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There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.
She canters freedom like wind Gallops wilderness like fire And into metallic dreams She blazes banter with reverence- Only to chute through life’s greenbrier- letting seasons mark her deviance! As she gaits, bittersweet love is dinned with a shako of
I went for a morning stroll There were also other walkers in the park who came for walk for a better health control Little earlier the Sun had drove away the dark Glittering was the early morning Sunlight Taking sunbath
I was deeply annoyed. One by one they were falling, walking in quagmire. For duplicating rights? Dead pelicans, pouch empty. Somebody was picking ants from the air. Give me some cold pack, my head is throbbing hot, I am burning.
My wife worked at a hospital at night, and I did not want her to drive herself. Our youngest son had just gotten his driver’s license. So he was very excited about driving her to work. Invariably, after he dropped
There once was a perfect world. The future will yield yet another world of perfection. We shall not presently bother with the former perfect world, Nor even shall we engage ourselves with a future one. Moreover, in a perfect world,
‘The moon is out and the night is deep Though weary, but still I cannot sleep While I stretched myself here in my bed And mellow music played in my head These lighthearted songs, I let it flow With rhythms
It’s been sometime… quite a while, Since I’ve been thinking about her, But I remembered and kept myself back, For a very special day was near, Patiently… ever more patiently, I waited, For today, the day of all the days,
Life happens. Traipsing on, a path to eternity… The paths unknown, the sands not seen Yet the hearts, tuned to the thought, Love is our lives, lives are for love. The music settles, on our souls.. Gripped in the depths,
It’s the basics man Blue car with a spider lawyer Lights on a swimming pool at night She speaks French when she cheats Green chiffon ghetto lit with blow Orange face on a palm tree Have you quit looking for
We live amongst a sea of façades, Of faces gone faceless and drowning In beliefs that we, the fallen angels Have somehow, some way become Gods. We live in a world where on city streets Litter becomes its own kind
Happening? you heave a sigh. In peril, mother of peace? Real threat to ice lingam? the Creator? Falling apart? Cat’s claw was not healing. Where the greens will go? The pods, the seeds? Tara, Tara! come again, we are waiting
We played the game, threw the dice at times we got lucky with the game. although caught in a web of lies… though a picture locked in a frame. Life gave pain, left us with misery, and empty people fought
Mother Earth lies least Mountain stands like her breast Peak is sharp like nipple Greenery covers, like eye of an apple Clouds cover the peak, like white silk White clouds spread, like spillage of milk Sun signals setting in the
I’ve hit puberty Now boys look at me I’ve finally stopped growing But my stretch marks are showing Makeup sprawled all over my face My body stops me from running a fast pace Now here I stand wanting more As
In a way I’m jealous of the blind man and he’s jealous of me, for the world he will more than likely never see. The beautiful mountains and the palm trees, the beautiful blue wide open seas. The bright blue
cracking bones in the kitchen use the heavy knife swallows on the lawn want inside paint the hand-tied rug with fleet shadows you’ve used up all the hot water old iron bathtub ringing like a gong this tone your elbow,
‘Twas on the eve of St Agnes’ Day, When young virgin’s minds fly astray; Stacey lay her body bare To January’s freezing air. She cast her liquid ebon eyes, Up to the boundless starry skies, Hoping to find in that
Some say it all started with a violent explosion, let there be light, a Big Bang. White hot plasma swirling around expanding in an amazing bound. After a while things cooled, came together, began to slow down. Hydrogen and helium
From the lakes in New Hampshire to the sand dunes of Cape Cod. From the mountains of Vermont to the seaports of Rhode Island. From the rocky seacoast of Maine to the Gold Coast of Connecticut. Winters of snow and
Famelocked, sometimes he was talking to flowers, asking their names. In the house that never sleeps, infidelity brings the charm. Intense gravity excoriates the crotch. A supernova is born. Worlds apart, I am there, where you were not. A burnt-out
There are some things I have come to believe. Believe me when I say, I am not deceived. Sometimes the good die young, and never receive. Unfairness exists, and persists, though ill conceived. Sometimes everybody gets pushed around, or cheated.
What can I write, I’m not really sure, Shall I talk about hate, Shall I talk about war. Should I forget all that and write about love, Of rolling hills and the wings of a dove, It doesn’t matter because
The world slows down. That’s a good thing. Priorities change, also good. The rat race fades into memory. It’s now time to appreciate things. Let the next generation battle to climb the ladder, keep their heads above water. Time for
O you men, The monsters, You were sent for protection, For God’s beautiful creation, You were sent to safeguard, The chastity and honour, You were sent to love, The beauty and perfection, Of Eves’ daughter, But, The adrenaline which provided
S- Sorry people were screaming cries. C- Calling out their loved ones in havoc. R- Rising atmosphere was getting worse, as in better. E- Evening goes by in fast time. A- As the high notes of help cannot be heard
Remember walking through the lonely paths alone? And the depression that made your heart moan? If you developed a determination to only get better; Then darling, you are a winner. Remember the people who laughed at you? And when your
Nothing I shall do, to be a wisher; No wishes to make. Never mind,my friends, The”Making Wishes” prose won’t run so long. A wish precisely persists as a wish all along, Until I’m propelled by the blowing wind of wish
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.
My sweet children I can’t give you what you wish but I can give you what actually you need for your better tomorrow I can give you immense love and affection that will provide strong wings for your dreams to