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The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!
The canvas in front of me is painted shimmering green and bright orange It looks kinda joyful very different from the usual black and grey Maybe life has more colors than the greys in my brain Or maybe what is
That evening was unlike any other evening This evening is similar to that evening What was so dear to me that evening? The same is dear to me this evening Her soul and body spiraled in my arms that evening
Once my husband brought a pair of white pigeons, Very beautiful with red eyes and lush red beaks. Extremely gorgeous with glorious visions, In our mother tongue we call it Laqa-kabootar. A special species of sweet white pigeons, In golden
Blessed??? So called destiny pushed me to an end, Found comfort and peace in writing, Making Poetry my best friend. Revisiting the past had never brought solace, Penning each emotion, hurt and pain, Aided in ending the distress with absolute
Oh deep, dark depression, my uninvited guest, the persistence of oppression is precluding my life’s zest. The dark before sunrise of a dawn that just won’t break, suppressed by a thirst for my soul that only sorrow can now slake.
Depth of a bruised sea rising from the surface overwhelms the dumb shore shining for impossible tomorrow golden sand, the locked door. History repeats amnesia for a depressed meniscus shifts the nameplate. Here was laid the image of priestlees god
“I AM GOD’S CREATION – A SOUL” Can anyone tell, “Who am I?” What am I doing on this Mother Earth? I wish, someone could answer this question of mine! Can anyone tell, “where did I spring from?” And for
Whenever, I feel tired and exhausted, From life’s monotonous routine, I go to my courtyard Theatre, On the enormous screen, Watching the free natural movie scenes, Projected by The Almighty Producer. The scenes change there with the passage, Of the
Have faith in your capability, you will see impossible turning into possible… Have faith in your strength, you will find all weakness turning into strongness… Have faith in your mind, you will see all unsolved puzzles turning into answers… Have
Little yellow wings creature, bright just like sun shine of nature, come out of its safest zone, to see the world on its own. Amazed to see tall buildings, glass flowers and iron trees blinking, then It seems hungry at
Confused , lost , bloodshot eyes , A wanderer insomniac driven premise , Supreme anxiety , thumping palpitations, Pointless life dictated inhibitions , I Came at your doorstep, A depressed human being , A lifeless soul, Devoid of objectives ,
Let’s paint these walls red, With the blood of our dead. Of the lost and wounded, the sad and depressed. Let’s paint that chair green, With the leaves of the trees. The trees cut down, every day, week, month, year.
Confined to these walls guardians surrounding my transparent figure created to serve you I am the eye that is not part of you you come to me blind, uncertain, unknowledgeable seeking to know beauty, ugly but my sight surpasses that
Like tussoh, I collect snow after the blizzard, churning the quartz, O December. Time to hang my boots and listen the call to quarters. Windows would kill me. I had my horrors I had my wine. The moon was still
I’m running, and running far away, From all the things I committed from yesterday, I ask myself was it because of me? But how? I never loved someone with a love so deep, So, I sit here alone and depressed,
Today I think I shall stay in my bed, Nothing accomplished, step back instead. No time to eat so I’ll eat on the go, Binge all day long but nobody knows. Petrol is low but I’ll take the chance, Roadside
Airliners fell fat like poisoned bumble bees breasting their way into parking lots and highways plowing up concrete furrows tipped with shiny and jagged vehicles trimmed in flame I wake in a light sweat to a fluxuating grumble wondering at
Never, in all the pointless days I have worked here Has the air ever been so dull and depressing It tasted warm and metallicdisstopea But not in a good way I turned up early this morning I mean, I hate
Fear of a mound, tumbling down on the half-buried, half dead archives of desires, comes like a stampede of hoops on my chest. I lie alone in a desert of insanity. From the sea of agony one drop of salted
I have no hi-fi desire, To overcome the mountains. I have no hi-fi desire, To bring draught to the water filled oceans. I have no hi-fi desire, To tread beyond the dark clustered clouds. I have no hi-fi desire, To
I wonder why a little girl, could never be her daddy’s pearl, She wanted love and care, which to her was never fair, Girl child born was a curse, why was she without nurse, I thought every child born was
Today under the lamp light, My ambitions are glowing bright, When everyone is visiting their dreams, I struggle to settle among the creams, With smoke and shadow as my close friend, I am ready to give any hardship to lend,
A girl of just 4 years old, Who lost her mother. The beautiful relationship was disconnected, Girl had nothing but to be disconcerted. She was depressed, But could not express. Could only feel disembodied, Of her abandon mother. Her feelings
Passing by that deserted road one autumn evening My eyes caught sight of a forlorn tree All dried up without a single green leaf It looked pathetic and a picture of grief Lost , as if in the memories of
Once upon a day I encountered a machine capable of the most exquisite, subtle and profound expression of feeling, While its cogs and wheels turned coldly and mutely, with no heart, thought or feeling of their own. A sign on
A true friend who will stick with you through thick and thin, on Him you can thoroughly depend. Now you may not comprehend whe He offends, but He will amend because He’s a GOD send. Closer than a brother, father,
A way to the outer world from inside Is the window – an agent certified; Gloomy, depressed, woeful world Is made happy with a small riptide Which comes to the sight of bide Who live in and try to bestride