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I dived into empty space, exhilarated, arms outstretched mimicking wings, I flew like a bird. Embracing the thrash and lash of the wind, which flapped the flesh on my cheeks, and froze the tip of my nose. The echo of
Where do fly my prying eyes Like a pair of rustic birds ?! Where the breeze and lily leaves Playing game of hide and seek, Where the glossy twinkle stars Wearing anklets and bangles, Where the pretty fairy queens Weaving
O sailor a voyage you know and know the nautical miles , ways of winds find your ways faraway land you discovered , treasure beneath and distant,precious stones,waterfalls and fountains , everday I lit a lamp and hope you discover
The Shadow of a Broken Word do you see? The Shadow of a Lifeless Entity Beneath your feet. The sunray hits your face where you glow, Shadowy tears on the other side so flow, Which you are afraid to show.
What is like a smooth Paved road and I speeding In a silver Rolls Royce? The rich and the fast Are beyond reach Beyond reach there is no hope As my silver Rolls Royce accelerates The paupers are blurred The
What does it look like? What does it sound like? How does it read? Is there beauty in mathematics? Are physics formulations beautiful? Is artistic beauty in all its forms discovered or created? Did Newton invent his mathematics or did
The wind rushes through the fields I am but an object that sees and feels The landscape changes as weather does the deals I want to sail on clouds that blow by like Catherine wheels The light across the long
A stunning hurl of androids on command, pulled by empty space when a talking primate decides the course of universe. A non-existent living from moment to moment prepares a moon man to jump into religion for salvation. The wedding of
And when I tremble bare As your hands outline the chambers I’ve never found beauty in remember that first has many definitions and this was a first. Sunken in walls, barely holding form the air coats the parts of me
The Child… Nature’s complex and fascinating bundle of joy…. begins his exploratory itinerary of Life in the big world, outside the shelter … of his mother’s arms… recording the inexhaustible personality of Nature around him!! Looking around …he sees Nature,
Yesterday as I was walking, talking to myself, thinking, pondering, My head was like a carousel! With a song in my head, As I walked past the field of wild fern, the one I daily walk by, I watched these
I witnessed the death of the universe… Tumbling, crushing, spinning in the maddening chaos of the spiral Time! Eternity… ceased to exist, Time… was no more, my soul ripped asunder the stars… show no more! Pleading internally I succumb my
After the silence of the pith-black night, I found that last drop of my eyes painted on my uniform, may be it’s time to bid adieu, may be it’s time to say.. In the chaos of multiple serendipities in your
Enter cycle two and the Breaking of Bondage… Well what lies down this road now Heaven only knows but I’m not gonna be your prisoner anymore, I don’t want to look back on yesterday tomorrow and regret the dreams I
Who are you, and why are you here? I am your security, your protector and your safety blanket. We will start this age of discovery and wonderment together, Pausing only to sleep and refuel our curiosity. Who are you, and
Bird with colorful freedom Slumbers in a golden cage With clipped wings And away from the ostentious world The free cadaverous bird Lured away from self discovery Will surely fall into An unfathomable pit of failure The floundering bird Struck
My unborn girl and I Live within each other‘s spheres She has carried me first after all. Out of night’s numinous dream My mother comes down Spiral celestial stairs. “Look what I bring you” A little girl in tow. A
Sometimes souls are inspired Sometimes souls are broken Sometimes souls have goals Sometimes souls be laissez-faire Is there really a purpose for the existence of a soul? My soul contemplated. First there was nothing when the soul was personified in
How has history harkened to he? Through time he has become older, And distorted years, too much they see: How a man once real, has become sold, His discovery praised, but his life forgotten. And he’ll pass so silently, In
About the book: These poems happened to me at random, insignificant moments. They are still damp, from loss. They manifest wild ways to look at ordinary things. I am picking up pieces of life And handing them over to you.
We live in a universe of subatomic particles, the building blocks of everything else. All we can see and touch is made up of the stuff. Even in the seemingly empty void of space science tells us virtual particles pop
Spinning someplace in the blackness of space, A peculiar world hosts an unhuman race. Rethink reality, abandon earthly notions; Here, cerulean seas – There, prismatic oceans. Macro quantum motion; Instantaneous locomotion – No need for roads, Teleport to go; No
A scintillating though oftentimes sad story, An Eternal Romantic poignantly narrates Indira’s journey from a teenager in love to a middle aged woman. Despite the vicissitudes of love, she continues to be in love with the idea of love. Indira
Reading esoteric science books I can foresee how a human being looks! Getting to know myself Starting to organize my bookcase shelf A visible being I am indeed Knowing the invisible me, I feel I am freed Freed from running
Judgements of deception plagued my mind, Following an artificial shadow with no hope. Having problems from cognitive growth, Learning was considered a form of witchcraft. No intentions of committing remorseful acts, Yet sinned horribly with clouded viewpoints. Jinxed by the
Our paths have different ways Each one a new discovery, Like the sunny or rainy days Wondering what’s going to cover me. Here we are again another year Not knowing what our future holds, Living; looking around in a constant
Book Profile: Oblivion Written over several years, oblivion traces the journey of author’s first love, as it moves from longing to being to loneliness. Each poem is complete in itself, capturing a singular aspect of love, a petal in its
Love is lifting of spirits and opening of hearts All else is just possessiveness and control All else is just wants and needs All else is just a sense of loss of control All else is just unhappiness and hell
KoKo Ameen, the Jewelry Queen Designs her creations with a sheen, Her bangles jingle-jangle as she Tip-toes through the tangle Of original designs that will be Presented in her one-woman show, Simply entitled, “Ko-Ko Ameen Aglow.” Her originals are in
After a soot rain the grey fear moved centripetally, seeking centrum; thoughts, saffron colored, in the words went mute. You were still searching the head, of a nameless torso, in a heap of your failures. The river had run dry.
Every morning the moon will have regurgitated another piece of my sanity you’re thinking this will be another werewolf poem American raving lunatic pouncing upon unsuspecting prey when shadows are in highest contrast gutting and gorging on the men sniffing
My broken dreams have taught me that the one my heart gained is lost in the swirling tears of my eyes My success in life has taught me that believing in the ability of self matters more than not believing