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A helpless, harsh cry Erupts the neighbourhood Then comes the sound of rumbling As if there is a storm breaking down Our thin walls I listen intently and feel my heart Pound in fear I look around the tiny room
It is autumn grapes are bleeding. The orange color seeps into your eyes. Will you shut the green lids? You, start reading backward. Atavistic instinct to dig up the severed hands? Your house, died in the flower bed. Seeds were
An average of 2,830 cubic meters per second of rich silt forms an alluvial plain that spreads outward in a fan shape from sedimentary deposit whereby ancient Egyptian civilizations got built adorning arid topography invaluable like the aorta pumping blood
I wonder what you think Of the human race From your celestial pedestal Above time and space? In our lil’ world that revolves, How long have you been involved? When you peer out through fiery eyes, What do you see?
I stare at the bride demure and dainty in her virginal veil. Lift my eyes a little to see her shed her modesty. Lusciously coquettish , an exotic eroticism as she sways to the rhythm of a wild vernal beat.
thieved by dust of years, still living dead between those tacit yellow words engraved in marble– yet, yen for you tastes opiate honeyed in flowery strings of elegy myrrh scent hanging from a lifeless tree. Come back for me love,
She drags her tired heels across the tainted floor Her poise held taut though her back is sore She holds on her face a cold marble stare A hard life engraved upon cheeks once so fair Her movements; once grace
The wind blows along the lake’s surface As I begin my descent, in search of a spot…. ..Let’s start from the beginning we’ll get back to that spot A Queen with Goddess and angel like ways Her voice soothes the
whispers… through the dark deranged portals you evoke fear filled with angelic fervor on it’s textual base yet we dig much deep then ever before cries in the dark will light the spark of what we need to know still
Winter has the taste of melancholy; my window puts on a cloak of glass, wraps its face with a shawl of lead and drops cold tears, each time universe shrinks. (2) Migrant birds have a travelling homeland in sky and
Through the arthritic wrought iron gate that squeaks from a pull or a push, up the weedy cobbled path past the grope of a sentinel bush. In one hand the past In a bulbous ballooning black bag with keys to
Nostalgia and memories dreams and reveries The undying hopes overflowing joy from the eyes Silent hug or a kiss of a child a stroll in the wild Tying tiny bud to a daughter’s braid soothing your son that scars and
Sound Many sounds Living sounds A world is built with sounds Who is speaking? There are emotions Is madness an emotion? The question A common noise Out of the endless loop of noise a sound emerges Can you hear it?
There is a chilbil tree near our grandmother’s house, Full of weaver bird’s nest in monsoon season, God has created everything for a reason. The grassy strands are woven into cosy, Intricate nests for their spouse. The male baya painstakingly
Full of ooh! Full of pain. There’s much from life, we can gain. But pouring water to the drought There’s everyone, even a team gets out, Falling short of the crease to breathe into the jive-life-breeze. There’s weak, there’s sick,
out near the dew on the ground frozen cud deep darkened worms with maggot infested insides the forest was hidden from the actual view from the stream one step we took until we reached the entrance to this vast domain
Your house is a historical landmark That’s been passed down from Generation to generation but little Did you know this gift you were About to inherit would cause Great chaos and devastation.. Your ancestors are getting Restless now longing for
28th of December is the most important day of your life, You’re getting married and you’ve finally found half of your life. You will wear white long gown and everyone will stare at you, Tears of joy will fall as
Our lives are so filled with negatives that we often forget about the positives We have convinced ourselves that bad news sells, and good news is a side story at best As parents, we love our children dearly, but we
Black colour amidst other colours is like a lunar Eclipse while the white Colour amongst others is like a milky moon Moving vehicle is symbol of growth while stationary one is symbol of decay Life is a dream , Truth
Rose blossoms in filth Love for lust begins in bliss Thorn accompanies Rose uncertainty is part of Love Rose looks beautiful when fresh Lover looks attractive at first sight Rose withers over a time Love turns bitter after some time
Eyes crack open with the searing of the darkened sky, Awaiting the auspicious oncoming day, Rousing one to feel sanguine and air of optimism, Of high hopes and opportunity which close by lay. Yet with the batting of a wing
Why don’t you remember? Remember again, Music of September, I still retain. We met in the greenery, A wet, lovely scenery, A teen age romance, The music and dance. Why don’t you remember? Remember again, Magic of September, Your shyness,
As I stood. I noticed I was on fire. Every inch of me consumed. Engulfed. Losing oxygen I gasped. Expanding with each sigh that escaped this happening. I stood helpless. Was there anything other that I could do. Watching the
after turning on the front porch light they laid poison around the flowerstems at dusk got their bellies comfortable with the moist dark dirt the snails came as ships creating their own waves sailing out of their own shadows slow
Pain of life has touched chords of soul Troubles have spread wings from pole to pole Have nots have had their surplus toll World is nothing but a rigmarole Some do not get a piece of bread While others are