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What is the relevance now to live for a cause? Epicenter has changed. They were altering the human gene. Butterflies, the lips of squealing babies. I was very fond of monarchs, flying in huge clouds, settling like a drizzle on
On one cloudy afternoon, the rumbling thunder along with the flashes of lightening, piercing cracked walls of a house in burning, cows died and fried, a school-girl fainted and the earth is washed out by heavy downpour.. A chubby charming
Soft night wrapped us deeply in her fold whole area changed to a garden of dreams. Tremor began like a snake’s movement darkness melts, our hearts leapt to throat, we rushed for shelter under the starry canopy, but hasty movements
It is full dark before 2:00 PM every day. temple bells ring in the streets for the dead the high chimes disturb the windless fall of ash. the planet had bellowed now it crouches still expecting another lash. we are
Well and was this another seal broken As the Pacific Ocean came crashing Down over the red rising sun… You stumble around on shaking Grounds…so much disaster and Destruction, you wonder what else Is to come as the night sets
Well I love Tennessee, the mountains, the rivers and the valleys. Knoxville, Chattanooga and Nashville. But Memphis is a disaster Waiting to happen again like it did in the late 19th century when the New Madrid first made its presence
A sudden tremor with a mighty shake Millions of lives does it take Houses broken and trees shaken Mighty hills all prone to cracken. Peace stolen by cracks so deep A twist it brings in life so steep A crisis
When benevolent rain God showered his furious benevolence … …. life in a light flickered and died a sudden death!!! When scorched Earthlings pinned, prayed and got an ass and a frog married to sate the rain God.. He poured
A short poem …on fledgling dreamy Love. An enchanting world of two beings, Where exist blissful feelings An Elysian world of love and care Made for that perfect pair… There disaster wouldn’t dare to knock For love shall eliminate any
Terrifying it was When sun completed half of its routine journey A tremor overpowered unexpectedly We heard about earthquake but never experienced before It remained though minutes but disasters unheard streaked Like wave of thunder light Almost all came out
If you close your eyes to the world outside, will the fighting suddenly cease? Will brother and sister hold hands together and build a new life of peace? Does a person, born blind, not hear the teeth grind as disaster,
You had an aura of mystery that captivated my heart, Even in my sleep I was allured, indicating your start. Whether it’s the water droplets or ice or snowballs, All bring an immense pleasure, when water falls. Oh Rain!! You
“You’ll be safe, I promise”, reassured his mum. “But its not you who’ll end up sat on your bum!” A conversation they’d had most every week but it didn’t make his knees feel any less weak. “Now come along, Harry,
Bones of driftwood wind ornaments clatter leak sand onto the porch, years removed from the sea sky darkening since noon, wind coming in a variable rush quelling the waves while gulls knife across the Sound there’s a greening smell from
Stranded between the faces of a coin, Despair and lost around landslide jolt of the Highway, At the place where I shouldn’t be, With a hustle I grabbed a taxi from Siliguri, I was coming back home from an intense
Wise folks say choose your passion in life and follow your dream Well I can proudly say, even though it took longer than expected, I did so it seems What could one be more passionate for than helping the youth,
It was a graceful exit with audacious idiocity. A cyclops was going for a dress disaster. Visitation of flesh, mars the beauty. Cheating starts between the pails of tears. I start hitting the planet. Let the bride sleep in fog.
Poetic misfortune, justice, and timing, at times fall flat on their faces, The beautifully cruel climate of the world, at times, Stomps on the head of logic and then turns around, Only to error on the side of tenderness, Dust
In his tiny eyes, I saw a little glance of life, His innocent face reflects his poverty, As he was facing a great storm in himself, His gloomy voice telling me a legend of his broken dreams, He was too
Im in a bar, not just any bar, a magical place that takes me any place. A couple of stellas and I’m starting to think wouldn’t it be great to go to Australia and actually not think. The banter,the bollocks
The spill of sheen after deep throat explosion. Not as special as the day appeared. Afraid of complete annihilation? Was it possible? Untenable? Living in a cavern full of bats? A key slept in a lock unmoving the golden doors.
पशुपतिनाथ! तुम्हारे रहते जनगण हुआ अनाथ? वसुधा मैया भईं कुपित डोल गईं चट्टानें किसमें बूता धरती कब काँपेगी अनुमाने? देख-देख भूडोल चकित क्यों? सीखें रहना साथ, अनसमझा भूकम्प न हो अब मानवता का काल पृथ्वी पर भूचाल, हुए, हो रहे,
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
It was a complete disaster. I will listen to moon tonight, while writing your name on bikini top, holding the pigeons. The birds had abandoned the walnut tree in haste. Between them can you see a butchered image of little
On a wrinkled trajectory the blood averts to abstract remission, I am out of place in time and history. Try to nudge the jumping ants with their cyberweapons ready to strike the antique nectaries of judgements. The predators were coming.
let it be yourself, the brightest of the sunshine that will become, survive, fair to friends and foes, the one and all,sharing the same world. in time of the disaster, the mind for good and the assistance, the nobility of
Bright eyes, puckered lips Intensified by the moment, wanting it to be perfect Craving fame. Preparations manifold To derive the face to outshine any other Terrificly mesmerizing. Devices outsmarting the smartest Desire for renown numbs the human intellect Nudging them
Observe not to hold anything your own Struggle and playing in the midst of heart Never feed them any Let them nourish themselves They take the time they need and perish or vanish Instead, fill it with a fruitful thought
I watch the world go by, From my position at its periphery, I ask each day, For a sign, a message, Something to turn the senseless into the meaningful. My thoughts turn inward, My being aches with the pain of
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.
In late Spring when heros scream A source of sophistication from faint misery Inside the thwart hidden silence of the pivotal solace of my mind With mind blowing excursion toward the legally blind inside Woods in growing habitation & silence
“stay away” the voices screamed, but my heart beat in denial, everything i was taught i remembered to forgot he’s going to give you more pain this your love is insane i couldn’t let him go you want to know
Last week I went to see the big game. And everyone was there. The N’gina family from 2 doors down, The Cheng family from across the street, The guys I see going to the mosque sometimes, The ladies who always
The words tumble within my head over and over and over and under one another they fight and reach; their footing, fate held in my hand; poised, tense in the world created by my pen I leave the safety of
She was the blessing, She was the smile. She was the much awaited, From my womb into my hands. She was so tiny, Yet so appealing. One said–so red, fresh & blooming, Yeah, she was my little rose! For the
Bitter gourd Tastes bitter — How do you know? Are you so gullible? You believe everything That you are told? Or, Did you check it out For yourself? Tomorrow Somebody might say That bitter gourd is sweet! Then, What Will