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Standing at an inevitable crossroad, with a trail of confusing thoughts, heading on a journey of loneliness, storm clouds gathered around me. Perplexed at the turn of events, tired, helpless yet willing to fight, the hardest phase of life, I
Fuss and confusion; At the nearby café, a woman is hanged on her high velvet hat, concealing a left crossed-eye behind a piece of texture pretending transparency. A director with two extra-ordinary long sideburns points at an old man, who
I see it coming the end before the beginning. Of dawn. The midnight call. Impeachment was fragile. A satanic cult overwhelms the freedom of negation. Do yoy think we can move the tree of wisdom from the altar of ethics
Introduction: John Nash has suffered most of his life with severe paranoid schizophrenia and has gone on to be a celebrated American mathematician whose works in game theory, and differential geometry are appreciated around the world. The movie A Beautiful
It was simple, it was effortless All too transparent and ever so clear Life threw its bounties at him His hard road was strewn with maps to its wonders At every dead end he found a shovel At every crossroad
HUMANS OUT LOOK Happenings of the past brings in Nostalgics delight Some may be bitter some may be sweeter Some may be thriller some may be cooler One recounts any of these in a more relaxed way whether it was
Four curved iron legs,a foam seat and a back rest keep it complete . I accept it isn’t anything unique i only want to ponder on its peak – the strength that wills this errorless control- inaction surely sloped into
There is a fabric being woven, good and true A fabric that is added to, in every day, anew A tissue made of sacrifice, of hopefulness and love Each stitch a confirmation of a trust in things above Sometimes we
Night after night, watching your face shimmer with tears, night after night, watching your face burrow into my breast, I have wondered, my love, full of misery and mystery, I have wondered. This being, so incredibly sad, this being, so
Big words From you this morning broke me into pieces How thoughtless How inconsiderate Like a child, I hurt And the next instant She appears, a smiling face Now she’s dancing In delight and abandon Every move, a poem Every
I wanna move on, And leave everything behind… But I’m so lost in love, Just waiting for you to find… Me… I’m standing on the edge, Trying to break my fall… Because I’ve got nothing to lose, And you’ve got
Is it really, ‘just how it is’ in the world these days? Too fast, too bright; too hyped! With an insatiable me, me; me attitude! And there is always so much noise. People in cars, people in trains; people in
Each day brings a new turmoil unfazed i stand it pricks me like a needle and i keep standing tall don’t even acknowledge the sting am becoming numb another threshold another day am waiting for the moment when i finally
Grim, forbidding a streetfull of patients First we must distract them – that is the role Of the dance – our worn shoes and shopping carts Are ideal for the purpose, pure percussion Rolling rhythm we dance on a river
Beautiful face emits radiance one just love to look beautiful External beauty attracts one cant see blemish in it Tongue is the one which is hidden Tongue can enhance the external beauty Tongue can also act as spoil sport Tongue
The cloak of night is on me Comforting in its envelope. The gloom helps me mask, for a while, The pain I nurse within. Dark purple skies And faint silhouettes of clouds. Lightning heralds the distant thunder The macabre outline
gradients vivid, humbling I was collecting a bit of myself reading anatomy of animality spawning the hidden eggs flecks of echos scarring: reconnecting to starry night I could not hold my enraged otherself and the homely smell of gunshots orchestrated
As the night gets taller. … come let’s walk that extra mile. … oh, the sea, they tell, holds many a secret. …. a secret, they tell, die many a death under sea beds. Come, hasten, let’s leave the remains,
A strong feeling but fading thought An internal battle of something that was lost The sadness sweeps across my body and heart It’s hard to accept I’m a memory, in the distant part But once I claimed your heart It’s
In a school of murder a hub of terror survives. An acid attack on face captures the contradictions of first nervous countdown. Step aside my truth, my tears are under siege. The schizophrenic will draw a landscape of falling earth.
A preacher was shedding dirty tears for burning hills. Pinned up on tongue was a slogan. Death for all sunflowers. Draped in blood who was trespassing the sickle moon? I cannot raise the mist where you stand naked in sunlight.
You’re faker than Than Hollywood on my Tv screen The deceiving lies Told to make me believe Your insidious plan Thinking I’m so naive F***** up ideologies Never deserve any apologies Evil, maniacal strategies Wish I wasn’t existent in your
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
Though a trillion coloured droplets just refract to cause an arc And though atmospheric pressure can explain Aurora’s spark And the moon and sun’s alignment can account for sudden dark Still you wonder….. While a flock of birds’ formation is
Sweat flowed like river in the scorching Son The dried up tongue thirsting for water The dirty body begging for water to bathe Uncooked food waiting for water Cries of people for water rent the air People begged the rain
There is poetry in the, Heart of the ocean, A longing in the soul, To be enfolded in its waves, As they create a ripple, Of pulsating thrill in me. A calming tranquility, Fascinating wondrous hues, Magnetic is the attraction,
The lines of time stretched pulled torn ripped apart. As the time passes, it is as the distance, grand yet minuscule, an odd yet frightful reminder. And as it grows, the pain loses precision, the sharpness fading, like morning fog.
The river is frozen It can’t decide whether To go private or public For its matriculation Or even which subject It should pursue. Irony demands cartography, Hydrology, but given Its use it has thought, With the quickened springtime Flow of
Tonight I will not sleep I will call you in my eyes. My hands were trembling when I opened the book. Words you uttered long back tumbled out ashen-faced. I started burning inside. Where did we take a wrong turn?
We escaped to the north shore of the California coast. Drove through the gates and said hello to the host. Slept by the sea and reclined in it’s embrace. Overwhelming enchanting breezes in our secret place. Viewed the ocean’s expanse
I remember the laughter and all of the smiles, The journey that seemed like a million miles, The happy times when I had such fun, But really….who did I become. I often wondered what life’s about, When it felt my
Faith was not taking him near the truth. Staring at reason his inner self became a burden on the whispering road. They were going to exhume the body of the martyr for finding the ethos of hope invoking the afternoon