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We are the visible manifestation of a much deeper design. Like the tip of an iceberg most of what we are is out of view. Science tells us that only four percent of what makes up the Universe is visible
when another (anointed as lady lucky) resident renter bequeathed her bed prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse slept on the floor like dogs dead tired from another day acclimatizing ourselves, especially when tummies got well fed and
Vane glorious and absolutistic, though I defiantly, cavalierly, and blithely attest Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy mine acidic breast houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic, barbaric, and bubonic cannibalistic demons within thy safely guarded Pandora chest atomic cesium clock timed to
In the silence of my mirror I watched her for three lights— While her lips became animated yawps Dancing along with her twirling hands– First one, then the other A surly communicative dance where impatience reigns a rain of words.
A 21st century apostle strove to ease our appalling quandary ameliorating the sensation sans being caught between the devil and the dark blue sea, This tethered to the oblate spheroid earthling doth strive toward savoir-faire re: As the fickle finger
Blood and bones become qualification watching and being watched. Eyes in introspection incubation waking the black dawn. Anguished blank stares, after dispossession collapse on the hills in confusion – umpteen times. Ontogeny repeats filial love after parental loss. Monofloral we
Please introduce me to a beautiful day That will be filled with love and gay. Let me listen to an eternal song That will stay lifelong. Tired I am. Exhausted I am Facing many trials Of evil deeds Of helpless
You and me Two different entities Each bound by our own creations Yet our love has made us one. Two souls became one Without any differentiation We carry our life Like the two banks of the same river Never meeting
The stars are shining bright, It’s a very beautiful sight , Some are bigger than the sun And some just want to run, The stars are very cool, Maybe some people think stars rule, The stars hang on nothing, yet
heartbeat time flows swiftly by- distilling within that certain pain inherent in understanding a depth of grief is felt upon a fellow voyager’s departure- somehow balanced by its magnetic partner- joy sorrow slips in and out as we move through-
Let me navigate the resentment in non-verbal manner, I go in myself, dislocating the whole experience of goodness for vulnerability I was stung a hundred times into playing a role not of mine deceiving the life, which was on the
When darkness comes to town Fond memories die Pathways crumble away The world becomes a shadow When darkness comes to town Your worst monsters rise Demons wreak havoc Souls tremble in fear When darkness comes to town Screams fade to
My friend the Wind- is a lady who changes- Personas with every dress! You can hear her voice- go up and down with- every lapel and pleat! Chagrined about her coif- she turns into a dust devil. Ginned again with
Arbor snow of russet, gold falls from the trees, denuded, cold A fairy wind whispers very low ‘The North Wind comes! He soon will blow! ‘ They shiver in silence, feeling raw No sunshine warmth for them to draw Branches
Fell in love – again Felt another’s love – again Idolized someone- again Blossomed long after the spring- again. There won’t be pain – again Will pleasure be sweeter savoured, rhythmic pounding pouring together with you in me dissolving- again.
Unimpressed by your lack of ambition I want to control, dictate your small mind Exploited, but fine with your position While our heads are foreign, our hearts combined Your mother, your dad grew up in this town Your father served
Mmm.. The rich noir sugary waterfall gently flows Caressing the soft luscious bays of cherry red lips Imagine a calm, crystal-clear river, waves that smoothly glow The glistening moonbeam dancing on the oar’s tips Listen, as they gingerly part the
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
Hey children ! How happy you are Playing on the beach In pure merriment Leaving aside all past regrets And worries of tomorrows to come Artfully you build these castles in sand With utmost skill and care Decorating them with
It is not every tear that glitters, Neither is every curse tied to positive tides, But it is only the positive tides that glitter. It is not every damnation that flees, It is not every succumbing dream that prevails, Neither,
Love, bless this quest I am about to start, I’ll sail the seas and leave lonely this wharf, And like in days, when errand knights depart, Please throw to me your lovely kiss-marked scarf; I’ll look in waves for semblance
Mom’s the word…A BIRTHDAY TRIBUTE She was the eighth child out of the ten born to the high-profile session judge couple; She spent her childhood amidst her siblings in a traditional orthodox environment with an aristocrat touch in her lifestyle.
Woman changed into stone as Ahilya, Woman submerged into waters as Sohni, Woman was buried in wall as Anarkali, And she sank into earth as Sita, Woman was burnt alive as St John! She has been sacrificing since ages Where
I urge you, pry the quiet crimson open under the dying embers of the blood orange sky. Ragged words expelled in a breathless arrhythmic pause, coating the ridges of our raw and urgent tongues. We must intertwine, lip upon lip,
A hollow space within my heart Says, Hello Daddy let’s restart. Let us walk back in time, I’ll hold your hand you hold mine. Only the happy places we’ll visit The sad roads we will resist. We’ll walk down the