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Dance of the Cobra In the shadow of a Supernova Somewhere in the Mist of the Sea Desire encircling You and me The smell of you is Intoxicating and has me Rising to the occasion Tonight as do Your eye’s
The love scene of a cobra, I saw, It kisses all over the body of its Love-hit snake -girl, very carefully, Keeps close its mouth, not to Wound her, keeping its teeth in, Shut closed its venomous flows. The word
Give me a cup laced with poison, little cobra’s kiss graveyard……………. she is sleeping under the tree……. remembering the days of togetherness, kisses deep with a candle, unending……………… desire me, trap me…….surround me let me face my destiny…. cannot escape as
There is no moon. The quite surrounds us. The sound of a footstep Floats across the wire. We hear noises when dark. Nothing to fear, need to relax. Frank want’s to know, Did I hear a noise? Knock it off
A killing truck running mad I turn Mozartian with a poison gland. You thought Shoemaker is some fall guy. When you don’t even know the meaning, sigh. My measure is King Cobra XIIth. Fear the venom, not the length. Lamp
Confused and wary like a spermwhale, you are nosediving; – through the shadows of terrible pain ejecting ambergris. Who was getting the bribery to fix the belly button? This was not revolution. It was evolution- of a stinking city. The
Oh immortal sorceress, daughter of Lilith She is a prism in the moonlight, a deity Darker than the Sargasso sea, her fury is Unforgiving as the Titans came to Recognize, all because of their jealousy Over her lineage and limitless
In last journey he wanted to have a free run without rumors of reconciliation. From years back he watched – friends, disappeared one by one. He became his own enemy. The ravines were waiting for the sacrificial throw of a
At cremation ground the flames were creating strange words he stood still, in void, between unfenced tears there was no need to question the answers, kicking up the history, of crossing the bridge over the river of annihilation of self,
On your dark face smile does not spread like a butterfly. Most reticent I had been, It was very difficult to give, and very painful to take. You wanted to be noticed, and I had a tryst with uncharted path.
She wanders alone in the middle of the night surrounded by darkness and seeking for a light As the silence grows within her heart She sits alone and rips herself apart All she ever wanted was to be heard But
Hold as it slips away from your fragile hand, Catch as it flies away to a wonderland, Pause as it helps you move on, The only way of life to surrender beautifully, Yet be remembered, Let Go, Let Go off
You might be subjugated, You might be misunderstood. Society may slander you- Don’t get weary of remarks, Don’t feel heartless! Because the wise, Would rise for you. To protect you, To help you build a name. To help you wander,
The idiosyncrasies of life, Are not difficult to survive. It does seem entangled like a cobweb But to a spider, cobwebs are their shed. Life sometimes has a bovine enthusiasm, Sometimes its fast pace gives me spasms. The idiosyncrasies of
In this endless route called life Where ‘m walking day or night Every moment – every sigh My wanderer soul, asks how and why Where is that place, where I could find thy? I searched for him in temples and
A love story left untold, it was our story like any other story, you were the prince and I was your crown, waiting to bestowed upon you one day, a crown you admired, wished for, dreamt of, your love was
Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution
for beheading the raceme three bullets went into the bubbling chest the assassins had come when she was alone with scars on wings she sailed on voices of silence the melody had kissed the moon in night without veil it
There‘s no power strong enough to halt this motion Thus, the universe, hinged upon a transient axis in her cosmos plane, spin and revolves in an infinite motion But not moving forward, thus days and years were born All substances
A bucketful of moon falls on my door with the smell of a salted night on frozen shoulders of a punctured landscape. I start expanding unseeing a sentimental lake. Life was asking a very high price for the purple bruises.
One look at me is all they need To assume and to believe There’s not enough of me The flaw is obvious, “you’re so short”, they all agree! It’s such a glaring defect that little else counts. The deception is
The boomerang bird is back with us again, the tireless sickle, slashing swathes of wind inflicting wounds with wicked scything wings, shrieking summer’s swift ecstatic pain. It flings itself at frightened insects, flies on whittled blades, deadly smooth and fast,
History remembers King Henry VIII, his mass gallows lovingly called ‘Tyburn Trees’, and victims protesting King’s control on church, but not the grains of sand flown in air by wind. ‘Tyburn Trees’ are nothing new to power dealers, ‘Collesseum’ was
Civil war: Again you are visiting the childhood.A green pond. Smoke filled eyes ask, what was a home? A black city of white hills. You were climbing on dreams to reach a baby moon. And the night was very long,
Mosquito jazz! Begun, it has. Would you pass on please, the frightening disease. Apologies given as favors. Edible insects in delicious flavors. Counting sheep, they are black as coal. Counting crows, they are white as snow. Let’s make a fortune;
Our society, I believe, has its own twisted definition of Darwin’s “Survival of the fittest”, For it clearly reminds us time and again, about how it wants to be impressed – “He owns a two-storey apartment, he drives to office
Nations and nationalities, you are not chocolate, you are the sweetest Jam cooked from bitter labour! You are the original egg, the supreme cause of war and peace! You are the homeland of the rising sun and moon. You are
Love, it’s not the first time that our eyes have met, Yet you show me nothing more than your yoga stretch, Hello swell who knows just as well that this ain’t no competition, Still you leave me forever baffled by
The pain of being ignored With lights of peace burned out Leads irritation as shadows Claiming the darkness of anger beside Supports loneliness to creep in the hole Ignorance in the state of mind With chances of partition so deep
Something to believe is miles away Searching for reason,one reason,desperately, to give up; Hope I can pretend I am dreaming Tough whirling pain inside, want it to die; Days turned out cloudy and foggy Not a moment to live in..