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Oh my dear best friend, Don’t run away from me please, come back, I believe that, you are best in this crazy world, As none can compete with you, You are faster of the fastest, And the genius of geniuses,
Women live by heart Men live by their heads. Former is close to Nature The latter aims at assets. Women’s path is of love Men’s is of meditation, Former flows out of heart The latter from concentration. Women tend to
Through the wrought iron gate, Emblazoned with an ironic promise Of freedom earned through labour. A promise fulfilled only for the lucky few. Within, dull, threatening concrete towers Survey the inner pen, once filled With innocent men and women, Ready
You are the most fickle thing of the world, You show the most amazing movie of the world, You are the game-changer of the world, Everything revolves around you in this world. Oh Mind! You are the ceaseless, the most
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
The golden pot of Education Education, education, education This is the most powerful weapon one can use to conquer the world. In the modern world we are living in life without education is just like a veld without plantation .
When the sky seems so near, the clouds seems to sing the song of your heart, The stars dancing in cycles, cycling all round you, When the wind seems to be playing your favorite guitar tune and its Waves smoothly
Conjunction, a simultaneous junction. A mouth with only one function. Complete and utter destruction. Grown up in a black holed suction. No protection. A personal reconstruction through words and action. Put an end to all distractions. Fixation. Concentration. Hate that
When hope returns, will you be in alternative mind? Like a praying mantis brooding for a prey in a bowl of momentum while I have a sense of alienation collecting a cloud of Memories ripping open the gates of tears
Hatred as drizzle, Chisels at human souls. Contrives a crevice to separate them, Deceives and ensnares its surroundings. Fear and heartache are its weapons, Vindictiveness the float it parades on. Discouragement its cathartic instruction, Defeating the strongest of men. Wears
We seldom recognise good qualities of fellow human , when alive We determines his stature by his negative streaks We put down him at the slightest opportunity We see only the devilish quality and not the Divine quality in him
One was just a little shy the other just smiling wide hand in hand they go their way singing songs as they played Neither noticed all the glares they ran about without a care climbing ladders, and swinging on swings
My every utterance is a lie, forged in silence, it is I who steals and plunders gold and silver. My pact is with the darkness. Wounds and blows, I have dealt, yet no remorse have I felt for sons mangled
Of a sleepless night, a moment did rise, With tears in my eyes and darkness to hide; The memories of you buried somewhere, Wanting to escape and be free again; Closing my eyes and losing in time, You were there
Everything has a time, A time to be, A time to become, And today it was ours! To be, Two starry-eyed lovers. The subtle smell of the bodies, That still lingers around. The passion that embodies, The souls in sound.
DON’T WORRY ABOUT TOMORROW GOD IS ALREADY THERE have faith of the heart and believe in the power of prayer I know there are those out there that just love to make you feel unworthy but don’t you know God
If trees can talk Even a mindless rumble Everyone will gawk But they remain stiff and sombre Supposing they are under a spell Imprisoned in their present demeanour Standing erect and motionless Like the guards at Buckingham Palace When it
The sky is deep and murky green, The white sun sinking over the horizon, Extended by junk and litter. This is the oxymoronic haven. A carnival of despair Filled with torturous laughter Distorted, slow, hurdy-gurdy whistles, And tinkling, unsettling music-boxes.
Aboriginals inhabited their land They lived hand in hand No land property No hunger,’s no poverty Take what you need To sustain life with no greed Inhabitants of the continent Were simply slaughtered It was not an accident It was
Ready, set, go! When I am down and gloomy, When my head feels not-so-roomy, I set my internal clocks And fade out conception blocks. A small lantern can light up the night, And a different point of view can make
Someone asked me, what happiness is, can you define? I smiled and politely said, it differs from person to person, who am I to redefine? Being happy is a matter of choice, It is mere listening to one’s inner voice!
What shall I say to those with pride who too live at the edge with their backs against the fact! Just because you are hurt it doesn’t mean you will become violent! Just because you are shut it doesn’t mean
The old tree, tall against the sky – It’s still there, black, gnarled and lonely. The small laughing children I knew – Are somewhere, older, changed. You and me. facing tomorrow and memory. Where are we? As old April, an
Here are some things that make me smile My lip corners upturn when these come into mind Amazing as the rainbow stained glass tiles And also simple as a little bird’s first flight Try to think of a refreshing, blazing
Smile! And the whole world smiles with you. Your smile is an absolute expression of love. Your spirit creates your precious smile. A smile brightens your day. Absolutely! Proving that you are true. A lingering smile creates laughter; Smiling shows
A blacksmith exploded a missile at point-blank to lower the animal in a candid manner. So close that truth went brute. Nativity of a patriarch was challenged. The birds had migrated a long distance to find the water. The doors
Woman is that truly you, crying to be delivered? Your glow is evident, the sun clothes you. Who would believe that you are for real? Though John saw you, this so unexpected. What caused you to appear as a minority?
Was it really so necessary, For you both to get married; Was it so obligatory, For you to divorce and separate; Was it damn compulsory, For you to get me born; Was it really really required, For you to leave
The music em enacted from that shining round stick called the flute, far from a distant shore , mesmerised me to travel to the place in per suit What a paradise was it to get attracted towards the dusty eyes
Can you hear? Can you hear his footsteps? On the highway to light, From the alley of darkness? The sky is waving her hands, The ground is raising her sands, In the stormy wind of his entrance, As it’s one,
In a stare it can echo, Across the unwritten lines, The stir can make you, Find ways to forget time. In a stare it can shine, Sunlight too bright to see, Shielding your watery eyes, Ears blast still listening. The
The apparitions of a lost mind From the dark corners of my apoetic void mind I have come to realize as I look into their eyes That it’s my right to live life bright Like every night because every finish