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It’s not our divorce that sets my heart on fire. It’s not your betrayal that slashes it apart. It’s not your sarcastic tongue that condemns my humanity. Brutal memories of our past haunt me the most. Love comes with joy
My daughter’s face appearing in charcoal, her sunshine smile bursting from the black. Creativity soothes me like a drug, anticipating the heartfelt thanks I do not deserve. I will seem special, a façade, a falsehood, a temporary reprieve. The heightened
Fiendish and gruesome phantasmagoric denizens Dwell deep inside subterranean vault perform an evil dance Haunt psychic landscape with imaginary (yet realistic) Gargoyle visitations that cast a macabre trance Nocturnal unconscious invaders cavort and gallivant Disturb quiescent sleep with devilish and
When the antagonist speaks with oozing vileness, the glib atrocity is hard to grip. The obvious monstrousness lays unhidden and he walks through the hellish waters walks through a malicious sea. Gravitates towards the unfathomable depth, succumbs to the irresistible
Of all the simplest of things. Sometimes love is a lot like socks. Some are long, some are short. Hell some even come up to the height of knees. Some are bland. Some are colorful. Baring the fruit of comforting
Thoughts amplify intense feelings deep within the soul They twist your stomach into knots, leaves you whining to delights of devilish delusions. An unaltered disposition supremely preposterous based upon familial suppositions induced from repetition. Lingering beyond temptations within confines ludicrously
We seldom recognise good qualities of fellow human , when alive We determines his stature by his negative streaks We put down him at the slightest opportunity We see only the devilish quality and not the Divine quality in him
It is not on you, dear poet, but on your Nation, and its rulers, spread all over Their body, mind and soul; irreparable, Their cancerous thoughts and deeds; ‘The red salute’, they offer to all, a mean, Cheap and cruel
Surviving in a holy mess she fathomed, the storm inside her. Grateful, she was of the darkness who created a chaotic perfection inside a devilish beauty. She feared the wolves, yet, it was the one who ignited the forest fire
Just needle on all of their pain, Is there something that you’d like to gain, But its all amiss when she plants her devilish kiss, After all, somebody’s misfortune is someone’s momentary bliss. Well the Schadenfreuder never sleeps, At least
Emotional sequestration perseverates across thine time warped weft wise wold, sans interpersonal stagnation flourishes as oft twice told tale amidst derelict hollowed moldering sacrificed stranglehold did potential now bankrupt acquaintanceships/ friendships get out sold agonizingly excruciatingly jujitsu physically writhing front
All chapters of my life condensed onto a chip so tiny you’d think my life was very short indeed for this last chapter to begin. So it is, today’s life, so fast I could not believe the penultimate chapter had
A Newly born infant was ruthlessly abandoned on the street to face the vagaries of nature and fend for itself by its ruthless parents A good Samaritan took sympathy on the abandoned toddler and adopted the child and nourished the
When I was arranging daffodils you send in tanks. The sky was overcast. When I was talking to clouds Fireballs are delivered. That signals the specific gravity is shifting to knobs. The artist was going to disappear. I think of
Rose blossoms in filth Love for lust begins in bliss Thorn accompanies Rose uncertainty is part of Love Rose looks beautiful when fresh Lover looks attractive at first sight Rose withers over a time Love turns bitter after some time
When I was a young man I chased them by the score. They were fast, young and lean. Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game. Procreation, I was playing with biology’s rules. I cared very little about much more.
At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted
People changes I have heard of it. But did not know that they will end up without exchanging a word.. They were lying in each other’s arms Holding their hands tight. With a silent promise to be each other’s forever
The snow has been falling for days. It’s the holiday season. Excitement builds as you wait for the day to fade into night. It is finally here you can hardly wait… You walk outside and there is it, like walking
To die by the sea, Must be the sweetest of deaths. Just lulled by your sins, Into the sands of regrets. And soaked in your pains, Through the angers of tridents. Or washed in the darkness, Beneath the heaviest of
Naughty Baby working me up into frenzy Naughty Baby oooh Naughty Baby Making a man out of me, taking me to the Heights of ecstasy oooh baby, baby I’m so hot and its good yeah don’t stop, Don’t stop, give
They say poetry doesn’t pay , A hobby for slacker’s bay , Frost projected it as condition , Far from being called ‘ real profession’ . Advised to bring out the writer , Write pages, words , Ensure some monetary
awake and lonely someone said Just look at me somewhere someone, is looking right at you, turned around wonder, who are you? he replied, its me moon awake Sad, alone for centuries, awe Sun leave, cerise. while afar. . .
Something was not polite in signs. The smell of incarcerated bed of gods was floating down. A subdued shadow of black moon was climbing on the window. And each house had offered a son, to rage a war of retribution.
This is where God breathes! Here is the mountain wellhead that cannot believe our bodies are drenched in darkness. Drops of water burning bright like verses from holy books. Here my heart smiles at Goethe’s heart, like a sun at
A songbird sings a melancholy song Deep within a forest, dense. No one could hear it, No one around and hence, The songbird he wondered, What he was doing wrong, Should he sing it louder? Should he change the song?
For ages, her life has been A journey of endless strife Most of the times unrecognised Generation after generation Beautiful as a part of nature itself In whose lap she is born and brought up She grows up to attain
Love is a strange thing indeed Some people die because of it Some people live because of it some people starve for it The people where I live definitely do Death is also a strange thing Some people just go