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The day I realised that I’m just like everyone else. Clarity. I spent all my time thinking that I was different, unusual. [Apparently] I thought differently to everyone else. [I] Wanted, needed different things. Craved isolation. Solitude. Peace. Contentment. Simplicity
Conflicted I tried, to comfort, reassure myself, I did not lose, gain knowledge. Yet the sorrow within says differently. This was not love, but dislike for me. Not that it was my reflection, actions of others, my heart tells a
The ghosts of winters past plague my mind with a blissful memory of the first coquettish look and the first breath of her omniscient essence The failure of one’s duty by thine own hand is the blade that cuts the
The Argument The first canto proposes the entire subject matter through the first few lines, where is stated the tragic plight of those English people that went against Hades, the then wicked monarch of England, who, for the proclamation of
Once upon a lonesome January night love called at my door with a valentine. Blinded with ecstasy I gave up liberty- while on duty nesting for my brood. And so this is how I missed all the clues! One day
my father used to tell me that divorce was the process of losing one’s routine. 5:30 came and went without the sound of a familiar rattle from outside the door that came from my mothers keys. last night I got
Feeling a little more strong with his clothes all back on, Harry felt a bit more enthused. He didn’t open his mouth to ask what it’s about, But his mind was no less confused. Then they tied his arms with
Often kith and kin friends and relatives kids and aged would meet either in functions or in funerals of the dead The smiles, the laughs the Ecstasy the warmth, the affection are all there to be seen when participating in
Memories of old, flooding fast through my mind, some tinged with sadness and some, sweet sublime. A fireside reverie shared with eyes so bright, an audience of innocence and excited delight. The crackling logs on the fires of time, little
The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really
time after time I sit and wait for your call pouring from a thick alabaster flask a sip of port think back to a nursery rhyme to evoke lasting feelings intact conclaves of better days with your hand to touch
There is no thought in a fired head; Symphonious splashes of singing color hide in the back behind filling-wander. In luxury his lines moves lead; The thoughtless thick then ambitious brother isolate to suffer in self-shot slander. Then, to suffer
Unpredictable winds swimming all around Relentless in their dance, boisterous and proud Clashing flashes of lights and booming invisible drums Gray painted skies draped in deep purple plums Ballooning over head, swelling ready to burst Parched fields of green awaiting
I give you a shoulder to cry on, endless night talks, lamentations & worries, I have made your problems my burden, support both emotionally & physically, These four walls have seen it all, love, worry, regret & the thief of
Something is lost…I am thoroughly aware The moments of joy disappeared; Something in your eyes tell me What a fool I’ve been…if only I hadn’t believed you… But things have gone too far from trust I never thought it was
Is fleeting, is flighty Is forever, is mighty Is calming, is exciting Is grounding, is intoxicating Makes you smirk, makes you cry Makes you gasp, makes you sigh Makes you swoon, makes you cling, Makes you glide, makes you sing
Watch the people. They are changing right in front of our eyes. Slowly, incrementally, they’re evolving becoming something else, something more, something different. A new paradigm is emerging. Not to many years ago people walked down the street looking straight
am flying very high from this earth, still a paranoid cloud, walking on earth fearing dirt. i admire the spider’s heart, it stays there longer than eyes sees it. survival is the main objective , which tends to fear it.
Conjunction, a simultaneous junction. A mouth with only one function. Complete and utter destruction. Grown up in a black holed suction. No protection. A personal reconstruction through words and action. Put an end to all distractions. Fixation. Concentration. Hate that
It is dancing on waves, Like my mind of thoughts, For survival, Let me reach, At thy beautiful land, Nolhivaram, my land of Livelihood. Thy son, a skylark of Maldivian atolls, Never in touch of earth. Praying thee always, Making
A creepy crawling snake wrapped around a twig slithering its way up the rotten branch.. Remnants of a tree trunk after termites had there way the branch snaps the snake falls down… Creepy crawly snake the vicious venomous snake it
I thought I knew what was best. I walked away as Jesus was calling instead of granting his request. I closed my eyes and ears to what was taking place. I felt there was no reason for running this race.
I have witnessed your tears where autumn has grown Down into the dark deeps of your bantam eyes Final leaf was left behind when all we’re gone When Frost breeze have sing your last night’s cry Black outlined eyes of
Do not stare at full moon. The distance between love and hate has narrowed. Not for the shrunk radiation, sun wants to hide behind the gift of sunflowers. The golden ring on the black finger, I love the death’s cry,
I have found her, The woman that haunts my dreams, In a vacant home with broken beams, She fixed my life like mending seams, And made it bright akin polished rims, I have found her, In an open road that
Hindsight of the past 3 years, Reveal the growth of a new face. The first instance of accidental “touch”- Perhaps Fate knocking on our doors. There onwards, The pages of my journal Were crusted with memoirs That stirred the soul.
Trapped in staircase, huddled in dark, you cannot go up. you cannot go down. The succession wars have started again. Bending the laws, molesting, disowning. The predator will get away eating the gold, the paradise. You are left with the
You’re inside a reality as dripped by Jackson Pollack everything guided, everything only seeming accidental. Straight lines eaten by curves and color as a sense of inevitability. Somehow it turns out as thousands of interlocking narratives, never a single start
The spirit flows, Down the aisle of believers, It contorts and goes, Into the hearts of gracious receivers, The reading is a lament, Over a loss of accepted vigor, With which it has departed a certain consent, In the disrespect
Champagne bubbles , Glasses tingles I hear cheers of joyful mingles, Toasting to they who lives for gingle . Dance with me under the moon light, Fall on my lips your crystal drizzles , molten in your arms as I’m
So melodious my heart Still holds on to you, Fountain of colors in your smile After the waves of silence, Your whisper upon the soft breeze Chase away all my memories, Tender feelings dwell within Many words go unspoken, I