winter That tiger cat with winking green eyes tossing up balls of red yarn. Spring Inquisitive… the gingersnap cat stares as I get undressed. Summer Black and white kitten lying under clothesline in soft circles of sleep. Fall Windy afternoon
Oh! It’s just a Clock. Oh! These are just the mechanical sticks. These are not like my arms, They move all the time. And I look at them all the time! Yes Time! Time! They define time. Oh…what is time??
Well what’s wrong with the world that We can’t all just get along? Surely this is the dream of the Angels and Jehovah’s never ending song. Love and compassion go a long, long way So embrace your brother with warm
A tribal fear was lurking, behind a surge of emotion. The sun was looking black. A sexual abuse of a quaint flower aborts the fruit. This year we will go hungry. A nascent seed stripped on road- cries for water.
In Retirement days, plant words on a page. Record in a booklet, give a little age. Let ripen, hide it away a few days. Later, re-evaluate, review, and renew. It is choice and lasting, or is it to re-do? Will
When humanity first became aware, the world was a scary dangerous place. Everything was a mystery, nothing but survival at stake. We created gods to help us make sense. Gods became the catchall to explain the unknown. Gods became religions
I have no shepherd, so I must go on wanting I lie down in dry and brown pastures of pain I am shipwrecked on high troubled seas My soul is restless, tossed, and torn I’m heading aimlessly up a miserable
Love letters from L.A. so sweet Every line makes my heart skip A beat, I know someday we will Be together because I believe The heart can bridge any distance No matter the miles that separate Us today, no and
One, Too many firsts, Two, We got sand in our shoes, Three, You wanted to keep seeing me. One, trigger word for gay beginnings, Two, times with denim jackets and black bottoms, Three, Popcorn, jelly tots and prawn tempura sushi.
Was it by Coincidence or design That you came to be mine if only for the night The only night I wished for no dawn We stemmed from different worlds but we blossomed in our very own Our language differed
Blood was in season, on your hands. A staged encounter mauling the clouds. Into a hare, you put the lead with a roar of gun and sun wants his share. Beneath the honours lies the guilt of a ravaged moon.
you bring pink roses everyday from nowhere with an oblique smile, some questions have remained unanswered when I plunge in silence you won’t stop talking anger is its own failure for breaking the door where was the need for honour
This crazy condition that time is going backwards then flying forwards No time for me to live in the present The moment of power, assertion, and revelation I stop to catch my breath always rushing in turmoil The present can
Earlier I was looking at your picture with amazement How could I have been so lucky to have been your mother? To gently guide you through the years there could have been no other. Looking into your eyes, is like
you walk on wodden legs a lump in breast, though benign but kids are abducted from wombs; a road map is spread on the dirty mat for finding the missing link, while a solid-fuel missile was ready to be launched
A beautiful portrait of lovely ladies hangs in front of me in my workplace gazing at them I often wonder- – Where, where have we come from being them? ? Bejewelled, bedecked, beautified – -an epitome of adornment coy, silent.demure.humble
At least once in life do make a wish; not necessarily for returns, but for others an act of compassion; an offering.. more often it’ll be a reason to live life unconditionally… At least once in life do make an