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Let’s have a look back at the blissful past And remember a gifted shadow that shone A guest that stopped by my lawn so vast A cute little fellow dark as Black Beauty Settling on the emerald-green, pure grass Demanded
It was when feelings unfurled And the heart opened wide Down poured a gush Of all that was once untold Tickles from within Brought out the smile, never so shy Tears filled in the eyes Which never wished to cry
They sent me to straighten my morals, I was a difficult little girl, And my parents were tired of me. “A devil’s child she is! A liar! A thief! Disgusting!” So, after many scoldings and bashful nights. They sent me
What sad weary eyes we have that see, in all the world, such poverty and pointless pain. Would not the sunlight bathe upon it if we simply look again? For the eye of the beholder may choose the depth of
Sometimes I think; is it pertinent to be minute About nature’s details, to breath her full? The overjoyous soul to an overall vision, Deprecated as naive in God’s grand feast. When the clouds are deep and too black Enveloping the
Between-Euphrates and Tigris, I was located, Ancient gods found home in me, Beliefs I professed were numerous, Yoke-I placed-upon captives, Life buried in religious activities-I encouraged, On top of hanging garden my beauty laid, Nations far and near feared me
To my best friend My inspiration The rhythm to my rhyme These words in collaboration So smitten with you From the twist of your lips In the corners when you smile To the curl of your toes When you stretch
Living in a cyst, it would explore the breast. The black ethics goes beyond the bounds of mystique of non-movement. A while away a conflict comes out of the body. Melts into a face. There is no flesh, no skin.
A mighty July evening in my town…. Pouring rain, halogen lights and the ‘neon’, Yellow cabs bark outside my window, I stare…. Across the confused street and beyond – struggling umbrellas moving around, water puddles, paper boats, funny children and
After dinner protocol you kiss me on the cheek Wrap your arms around me to remind me that you’re free The taste of mint is in your kiss but your sweetness is in doubt All those broken promises are draining
The feelings of despair Around our air, everywhere. Calling out for help, Comes a time for rain… The silver lining shines, And things begin to rhyme! Those clouds of despair, That worry in the air, Those greys in the hair.
She sits alone within the hall Close to the fire keeping her warm Silken dress worn threadbare Watching fire sprites dance and flare. Dreaming of someone in her heart Lonlieness pierces like a dart Within candle light glow Her tears
Always he was picking up and counting the pins to distill the essence of rainbows and find the symmetries of elementary laws and eating leftover words from the table. The terrorists had wired his house and he was not aware
Your name seems to be carved on the heart since ages, You definitely have captivated every bit of it in cages, It is all yours forever, Oh dear, don’t leave me ever, I write your name sometimes on the shore,
It was a freak accident of epithelium under anaesthesia. You place a window on to a hollow brain. The money makes the monkey out of you. A green light blocks the fish, your memory, to swim in black thoughts. The
With scrunched and bushy furrowed brow I often ponder the precise circumstances that any thing 2 be born this way as a poker face Tracing back lineage of self or arbitrary individual unpredictable as the Dow Reckoning a series of
Two flailing oiled chotis slap me out of stupor. The Goddess arches out hinged at the pole, her saucer hands clasped below mine. A hooting call answered with crystal stare from wide apart eyes that grazes my shoulder, wounding me.
As I dream my dreams aboard The craft that cruises the dreamy road The joys that unfold every second Engulf my soul through every bend Every event that bounces back Is a source of joy through almanac The darkest of
In the tropical section of the Earth. There stays a period, Brimful of sufferings and pain. That tends to seek, Any and all drop of blood . Then the time has chosen a turn, And brought in a moderate silence,
The glint of steel, so sharp and smooth, beneath my fragile fingers. Delicate inlaid patterns reflect an afterimage that lingers. As a child I’d hide beneath cotton sheets feigning death, that I could deceive. Then risking a peep from beneath
Isn’t a child’s pristine smile The sweetest of all expressions One can ever chance to see On a human countenance? Doesn’t it make you forget Your woes and worries for a while Reviving your faith in the inherent goodness Dwelling
Walking on the streets near-by, saw a small pussy, Mewling, as abandoned, alone and aloof, so sad, Thirsty and hunger, I felt the need of serving and saving And took it home, to be blamed by my wife, as we
Because of too many nightmares I’m visited by the dead those familiar persons with ordinary words with hobbies and bad habits so homy , we ride together on the horse or in the small car we fall asleep in the
REMEMBERED If I could remember the day, the when, the where we last met, all so easy yesterday with a picture framed and set. Within my head, always there available whenever wanted, a picture kept, a memory fair inside me
Love carries a natural gust. Always fulfils souls’ thirst. Sees nothing but completion, Brings forth, that is hidden. Oh! It does, it does… Love knows no limits. It exists beyond infinite. It obeys no rules. It never makes one a