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A brown cloud descends on charcoal sketch. Moonstruck, a blast begins. Marigold, beware: sun is going to hide behind the stings. The fang penetrates deep, in the breast of sleeping pride. A golden god melts in the arms of mercy.
I don’t remember What it was in that moment, That it all began. As if all that started Was on a sabbatical! And now that I know ‘now’, denouement is denied. Lurching and limping, from love to half-love. Scrounging for
A cold deserted alleyway, dark as a desolate grave, away off in the distance dogs howling their dismay. A winter wind is gathering, blowing old papers away, with tired forgotten faces and news of yesterday. Discarded cans and bottles clatter
Part 1 – Us A connection, telepathy sometimes. Cup of tea, cup of coffee. Helping hand, kind assurance. Pat on the back, kiss on the lips. You and me and complete loss of words. There’s something between us. A touch
I’ve lived in your heart for three years. My payments were always before time. If I made too much noise I assure you I didn’t know. My foot steps are often loud, the neighbor beside me keeps his music up.
My heart ached as his stopped. As if he didn’t know, His loss would cause me sorrow. Like rain melting drops of snow, He slipped from me. I will never forget his laughter, Precious memory that remained But gone is
Return with good reason Oh fair weather season For the ships are sailing away Into the light of the new day Return fair sweet maiden Though your heart’s heavily laden For on this uncertain day Please hear me when I
Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated. Remember me and smile, for it’s better to forget than remember me and cry. If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could
I ventured to find within myself for years long, I looked deep into the abyss of my darkened heart In search of “The Soul”, The biggest puzzle of my life! I struggled to know the one who’s there Hidden under
Here we go everyone,clapping singing Merrily around the bonfire Festivity bells in the ringing Enjoying winter to the fullest Praises we are all For the carnival of harvest call Rich poor celebrate with their fellow Leave all gates adoor and
Happy happy happy happy new year Welcome to the New year Goodbye to the present year The first Cheers of the new year is dedicated to you my dear The faces looks unfamiliar who is who none do know what
Day comes and night follows Night goes and day comes Hours turn into days, days into months Every day that goes by Increases our age by days, months and years. From babies, we grow into young kids Then teens, followed
Our love is not the stuff of legends, of poisons, of letters written with blood. ours is the gentle, everyday love. of fingers run through hair. of legs thrown upon legs. of little things. of wearing each other’s clothes. of
I know I bring you satisfaction. Mad but you’re masking. Packed? I’m unpacking. You want to leave. Best believe it won’t happen. Hold on Ma. Let’s breathe and work backwards. What is the battle worth? Your tears coming after words.
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
Desire says -Want to be a free spirit, live life like a snippet, sing a carefree lyric, be an inspirational lithic. Desire says-Want to fly high, in the seamless sky, be happy to soar far away, cross miles with no
I seek the knowledge of nature, With all its bounty and glory Of the twinkling stars, of the burning lava, Of the flying birds, of the crawling insects, Of the animal hunger, of human minds. I seek knowledge of the
revive thee the son of tome where casteth thee thy rays where goest thee and thy solid shadows this morning this early seteth thou sun or where is the mama’s only son that one strong once bold young man adored
Casting aspirations on caste is like digging one’s own grave For we know not why we have come but we know for sure where we are destined to Go When the coffin doesn’t differentiate who you are Why do you
Multiverse. Music of infinity. Resonates, each resonates its own music, sound. Each verse vibrates its own unique tone, music. Music that wells up from within. Each vibrates uniqueness. Uniqueness due to all thats occurred within. Everything leaves a resonance in
It was a big trauma. Granary went overboard, my boat was torpedoed. No romance was left now. At the burial of the moon aliens were arriving. You do not want to call it a genocide. The massacre of millions, of
And how shall we trace the trajectory of a lungless scream coming out of a slit throat? Time was overrun by gnostic resentment in absolute mind. The fury of a gathering food riot: do you hear the memorial rising, rising
In life, love, imagination, and belief, In soul, heart, mind, and death, My whole, solemn, and spiritual relief Is the song worshipped by my every breath. The melody played by the passion of my heart Can be heard from miles
Hey Rain ! A blessing though we call you Do you bring the same cheer every time ? Why behave so insanely sometimes Like an enemy swearing vengeance ? True , you arrive with soothing relief When the earth is
The girl at the river with folding mountains and shaggy trees Watched two white swans swaying with the moody breeze She watched as they danced and ruffled their feathers In a way they were separate but always together She sat
Hi there,I’m your “Little Bit”of a muffin king.To keep my”Little Bit”of a fur coat clean, I tie a “Little Bit”of an apron around my waist. For my grandma I’m creating a surprise!Grandma loves bran muffins. Bran muffins are grandma’s favorite.”King
Once, not so long ago, There were many many beautiful flowers, And the exotic winged butterflies, Fluttered around them , Almost in a state of trance. On one such occasion, A brightly winged butterfly, Saw a wilting flower, And chose
In your eyes, I watched fireflies dancing… I listen to a song within my heart, shredded, broken whispers… at dusk listening to the music of falling leaves laid bare my heartaches… tonight, it rains with thunder, being alone is quite
Him: Goodbye, my dove Until tomorrow. I promise to make It a very special. Her: Standing at the window Soft breeze caressing my soft curls I see deep into the dark sky Finding some clues in those stars. What’s that
Shedding the wholeness of negation you arrive: fear was sweeping the floor when smoke screen of love was hung on blue morning, you groped for a hidden coin, lost in the woods of mania. Distinguishing a chaste word, without thought,