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We should have played truth or dare instead we played confess. This was down in the mildew basement mother-in-law apartment an unrented rental in a suburb notorious for its decline of population. Confess someone would say and point. It would
How can I tell the tale of my little heart? Stuck snugly on the tip of my tongue, since long. Strengthen me; further delay may hurt her heart. Give me clues to confess, without prolonging. Even though we are so
A tavern Simple-complex, happy-low, A water hole full of regulars Heartbroken, shy or smitten Wealthy or wily smugglers. A rustic smoking a cigar, Passing colloquial remarks, A skillful pianist playing, A journey an artist embarks. A wanderer at heart, I
(Recollections: Circa, 1999) Every time when I’d thought of ye My heart wondered – who are ye May be, ye: That first rain drop falling on a parched land That flower which blossoms in a barren soil That first vision
Hello there! I see you’re sad, What?! Why are you making a big deal out of irrelevancy?! Yeah, You been called ugly, so what?! I’ve lost count the number of times I have been called ugly. Don’t let it getting
At this very hour of my life I am sitting alone with a heavy headache I have neither anger nor hatred for you; But I simply pity you And I feel sinful myself; You made me venture into this impossibility
Interpreter, simply the translator machine in between two The only language air carry Those words flow from one Blow to another But sometimes The words waving in between vanishes its meaning Trust changes into rust Friends convert into fiend Life
as the dawn breaks through the skies and through the clouds, somewhere a flower wakes up, somewhere a bird calls and calls, in some house, a mother sings, raising the children and gods, the boys and girls stand everywhere, brushing,
Happy to be alive I could not be happier to live in these great times And surviving another year to live this life with awesome friends like you guys Blessed to be the uncle of such beautiful kids who are
The kids wanted a piñata, so we got them one; but I must stress that it had no religious significance. It did not have seven points representing the seven deadly sins, and it was not an allegory of man’s temptation
flirting with fire blowin it up in the most earnest desire her perfume was led to basement blues remove those shoes bask in the news then you will se a falsified game of reality in society we got hidden games
lime light beams pressing in all around the stage angie’s face was beaming to the whole crowd listen my dear brothers and sisters i have a message for all of you tonight coming from the Golden Light with stardust beams
Walking along this isolated path again, Treading heavily on those pavements once more; The Eternal Stream has had it slain. The rocks and pebbles have withered away along this shore. In ruins,are those hamlets far away. Desolated are those fields
Post-human in this unlimited universe Are the dreams of scientists Mutation and cloning won’t be perfect They will cause many side-effects Destroy this wonderful world with undead With many new failed human beings created Imagine if people will never die
On my path to age gracefully, I realize, I’m captive to impulses, My greed triggers expectations, My ambitions drag me by head, I sense my pursuit for perfection sweeping off my honest efforts.. I fumble as an open book in
Must bow before Omnicient There had been no dearth of grace in Must start schemes of things with His name synonym of kindness The Creator of all substance The Essence of Charm around Latent but exposed Beautiful to the best
Soil and soul be united Human kind alive after the huge creatures Gifted heart and mind, to run the globe Sense be the trigger, curiosity be the ammo. The unknown become the well-known Seed become foods, speech become theories Scratch
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
To the twinkling star, so far away. I cannot reach as I pray! For safety in your present state, Amongst a land of hate! Tears glaze my eyes,I reminisce our growing up. Denial fills my mind, I refuse to believe.
Born out of hate condemned to fear each other, the race lives, the race dies. The loser finds a quotient to dig a mass grave for innocent paeans. My stains were bigger than you. In no man’s land, a corpse
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?
He was in turmoil after series of failures he encountered in all walks of life at mid way of his life Chance meeting her and exchanging glances each other ensured that they were caught trapped in the formidable and durable
The trees grown before her house in morning forms Behind which clear sun with mild effulgence As if wishing my dear beloved HAPPY BIRTHDAY. The plants from which the same flowering trees encircling odours Had taken first roots on unknown