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In the service of flesh new vision was perfecting a cult; silence was going home. It was not there freedom of defense for bread, but I must pay the price of hunger. The oblique afterthought compelled by nocturnal infidelity picks
All I wanted was to arrive from the absence of me, through the sluice of scars; life was never the same again. Some inner birth took place; awakening of sorrow for the attempts to take on adversary. Pure disquiet, I
Pseudoscrubbing was going on the scripted drama, words apart. The tears were denied to him and the moon slowly made peace on the white marble of a cult, and the river had scored a victory. He was very upset by
Crush of holy hands on blue skin of a flame was the wet revenge of a withering rose. That defiant streak bursts with knowledge of a sin. White and black, this was me and my unwrapped flesh. Dirty glory of
Some depth, my thoughts never touched, the moonlight fades on my window. The vague gratification, falls silently on my mind. Pausing on relativity, I open the door to eternity. Vast loneliness of qualms, like the cult of dancing doubts where
Violence !Bloodshed ! Massacre ! Hatred and callousness having its nasty play across the globe, inflicting myriad miseries on innocent people here and there, every now and then . And all these insane acts in the name of God !
I’ll give ya till three ta renounce your frightful winning spree to bow out gracefully re: signing your fate to trumpeting ya tail feathers prithee what constitutes your bush whacking foreign policies tomb me equals diddle lee squat and foreign
Looting after the earthquake: I have wrecked myself on my own terms. Bringing down the edifice of human cult, the man has come in the spin of richtor scale. Why does a crisis tears up the mask and animal comes
George Washington and Abraham Lincoln commanders in chief epitomized supreme martial mien and vocalized special flair talents summoned from their native heart-land motif in Modus Operandi of bootstraps dare acquired evanescent mythic reverence extant within bibliographic brief and closest role
It was a dirty war of moat flaying the legs in emotional outburst. No stings. Only mandibles will do the job of chewing on your dark fingers. Flat, the taste of milk: a synthetic formula to eat your entrails. The
Wrigglers dripped again from hidden heights. The red river changed its course furiously. The wave climbers abseiled from a lethal boat to wipe out the beach memory. Timeline sneaked to put the blood signature of a cult on the glass
A cult of sound without lips was growing. The veil had staked its claim. Staying myself I thought I will become you; there would be a lured kill! Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled the sea. Serpent of moon quakes
Silently you went to disappear in blue – alone or unalone – I was watching a moth on the burning lamp in night way scrawled flat as death’s signature on the heap of broken wings, between space and time an
Somewhere the truth lies still and frozen why can’t we measure ourselves? Measure the unseen depth? Not for gain, not for bliss. For inner tranquility, moving into the time where living and dead meet. The silhouette of circling hawk was
It happens so often, that i forget the coffin. Forget the existence of the end, when I’ll lay engraved beneath the land. Forget that one day i’ll be all alone, all that I’ve known, will be unknown At some moments
All it takes is one mistake. Don’t make them last mistakes from the past. Beauty and the beast they met at the feast. Beauty played its part by residing in the heart. Appearances are kept by those who are adept.
When did we become this? When did it change? When did “I love you” Start feeling so strange? When did “I’m sorry” Just turn into words? When did the feelings Just turn into hurt? How did this happen? I ask
Look how the sun rises and sets, Earth becomes heaven where man lives; It is man who gets and forgets; Only Allah gives and forgives. Roses bloom and nightingales sing, Rivers run, their waves fall and rise; Allah gets pleasure
Peering through the Winter glass, Blinking in utter disbelief, Realisation of what the focus sees, Pointed, high heeled leather Female shiny adornments!! Agony ripping through the soul, Pain is indescribable….. Aching heart of crumbling dreams, Anger, fury, covering the screaming
Amber your name burns like the embers in a fire, you’re more beautiful than a ruby an saphire, the shimmer shine that you reflect is more valuable than you expect, A precise jewel like you is hard to find, while
He faded away into the crowds like a stranger you only feel Never know. She sat scarred Perhaps for life. What he took with him was irreplaceable. What she was left with was Mere wrinkles, Weak knees And no soul.
The destination of life is same for all, Just the path gets contrasting as we crawl, A few reach the destination with comfort, And most reach it with a lot of tiring effort, In the end heads are high for
A dented version of an old grudge, blackened lips with an elite song, your relentless search ends in a terminal shock, nursing a green wound. That anguish was still there, and the wild anger sprawled on hidden fractures, false teeth,
Velvet wilted rose petals Fallen rain pelts against a window pane Music soothes the soul I am whole Alone twice amongst a desolate world Cold starving hunger Lingering amidst a velvet heart Raisin wine symphony Fill my being Making love
Tryst with enemy bakes the earth. I am standing firm on dust of times with rising threat. In vloaks, under the fading moon they had come, plundered my yard of truth and blackened the face of an ancient statue of
I saw you struggle today Coffee and bag, trying to open the door I slowed my pace Not wanting to communicate Choosing not to help What if I had Would you have made it to your interview Without a coffee
Long since the time has gone.. and the world has lost its meaning.. I wander in the noisy crowd surrounded by the silence.. With the mind that follows the brainless acts and the heart that’s low on blood.. I feel
Sinuous roots stretch scrawny limbs, Seeking security in a forbidding terrain. Tentative fingers probing for purchase, Momentarily anchor, creep and grasp again. Mindless ambition, an instinctive will, Drives a path to solar sustenance. Revitalising rays multiply cells, Promoting uninvited regeneration.