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Call me time and again an incurable romantic. accuse me offensively of revering unrealism. laugh at me heartlessly for I over-idealize you. or just leave me forlorn, if I’m gallingly tractable. but I’ve a warm, not weak, heart. I sincerely
You are a lovely girl, Someone as beautiful as a pearl. Hidden behind that timid, shy and reserved attitude, Is someone so opposite to her solitude. You wait for that one chance, Where you can take your life’s better glance.
Tears, the salt of our soul, overflow Between life and death, recalling sweet Memories and dreams of the past, Flushing out from eyes, cleaning dejection And depression, to rejoice fulfillment, With battles, hazards and agony we had. Recalled my old
so, like always, morning comes and brings with it news none browses but the pages sit still on the table, irate indifferent we go about our lives, erase the outline we spied, out of the corner of our eye on
The Argument The first canto proposes the entire subject matter through the first few lines, where is stated the tragic plight of those English people that went against Hades, the then wicked monarch of England, who, for the proclamation of
She surfaced from the blue sea like Aphrodite’s child in all her splendor droplets of water sparkled on her body as if she were covered in precious diamonds. I walked over and offered my name she submitted hers so willingly.
We stood there, Leaning against the rusted rail. Watching the blend of day and night- With stars slowly coming to life, Shining bright. We watched the purple horizon- Comforted by the passive fire, Of our presence. Like an old pair
Never was it right? Or was it always that we needed to try, for own sake obviously. Was it, that we ever wanted discrimination on the complexion. Or was it that we always needed to try, at the behest of
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
In the midst of hazy cloudy and misty morning she appeared like an angel looking at me and smiling.. For a moment It struck to me like an Lightening and my heart started beating the romantic tuning and was feeling
A fancy tale of fairies and wings, white worlds, blue stars, and cabbages and kings. Red dust, grey planet of quintessential beings, where the deaf hear melodies and the dumb man speaks. On fine wines, the fellows dine. All sass,
Did you know that Never knew none To know what’s what Poem let be done. Primitive the people Of the early days So is religion Founded yesterday. Media is a set-up Government is a fraud Churches, pure business Well-played, applaud.
If you walk straight under the shadow of moon, to the salt lake death will blow a long whistle. Everything was ruined in war of words. There was no peace in the heart, even after meditation, the mind drove for
The sound of bugles dins louder at last, The cavalry must be approaching near, Thank God that here, no more did cannons blast, When seen from yonder banks as smoke would clear; And not a stir from all the dead
(JUDGEMENT la JUSTICE) Couples fight and seek Divorce, in camera, in Court While Animals meet each other openly for Courtship Human beings need Lawyers to fight their case While Animals fight each other and settle the case Judges are appointed
May the ink that flows From the nib of my pen Forever entertain you With words of love And life and wonder Lick beams of light Through clouds of thunder May the blood that flows Through the hand that writes
I am not a Poet, with legacy, nor do I sound poetic.. At times, in an impulse to explore my wildest emotions, words spill out, blocking way to rationalism.. in those verses in different shades neither rhyme, nor reason.. Trust
I lost my imagination in the modern customs of today I went to sleep one evening, awoke to a place where I just can’t stay Guile and avarice, greed, immorality and deceptive practice Melted tight with corruption, self-indulgence a twisted-knotted
A man cursed, can never bring happiness, a man condemned can never bring justice, whatever he touches, will turn to dust, whatever he makes will rot. whatever he desires, will never be his, whatever he loves, will get condemned too…
There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit about on the swings and slides with boundless joy, inciting memories of when they were girl and boy. The
When you used to live here, The morning came early, Because in the night we would watch the moon And see it blink into the sun. The streets were filled with rainbow colors. The birds sang to golden quivers That
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
With hustle and bustle, they start with a rule. One named as mighty satire and other the great ridicule. Both expose human foolishness in a mess One has a gorgeous deriding voice while other sounds less. Ridicule have a caustic
While walking to the store, I pass by so many beautiful flowers. There is the beautiful pink roses in full bloom and oleander. As I walk further, I see the beautiful crepe myrtles with Watermelon red, pink carnation and pearly
Thump-thump-thump A foggy haze. Moving bodies It feels warm in here. Or is it just me? Darkness. Then light. Pulsating. Excuse me. My bad. Thump-thump-thump Who is that? Squint. Lean against the rail. Look cool. You want another drink? I
Sometimes I crack and the hammer of a thousand lifetimes descending on this pregnant point pauses in mid air and the hole I’m driven into instead becomes a tunnel. Sometimes I crack and binding bonds- familiar, social, covalent, ionic- dissolve
The sweetest song has yet to be sung The best sermon has not been preached The greatest speech has not been spoken The loudest noise has not been heard The highest praise has not been raised The prettiest sights have
While out hiking through a wilderness cathedral enjoying the absolute peace and tranquility of Nature A rapid duel breaks out totally destroying the peace. A squirrel, and two stelerz jays on the opposite side of this pristine clearing are scolding