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Dewdrops fall on to my window on a bright morning, bringing the memories of you, the days we had, the many sunlit days, the time we spent together, leaving a small tear of happiness behind, which is the memory I
Only a few can understand the melancholy of the Moon That shines different and lonely among countless stars But the flowers are always sad in the sunrise, sprinkled with tears After listening all the painful secrets. On this huge chaos
Love like dewdrops, Awakens and glistens, Dances in my heart, Like flowers of spring. I behold you everywhere, In my heart’s deepest desire. With a song in my soul, In the quicksand of times. A soothing balm of life, The moonbeams
The fragrance of Spring sweetly scents the air, And creeks are running full of melted snow, My eyes could not keep foolishly from glare, Of early morning sun’s radiating glow; More buds have opened up, aroused from sleep, To greet
There are those who see nothing in every sunrise And those who see emptiness in loving eyes, They see only the water yet never the sea I just wish they would stop and take heed of my plea, Sunrises need
It’s not gonna be long before we realize again that we must return to the quiet of wakefulness, the jump to belated scenery that undulates like time, like minutes in your head after the greensward sank weakly beneath the ground
Diplomacy of inconstancy unmeets the urgency. Aura of brilliance was falling in your feet. After the death, it was not a name, only a frozen body.We moved backward swiftly, to find out the footprints in dark. Winter was becoming harsh
You’re my sweet endearing child Fragile and lovely to stare at You gave me a reason to live Smiles and hopes were brought in to me. Every day is a new enjoyable chapter Looking forward to be the best father
Life is a series of relationships, Which come & go as time drips. A consolidated sequence of life is lew, But the list of happy moments are few. Living life with that only one, And not an analogy of some.
In the soul of the city, the four wheels, the scream for pity. Mercy screamed louder than her voice. Little girls sleeping promised with their toys. Not even one, the strong, the brave, the soldier, the slave. No one could
She smiles in your face so pretty, But her intentions are dirty, Because behind your back it’s another story, And she talks out your business like it was history, So stop telling her things about you that are confidential, Because
One day you’ll only regret The people you never spoke with and met The places you never went And things you never did Then you’ll regret how much the fear controlled your actions What if, the constant question asked What
Too much said, too much heard. Numbness remains, unperturbed. Freckles of past, growing on words Poems look like a discolored herd Stifling sunrises deep within Echoing thoughts under the skin I crave for myself, more each time Reciting a wordless,
Until you’ve put your feet in my shoes don’t tell me you know what I’m going through have you traveled the dismay I have you can never tell me you know how I feel you just don’t know I’m human so I cry, God
It was conducted on a global scale, taking billions of years in local space time. Mere moments in the time of the Initiators. Their quantum computers able to crunch numbers beyond human comprehension. The simulation experiment would be run in
Watching the charred remains of the toys you want me to search for another house. Eventually I decide to go for a voiceless door. Who was calling whom? Eternity hurts me. I want to come to a stop, pause for
In these nights of raining moonlight I ride a shikara… I row away Looking the shores of lost days… I am moving alone through this canopy of water in which the sky poured the melted silver…, in search of the
As within, is without So simple to find that out Are you so pale? Examine every detail Once you are alert Watchful and smart Junk food you intake The law you break Is your guiding voice A terrible choice The
walking through dark lanes , the night was soundless and reserve . wind roared with a whistle and rattled the barren leaves, thinking and analyzing the problem , glanced the stars which shine. they shine and shine , flicker but
Words are little paper hearts, Sometimes shot from a cupid’s bow, That evoke many emotions, Echoing in the mind, Twisting all chords, Leaving one puzzled, At the feelings mere words can yield. They can make love, Bind you together in
Is it near the fringes of the metropolis Concrete, near the shapeless brink of muddy smell, near the unfringed openness where saltish waves begin to kiss? Can it be saved, since it is sadly snarled, crumpled, half-eaten by a warped
I tried hiding my tears behind the smile I had…expecting you to read my mind!!! Disappointed again!! my heart never takes things light … it pains.. When it comes as possessiveness versus pervert guesses, the latter becomes my image now
With roots wrinkled and parched, standing upright bluntly and lifelessly, And the green cloak being lost and you adore a thin skin of brown rusty bark falling in bits and pieces. The long chain of ants are seen no more
Have you tasted the silk in the pit of snakes? Exit was not in my fate. Winter was kissing my toes and spring was blooming down in my estranged poems. You don’t feel like to wake up for ingrained disbelief.
Softly butterflies flutter by Your fingers tracing down my spine Chemistry sweet between us two Through it all, eyes say I want you Your fingers tracing down my spine Smoking coals now lead to fire Through it all, eyes say
flowers sighted jade my guided friend of age gone eludness pree of sallon confided mischief and the mire tango’d ego of the jauntily fallow with heaven’s burning ire into quoless epiphanic fire pluperfect in headdress gethered teak for mine twill heavenly
Once I was obsessed with puerile dreams Radiant smiles used to flush my cheeks with beams Then despondence gripped me with glistening tears And pale solitude rolled in with mighty arrears. To ‘live the fullest and let live’ was my
Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.
The dresser front is like a waterfall with a vibrant tangle of scarves that stumble out and down. Bed sheets rough-house with pillows. and a spread is spread but not on the bed. There are yesterday’s pants cavorting with last