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(A collaboration with Gene) In dark melancholy’s mire a heart’s forlorn canoe paddles through the dense grief floating on the surface clutching like vines, sticks like Val Des ooze, pulling me under. Listening to the ghostly music coming from the
To the spiritually motivated And the highly educated Da Vinci code breakers CSI couch potatoes Murder she wrote Chance takers These rhymes between these lines May be not sophisticated An abuse of poetic freedom This pensome content speculated An artistic
Sometimes she whispers in my ear, a tapestry of pain and fear whose warp and weft weave haunted days and nightmare dreams through woeful sobs and blooded screams; till phantoms from a private hell enshroud me in a chilling spell.
When you wanted to give him the best of all this world could ever give, He crumbled all your trust and promises, With your eyes facing down to earth, You decided to live. From the day he left you, With
Tears rain, Rain waters plants. This cultivates nothing, but plows onward. Onward. Drought for years, the feeling is still there too deserted for rain, sand between the fingers. I. too dry for rain, the land furrows its brow the trees
Draw close together despite all that’s wrong Draw close together sing Jesus a song Draw close together be united in love Connected together by our Father above When we draw close together the enemy flees That is how father planned
I will encounter all barriers I will cross all the horizons I don’t require any carriers For taking fire from the sun Love is that force which enforces All the time it reinforces When your lips just endorse Then opens
People around me have the same faces No discrimination This is the right thing- yes, But who is really who? How can we know you without knowing you- The smile behind the pain The pain behind the mind You are
The whiteness in a black-spotted dove flies away from my head, each time war wakes up; A voice falls down from a window staring into emptiness, which is jammed with fragileness and trivialities, and crashes on the cracked street. Rust
God, you used to be my friend, my best friend, my companion. In You, I found strength to face every storm, every stone without hesitation. God, you have been my guide, my guiding light to my dark passion. In You,
Of all the songs I never wrote only the trash remains. Memories of a yellow room the morning after, A foggy winter Delhi high a disarray of rooftops and some garbled music; An orange coffee cup, A piece of sky
After so much struggle Throughout the year , After achieving success That you had feared, It’s time to cherish. To be thankful for the good Experiences you had, To be grateful for the worst experiences from which you learned ,
inviolable— the space within myself the space of my flesh that grows into the time of my life expanding it farther out into the orbits going in either round or elliptical circles all of purely imaginative consistency round other individual
What is God? What is a god? It’s all relative. It is all semantics really. To those who wandered this globe fifty thousand years ago we’d be gods. Would those who live fifty thousand years from now be looked on
Deep down thighs, unhoisted, what was there, harvesting the sperms? At dusk an inflorescence breaks into myriads of fireworks, wrecked apologia, interned unlikeness, insanity, kissing the goldenrod to start the flow of bare grief. I deserve no nobility, my moonscape
My beloved, The first time our eye’s met With our lives under the moon’s control And your curious lips went upon mine, My eye’s glimmered My beloved, The precious moments we composed together, The instants in which we felt
If only he knew that day’s outcome; That his migraine so intense, would make him ignore the alarm’s sound; That he’d be heavily traffic-bound on his way to work; That he’ll get in the boardroom and see seated, his expectant
I’m not quite sure of where I should start, but you must know you are on my mind, Even though a few years have now gone by, wonderful memories still burn bright. Peaceful long walks along your beach or, an
Cohabiting: my poems make me sad. You reflect the times my body leaves the wound marks on sand. Again I had gone to my tattered home to sleep under the moon. There was only a small window. I would look
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.
Something was not polite in signs. The smell of incarcerated bed of gods was floating down. A subdued shadow of black moon was climbing on the window. And each house had offered a son, to rage a war of retribution.
When every star is blanketed including heaven’s gate, who will paint the colours of sunrise on the lake. When hearing is of thunder with splitting huricanes, whe can sing of love of life. When speeches all run out of words
Perplexed sagacity asked The desirous heads Why foreheads seek to bow before what and created places to do so concept tired to form any image As it cannot Boundless can never be confined to boundaries Limited resources of mind are
A soldier has scars, wounds we can’t see A mind of unrest, a soul yearning to be free What their eyes have witnessed, one’s heart can’t comprehend The sacrifices they have made, we can’t possibly understand They are sons and
It’s close to midnight, My thoughts are taking flight, Averse to my sleepy plight, Restful sleep would be a delight. My brain decides to spark, to ignite, Thoughts cluster like a series of kites, Now I imagine pigeons in tights,
Dragging the floor, Like a mangled doll. Facing a decrepit wall, Rip it off like paper. The blackness of void, Like a pool of ice water. Out a silver hand outstretches, Rippling the wall. You’re pulled inside, soaked by the
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
You are a lovely girl, Someone as beautiful as a pearl. Hidden behind that timid, shy and reserved attitude, Is someone so opposite to her solitude. You wait for that one chance, Where you can take your life’s better glance.