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Little was I aware of what demonetisation was all about I was in eve possessing few of brand new notes of 500 and 1000 denominations When the news tricked in that the currency of 500 and 1000 notes are no
Absent deliberate intervention vis a vis suicide, supposed “natural” longevity of generic human primate ride ding bareback across avast broke back mountain minus pride defies accurate prediction, though hypothetical projections can override unknown factors, whereby excluding misfortune nationwide (and/or globally
Her eyes hid a shade of beauty A sense of a deeper struggle, restrained behind dried up tears and sealed lips A tale of always searching for acceptance in mediocrity Next to a society determining what beauty is, from a
We have so many beauties and a lot of charms, We both are blessed with lovely arms, Walking on the narrow pavements of flowers, Let us wet each other with the lovely showers, Let us wash down the dirt of
I saw a mocking bird upon a tree, alone, chirping a tune the skill of imitation bore he as it sang amid the gloom. Children played in the fields adults conversed freely, but of the bird in the broken still
This fathomless free fall of hollowness This unceasing relentless devouring of happiness May it cut so meaningfully deep…. as deep as my heart once sang. For the wounds reflect an unyielding hope, untouchable memories, cherished moments. Ascent and descent ..
That puppy, puppy on the floor. seems little sleepy but devoid of any door. That puppy ears, little sad puppy eyes, little puppy with no fears, That puppy with lots of tries. That puppy, staring somewhere seeking someone in the
If it were the touch of his hands upon my shoulders, The guest was longing and serenity. If it were the whisper of his voice into my ears, It was the excitement of love that collided with my hopes. All
Countless Times I fell, Countless times I rose, Countless times I cried, Countless times I pleaded, Countless times I felt suffocated, Countless times my heart bleed. Countless times I wanted to run away, But never got the courage to have
I’m alive though all the years of abuse, but I’ve not been able to truly “LIVE” because my head is full of fog, confused and don’t know who I am. Suffering from anxiety and depression. I live in a prison,
They were counting the bullets and bodies. The severed limbs were twitching. Sometimes to go back to their owners, but the faceless torso selects a bush to hide the remains. The leaves are falling on the make shift home of
Our guardian angel so strong and kind patiently answering questions from each young mind your turqoise eyes shimmered like the sea silver hair brushed so finely your love shone for all so clear and bright like a beacon rivalling the
The world is a race If you want to succeed, pick up your pace Keep running, focus, put in extra hours, fly solo But doesn’t this make you feel empty and hollow? Be yourself, be silly, be alive, spread joy
loner in the desert incapable of enjoying the stars knight of no man’s land cannot stand on his own desperate for a touch ‘pathetic’, they shout and wonder how he lost his mind love only made him weaker as life
When night will not speak and shoes will float on the water; legs of truth will not move. Latched to absence unreasons held the hands of time. I stopped believing in myself. The genome had come in a bottle. when
Her heart was like a clock that I wanted to stop and rewind the dial back. Remembering the beginning. Following the curve of ticks as everything around disappeared. The ticks and tonks that throb as pulse. The blossom of smiles
Centre of the belly is the core, core of my life. vividly, vibrantly, courageously lashing out at all the fine points. Ripping through veins and scattering through wounds. slithering to clear. splurging out, splurging, splashing, splashing, splashing mess, mesh covered.
A volcanic kiss was becoming ungreen. The shark was coming. All night it was raining. The sap was rising and love-farm was deluged. A blue moon walks on the dry eyes. Why the tears had gone to exile? A mole
When the hate began subordinating, where were you? O! My clothes were on fire. When you climbed the lips, words were livid on tongue: beyond the earth and sky, water and air, fire! You stutter? Speak not truth. I don’t
From a peg upon the wall, in this mysterious old bunk house, I am taken. Placed upon the balding head of a wise young cowboy. Making this jolly cowboy look bold. With an eagle’s tail feather inserted into the band
When moon was found on water sky came down with unclenched fist, too proud to accept the defeat. Footprints of a giant will not leave the broken landscape, of the virgin garden where roses died in a row in storm.
Love is as snow cast from December’s gray ceiling heavy with joy Reigning white smiles upon Us We… two in deepest warmth.. mittens entwined.. legs touching as we stand watching Winter’s crystals dance briefly in heavenly descent Within each imagined
Last night the long stretch dream seemed so real I felt stranger in the morn’ going through the ordeal Those wood, those mountains, those valleys so steep All looked so near for the touch, feel and my keep And now
Still-flowing River of Time! Would I may store you In dollar or dime Had you but store value! I would these cupped hands Could stay you, O indivisibly-grained sands Of invisibly-seen hue! And we shall, my love and I, Pit
1916. Rossetti and Taberlet. Those are the first two names we read on the memorial, The captured soldier breaking for freedom, stood silently upon the delicately quiet letters that form lost names. There for decades, in sleepy Morzine. The thick