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The Cyclonic storm creates havoc on land The turmoils in life wreck havoc in mind The cyclonic storm floods the land with waters The turmoils in life disturbs the mind with tears The cyclonic storm uproots trees and objects The
I asked “what about the idea of togetherness”. Beloved replied “its vision’ I asked “what is progress of beauty”. Reply was “bashfulness” I urged “unveil thy face and expose thee to me” Refused beloved saying “Do not insist upon”. “Do
Trampling the borders, he started losing his vibrations. He was asking for the perpetual forgiveness for his bandaged ego. The new incarnation. For the broken homes he refused to admit his side of guilt and jumped into the frozen lake
This poem hates you. This poem thinks you’re dirt. What does it look like down there? What does the ground taste like? This poem is tough. This poem is hard. This poem is hate. How does that make you feel?
There are indigenous children in every basket surly shopping at 10:00 PM as if single parents have taken refuge from the pounding rain among the long aisles of cheap goods, undifferentiated blue-white light. They want to go home there’s not
Since when, Haven’t you smiled, I wish I had known. Since when, Have you been drinking away, Swallowing your fears, Treasuring your tears.. I wish I had known. I stand in front of you, And I cannot stop the endless
Love is lifting of spirits and opening of hearts All else is just possessiveness and control All else is just wants and needs All else is just a sense of loss of control All else is just unhappiness and hell
Burning bones blood settles upon the ashes Don’t you cry girl it’s life that passes Bullets shot in defense of masses One day child they’ll take their chances There’s a new voice that whispers power for fascists England is a
With a sinking heart he compiled All the memories that are scattered behind He resigned from his past and assign himself for the mankind Jogging on the road of prosperity and snoop in the ways of wind It was just
If only I had a döppelgänger, I’d peacefully live my life of languor, Entirely at my own sedated pace, For me he’d run with rats of human race. Then, entirely at my own leisure, I could entertain my simple pleasures
If I possessed the howling wind and the haunted rain that falls from the lonely gypsy skies, I forsake them all to lose myself in the vacuum of your pale blue eyes. Your pale blue eyes where the western wind
The wrenching and tugging in my chest The anger rips at my core Surrounded by annoyance and noise Agitation drips from every pore The slightest thing I bend I snap My demon side revealed As the anger courses through my
Scores of my write ups came on the way Brickbats and flowers thrown all along the way Riding high with the thoughts nobody comes my way Nothing new is being written by me by the way Wonder whether have I
In those moments you succumb to the windless state, before mills dormant arms When you shed colored skies and scented breeze, letters detach from their horizontal stance. This familiar place of utter embraced distance, this far edge of nameless field.
She was four and I was six. We held hands and ate pixie stix. The big head little girl whom followed me around the corner. Soon we became friends. We held hands with skin like bricks. I cleansed her hands
My burned beauty will tell my story My altitudinous towers of pain owe the glory call it my fate or the natures philosophy Nothing, no one senses FOR ME but SORRY While staring at my face, searching for my eyes With
A dowry for a princess was a city called BOMBAY with green fields, open spaces lakes and seas, tramcars that were a child’s delight horse-carts drawn by liveried men the streets were clean, wide and green with cobbled footpaths dotting
While drinking the long night you became taller than the eternal question, bitten by the moon. Witchhunting will not stop in oligarchy. A human right stands on the ivory gate to enter the dust. The weightlessness is paraded nude amongst
Stop! O, Way-seeking Farer! Here lies interred In total idleness life conferred By space and time; dreams by God deferred! God’s holy fool I am, I knew not how to pave Joys of dreams I crave but gave All of
DARREN ROMEO is not your typical magician there is magic in his voice, there is music in his magic kinda like Las Vegas meets Broadway and everywhere he goes he steals the show probably ‘cuz of his magnanimous spirit and
Space has all the silent approval, truth will not multiply. Another funeral takes place in the barren field of lies. Fire burns the life’s hopes, while town mourns the death. Sunshine bakes the eyes but truth will not multiply. Desireless
one night in the end of October drifting through the woods there rose up a demonic creature that would haunt the neighborhood one such occasion it bit this little girl in the neck blood soaked her dress & she was
I heard the shepherdess sing The song of dawn upon the hill Merry go the twinkling stars In shelter of their dream The sunbeams come Dancing upon the lake When the yellow traveler Makes his sway Flowers open up their
In my trials and tribulations Be they however great I’ll forever own the splendor In the sanctity of faith You, my precious God Are my hope, guide and way Throughout this realm of ruin Where I patiently remain You amplify
sea grew wild, rain couldn’t cease rain fell drops, from tears of souls… the sailboat floats, on angry seas. wind blew hard; their distant howls like predators out, like ancient owls. Tide close in; a thunderous shout makes sun retreat,
After the silence of the pith-black night, I found that last drop of my eyes painted on my uniform, may be it’s time to bid adieu, may be it’s time to say.. In the chaos of multiple serendipities in your
Remember to forget, Forget the pains from your past, They say, as they always do, And if may you dare To lay your soul bare, You would want to say, You’re who you’re, as longs as Your pain lasts. You’re
When I enter into the Class Can hear the noise of screwing and grinding Some of them sing and write Few bite and threaten Last benchers fearlessly chewing the bubblegum of life Girls beholding the elegant fingers Blackboard turns into
Ail, What we did to earth? Before The births, we took the lives, Ceasing the smiles, we ruined the hopes. deny the past, lets demand peace. Erase the scars of our wicked strokes. Find the light hidden inside. Gold dust
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.