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When I was a young man I chased them by the score. They were fast, young and lean. Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game. Procreation, I was playing with biology’s rules. I cared very little about much more.
Europe my realm and my prized possession, I instill in thee our novel ideals, for your feudal laws our conquest repeals. Our boisterous wind of emancipation liberates Spain from draconian inquisition. Of the proud Brit’s stupendous earning power, an Egyptian
Unto thee, I salute, In the eminence that you have procured. Accept my utmost greets. for thy being great, Unto thee,I Congratulates. Now, you may flaunt. Tell to your parents exultant. Make a clangor triumphant. let us exult. Unto thee,
Corsican born, and an Emperor mighty indeed. Who from obscurity came up to prominence, who from French shores the attacks of armies repelled, who had at his disposal, Europe’s resources, who to Saint Helena from French shores was expelled, of
Our central nervous system together with all its neuron cells make up our brains and spinal cords And with it all our emotions and feelings which signal when there is something wrong with us That is how a mother can
As soon as upon the east, the Sun appeared The darkness out of fear slowly disappeared The Sun immediately commenced the invasion To conquer the skies and complete the mission Annihilating the stars which were apart The sun added each
Thou art CLEOPATRA, the soul of Egypt, The river Nile maraudes to kiss thy’s feet, The shimmering heat of he Sahara glistens you, The great pyramids bow before you!! Thou art CLEOPATRA, Daughter of Isis, Goddess on Earth; The sands
I knew my heart had been set alight with passion, that memorable day I cast my very eyes on thee. Your slightest rebuff to my endless advances would pose a more formidable challenge to me than Europe’s invincible, combined vast
Those verities of secular graft consent to travel, to banish. Snow departs to light; to adorn with pristine bloom the trees rapt and oozing dramatic spoils for the provident birds, with yawning sloughs and water-snakes churning the dead in hotbeds,
Just now we’ve concluded the conquest of Constantinople. It took us fifty three seconds, the time between two cigarettes and two hallucinations. Then, we came back. The city inflates at night; Noisy lamps, stained by excrement of last summer’s beetles,
Night enters into the drift. I get through a fossil, quite beyond the light, a search begins for a tortured being in some ideal’s mire. The battle begins, of fears and doubts and upon the trampled sun-blind truths of past
Bessy now pulls the cart towards their home that day Her size makes pulling baby carts as mere child’s play She’s huge, a Labrador, obtained from Russian friend Trained by cop, we’ll call Tim – that isn’t his real name
Pure love Love must be mutual with the total and absolute pureness from two people And not pure selfishness by someone only interested in his/her wellbeing as a couple It has happened before that somebody tries taking me to bed
The unwed moon rowing like a swan on blue lake after making love to silence. Dignified shadows walk on black beach gathering white heels. Only lunatics will sing in shapeless lines. Who cares for a sequence? The milk of love
There once was a boy from this place, Where nature gleams with glorious grace. Though all seemed right And the sun always bright, He dreamed of someday travelling through space. In school, The only thing he ever did do was
The aesthetic beauty of twilight , Reminds of a lost soul, In the fleeting moment of bygone years, That vanished to oblivion, Surfacing in the sea of thoughts, To bring back the silent hopes, Wishfully strewn in path of life.
The very first step a child walks is by holding her hands the very first voice the child hears in the womb is hers nothing can match the comfort that the child gets from her chest she guards her child’s
When you entered into my barren life, My heart felt happy with your illumination. A chapter of new beginning was written, And new chapter was meant for rumination. Seeds of relationship we sowed yesterday, Now seem to be curious for
I have been wondering Ever since you left us, What were your thoughts That early morn? You were silent While you lay quietly on bed. For the past few months You had learned to Resign to your fate. Your wounds
Sumptuousness of the cafe, Sitting at the corner… Softly Decorated with glasses comforts of Air-Conditioner.. Silent faces unknown held down on phone-screen… Headphones and Ringtones like sounds of guillotine Inside the head-Rage and fire against the politics-bullshit of generation of
Tonight moon will write a poem on my hand about an almond love. I find a breeze. Nightmare: I was caught stealing words from your lips, a lark flies into death, paralyzed by peace! I will have the baby, I
There once was a pink pig named Horton Who decided it was time to go courtin’ He surveyed the pen, and picked a sweetie named Gwen Snorted Horton let the mating begin Horton bellied on up to his quarry Twixt
Once revered, Wealth and power, Lifestyles of glamour, Before time devoured, The pretty palisades, A vision of success, Once you moved up, You felt truly blessed. A dare and a whisper, The great moral leap, Every accomplishment cheaper, The world
The plan was thought out, Execution nearly flawless, In and out of the bank, Two men so lawless. Tellers shook, guns drew, Security was a fill in, The managers off too, A day when no one could lose. Twenty seconds
He operates a picayune business– A tea stall with very little eatables People expect in such stalls And look at him with surprise But he remains unmoved He has his own shabby style of living He carries on business in
Past days were awesome, Lost months were like blossom. Filled with love, joy, gain sometimes with tears, rains and some pain. Life like a bird knows how to fly, teaches not to give up , give it one more try.
Rows and rows of books wearing pressed monogrammed jackets aligned at attention upon the shelves edges stained lightly by time. To wring out one more droplet of thought from drying script These aging eyes thirst to caress sweet ebony lines
Everything good and bad lies in your eyes, Just as the stars shine in the night sky. Freedom comes at a cost, hope is free, Love is what you crave, happiness is the key. Beauty fades away, no matter how
Positivity, happiness, love, these Words you threw at me, expecting Me to grab on to them and connect. Expecting my instincts to take over, Expecting my soul to grasp onto them Instantly knowing, feeling, understanding Their nature, knowing how to
When shoulders are in dearth whereby to cry, And frozen tears would stab with loneliness, A smile I dare that unto heaven try, For wish, my prayer speaks with holiness; The dirge that grieving lips would sadly sing, On hollow
I have a box and that’s for a fact- from which an act is being lead. With scripts of wild puns that overlap, it banters back while remaining intact! Equipped with taunting realizations that retort- with hiss as they push
I am in love with the infinite space that you provide. The calm found after each second anxiety ceases to exist, revealing that all will be fine. An invisible duct of constant wonder. You never cease to amaze me. Your