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Fair Angels of Olympus, Muses Nine, That on its snowy summit gay recline, With other gods and haply the cynosure Of poets whom inspires your sacred ewer, O’erflowed with the ambrosial Hippocrene, The haunt of daughters of Mnemosyne. And Father
Winging my way through the air; high in the Cascade Mountain Range. With a serene wilderness lake just below me. Reflecting an exquisite brilliant sunrise of various shades of yellows, oranges, and golden hues. Reflected upon the glassy placid surface.
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 had a chance meeting with a quiet fellow No, we did not meet Didn’t even share a breath Unsure if it was male, female or hermaphrodite Still it was unlooked for Rising in a predawn hour, ready for the
A skylight begins the apartheid in ironed out differences. At the shores skulls have reappeared. Blue flames were eating away the green carbon of the dying giants. Fake photosynthesis was canning the skimmed breeze in books and encapsulated euthanasia was
After the silence of the pith-black night, I found that last drop of my eyes painted on my uniform, may be it’s time to bid adieu, may be it’s time to say.. In the chaos of multiple serendipities in your
The blue sky and azure ocean, Dawn changing the aura of morning sky, Incandescent yellow rays of sunlight, Magnificent clouds billowing, mesmerizing charisma of rainbow, Sunrise and Sunset a magnificent golden orange hue, Brightly colored birds, Peacock’s display of iridescent
So my absentism will prevail over presence; I will talk to you in space between the moments of autumn red when nothing else was moving. In classical pursuit, I straignten the equation and we understand the complexities of life, and
He says, In your lovely eyes you have a combination of blue and grey, a pair of strong magnets, and a ton of sunshine smiles. You have gait and posture of a Pine, movements of a classical dancer spontaneity as
Glistening and glimmering, the stars do shine Scattering forth their beams divine Their light, not bright, yet a mystical sight Blessing the earth on this cool breezy night A prelude to a bright new day Slowly and silently comes a
Swirl in the maze in His eyes Fall through white cotton floss Chase after my ankles She flutters and you Yank out the strands of hair you get; immerse yourself in your being she grants you this freedom Strangle her
Lips tremble like sentinels when legs burn like candles whole night, in the pocket a grenade explodes; a girl gets raped in broad day light to receive a compensation under a leaky roof of frozen hunger: the emptiness in bed
Stammering quarrel with classical fluidity, fails to measure the uncertainty. I was finding my rocks, that chunk of certainty in midstream, when you were not sailing with me. The wait, stirs high the separated pain. Boat capsizes on high sea,
It was a killing line. Walking on razor wire, when toes would not leave the sky and heels will not touch the ground. Myths and legends were becoming a witchcraft. Are you ready to eschew the classical script and write
Once, eyes did spoke for the inner being Then, gestures spoke and the grin, Her words filled our vacant spot Then, actions did what words could not. Hoped to stay like this forever and ever With you in me, me
Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I
Linked arms, looking into the future, my daughters, In jim-jams, bought from Sunday markets, Off the Thame Road, and your beautiful young faces. This picture of a world I no longer have, imbued With all the scattered sadnesses of time,
What foolishness you dear men, think of me, am a stick Mere pole, with no life nor living strength, but thy force; That you felt inactive, is my strength, me a poor branch of a tree, Cut apart and fell
To our brave men and women in uniform. Well and tonight the candle burns bright for soldier. You are in my prayers and your angels follow you everywhere! I salute you and the red, white and blue. You are my
A solitary word…. A single solitary word That defines the space liveth from birth to death It traverses from alpha to the end And it states the state of being good,bad or worthless and it all ends with maybe The
From time Immemorial,I am saviour of millions life, I am lifeline to your daily needs , Cities ,towns grew on the bank of mine. I feed you I quench your thirst I provide enlightment to you I am the reason
Never we value what God has blessed We value for what God has not blessed We are often not happy with our progress We feel unhappy about others progress We don’t understand what happiness is all about We understand what
‘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
Firing of neurons accelerates, under the weight of ruthless originalism. A crowd collects the strength of collider and starts throwing back sparks in dark. Each face looks like a spider alighted from alienness: distills terror. The smile was a miracle.
In the morning I miss my childhood In the mid day, the lunch We had together, In the evening the harmonious Sound of the musical tunes Of your talk, At night The short slumbers We had together, but now I
The war is not enough, The death is not enough Now someone maintain a silence Because they want some more death, And many of them want to live, But don’t forget, they want death, So many deaths! Is it mine?
Earth is becoming something different, something more. For millions of years proto-humans strode its bounties until Homo sapiens arrived. Once here, humans took millennia incrementally building improving its lot in life. Step by step, developing new ways of improving, one
The sea claims, here you are at my door. Leave behind the bustling streets. Walk up to me, pardon my storminess. Bury your feet in my sand and close your eyes. I shall salve you of endless perplexity and unrest.