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There is not a space left to withdraw, For the eyes to draw respite From seemingly cornering stares That seem to hold me tight Not more intrusive than a sweeping fly That rests to tinker the open savoury A thought
How quickly this dark hour has descended. I find myself cornered in this room with death. Visitors come and go in somber procession. I see them as if from a great distance. When finally alone with you…. probably for the
I hid my face securely between the soothing palms of Mother Earth, And passed by, the world without caring, taunting and laughing, Some do stop just to ask, “Hi joker, feeling pity for your maker?”, But I stay as dead
A sleight of the hand, a melodramatic move; Fate plays its final hand, A royal flush established, a victorious counter-move. Or was it simply you, in tandem with candor? Your misdemeanor forgotten, Simply an existential demeanor? How do you plead,
He halted.. Snuffing the air, he turned tail and galloped off. Still, Without much delay, We gallantly dragged our efforts; shooting at the poor beast in hot pursuit I was unwilling in this sport. In my heart of hearts I
The Seafarer I’ll tell you tales of times long past Of my long days before the mast With white clouds that flee by fast Sails billowing as huge winds blast Scrubbing the decks with pumice stone Thinking of my wife
My name is Richa… Does it really matter?! It could’ve been Mala …Seema…Sita..Nirbhaya or even Chabili.. In the end I would’ve been married to a much older man.. or abandoned after impregnating in a forest.. I wash utensils …clean floors..
(Mirror) Dear one why do you come for my help Even when you stand so tall (Person) Mirror mirror on the wall My boldness is a haux See what’s beneath Tears splashed on my soul (Mirror) If thou art strong
‘She smiles sweetly, like morning light As gentle winds and radiant sun Cast fragrance on this day of bright Her cheerful eyes so full of fun Like drifting leaf on starry night A pleasing sight to everyone Her graceful charm
Burnt-out myths in the old city are stitching the lips of people. Pink walls smell like blood. Priest is dumb, hoisting the headless deity on throne. Marigolds are soaked in flowing tears. Innocent wheels riding against blast, stand still to
When the storm strikes, when the cold bites, when thirst is unquenched, when survival is at stake. deep in the world of loneliness, far away from love & happiness The mind a wild nomad, wandering here, there & everywhere. No
Listen, listen to my beating heart It has learnt the expression art Hear, hear my bold manly voice It has learnt the speech to rejoice Look, look at my confident eyes They have learnt adjustment to rise Yes I have
The fire that they fueled for years not Only created a monster but a Nightmare so dark that even Freddy Krueger Shed tears of fear, you see the creature Was not fierce because of his proclaimed image But merely from
I was a non-believer in exodus of nothingness. Here you are, I am. In crimson sky talking of nobody, unbuttoning the moon. Fill up my glass with tears of joy. And sleep I must in the arms of sorrow. There
How sweet thy name I speak it and your voice calls I hear wonderful whispers from your lips Followed by the smile bestowed upon your face How beautiful is thee… When you cry, a tear strikes my eye When you
I was five, a little girl, could hardly reach there; where the memories hid themselves, Eyes whispered something to my mind, what is so special about the shelf? A dusty red book, a thread of black to bind its old
I was not indifferent to graffiti but oracle was telling a different story of embellished arms race about the mathematics of terror. Less comprehensible I presume. But who was transparent and simple today. A wisp was rising among the hills.
Those were the delights.. I fail still to hide The mere thoughts of liberty… I seldom mind Those were the agony… Once breathed within the skin That blissful hell… Where I might have been Those were the delights… Still engraved
You were so sweet and gentle; so warm and so caring You were drenched with heavenly drops of honey. Even when our lives were sad and cloudy, you filled it with hope and sunshine You had many reasons to be
I expected to be dizzy peering over an abyss of rocks and trees into the twenty mile vista. Instead I was as still as the surrounding trees rooted with wonder to this high place in the clean prairie air, standing
Right in the lap of dark blue hills With backdrop of snow capped peaks Blooms this fascinating garden Reflecting vibrance of Nature The mystique of flowery abundance Wraps the landscape in a charm With colors alluring and bright And sweet
Today, go undivine with me and remain untouched, in dwindling love of faith. A forerunner of nothingness in a theological mess, breaking the mirrors in a slaughter house, finding a god. Collecting ruins of sounds, veils, traversing the fecundity of
Well and the Anthony I knew was a scared and lost little boy confused about life and sought sanctuary by drinking himself out of reality…well I thought I could save him but he only ended up using me so I
Razor wire surrounds the prison, I say,’razor wire, why do you seem so cold and hard? Razor wire exclaims, i wasn’t the one who made me this way.” “why?’ i say, razor wire responds, ” Mortals like you turn beautiful
Obsequious, and gorged on words, he straightens faded dust jackets: Barthes, de Beauvoir, Brautigan. Thin skeins of nicotine dissipate over ancient oak, whispers echo amongst carved shelves. Thoughts weave their tangled web through the melancholic mess of his marching mind.