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Innocent inside the circle, you reached nowhere. Dirty hands on the knob kept the century locked. Carbon footprints were deepening under the sun, blue bird circling in vain. The jealous moon exiled to black hole. The dust of the brutal
Melting into this monotonous moment The faded clock twists into oblivion Sweet distortion echos, so very potent As I ponder my made decision Choices tangle into my deep dark fate As I deeply dwell on these many past mistakes I
They are treated as mere numbers of human consequence, dotted ubiquitously on the front pages of tabloids and newspapers. They are figures that scatter my article weekly- seemingly just another number that the eyes will so casually scan over. Sometime
It’s not just you, it’s also me. Why ‘s the all world tired of me? I’m not certain of my attitude, That’s the reason for distortion of my gratitude. I’m more random than a dice. It’s just six faced ,
Dream to shine, like a meteoric and dazzling son, To remove the darkness from the universe, So never stop dreaming, to accomplish your aim. Dream to pluck up courage, to be bold enough, To force the windstorm, to change its
(with words borrowed from Cyril M Kornbluth) in molten silver beyond reckoning you watch clouds float beneath your eyelids your tongue crushes grapes until they pour gold and you forever taste the song of peacocks making melodies for the morning
Poison arrows shot at me From where did it come I didn’t see It pierced me in the back Filled with great pain It felt like a needle though, not quite the same As the words hit like darts It
Far away in a world of my own, lost and can’t be found Gone in a moment with the wind,top speed, heading for a brick wall A war in my mind as I try to unwind with a bottle of
Well there is more to me than meets the eye but it seems like nobody can see the beauty inside…I’m so sick and tired of players and their games it’s enough to make you wanna give up on love but
In the beginning flowers used to blossom The flowers never worried about winter The vivid spring was there to welcome the bees Man later grew wise in Eden Nature got poorer and poorer , trees were cut down Our owned
Happy Mother’s day… Read it slowww-lyy, Here I am loneee-lyy, Writing a song for my mother Mom. Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Beautiful days, dull sunrays, The time is fleeting like tides and waves. Far from home, living alone, Writing a
I have no hi-fi desire, To overcome the mountains. I have no hi-fi desire, To bring draught to the water filled oceans. I have no hi-fi desire, To tread beyond the dark clustered clouds. I have no hi-fi desire, To
Whenever I sit beside you, I can’t stop losing myself, I am all numb seeing you in front. But when I leave you for home I feel drugged in your absence. you know what then? You is you, what all
Broken bottles and shattered pieces of glass Used up polybags tossed on the grass Once, tress towered high above Trunks bared professed love Birds chirped from the sights unseen But now all gone ! paper joined pollutions team Vehicles pumping
I want to say thank you mama I want to say thank you papa For having me born in this time So i could meet this woman and Make her my Valentine Now it’s up to me to be Tender,
The problems she has are real soft fronds of fruiting vines lick up the tears from her forehead each wonders which is upside right earlier she was harried into the rental car wishing only to idle but parents have a
Will you save me when I take the call of the lake? The swishing depth was inviting me for a plunge in the purple pool. How deep was the pain of a mountain? The domain was again ailing with subtle
Running from something better to leave it unnamed cold water muddy stream, convenience food wrappers in a kind of marketing survey, neons washed out pink and peach among moss wet rock and metal bridge stanchion rising a splayed hipbone from
Thou art light of heart- Radiance of soul That which has become perpetual in me Is the pleasure of thy embrace- All noble men taught to world thy reverence- We possess the most precious- Is nothing but thy joy- The
When I look into life When I look back Memories haunt me When I look ahead Dreams seem untrue Sideways seem so narrow Stuck is my breath Stuck is my life My integrity Oh life in your clutches!
Every day time seemed to fly.. When you clinked the keys, did I realize, That it was time for that goodbye. All I wished is the time to halt or reason enough to stay.. You tapped the boots and took
The elevator smells like a woman I knew for a day back when I wasn’t such a behemoth could resist the mouth-temptations of savor and texture it was a bar and I was under-age but no one spotted the guilty
Love offers countless tears To bemoaning lovers with grieving affairs, As it’s roaring past them in whimsy rides And fades away to deceiving dale. Still the men plant the trees In zone safer And hope to flower them In fancied
Well and there is a LOST SEA Somewhere running through The crystal caverns down and Around the foot hills of the Appalachian Mountains… I remember some kind of strange Indian folklore from many lifetimes Lived before, you look into my
A double minded man is unstable in all his ways, His trials and tribulations shall rule his nights and days. Like the sea driven by the winds and tossed, His very own soul will be his final cost. He wants
Deep down the sea In the dense forest Where I live alone The birds do not chirp The songs are not sung The tears do not flow The silence prevails everywhere The death makes its sound I still try to
Society … A place where some people still suffer , you see the gap between the top and jeans but not between the blouse and peticote , guys are you blind or duffer ? Boys can actually disturb the whole
She told me I was right for her And that was my curse, I knew I was just there when I’m needed But I never kept my promises too Do they miss me when I’m gone Secretly, maybe they do
When I close my eyes at night there is darkness. When my eyes open in the morning there is light. I pray that the world will experience a brightness of fortitude where all men, all women, and all animals can
My wife gasps in pain there’s a dog running toward us down the highway median traffic is lurching the sun sits a dog’s head above the southern horizon Thanksgiving is tomorrow we have to turn time into distance the car
How fun is it? sitting together and to eat watching south Indians eating curd rice north Indians bringing potato with extra spice so many different cultures so bright fulfilling their born appetite some eat vegetarian while some are non vegetarian
Mr.I is gone and the city of Detroit is in a hurt But baseball fans will just rub their hands in the dirt The Detroit Tigers of 17’ are on the prowl It’s gonna be an exciting spring when they
The Koreans are trading artillery shots a few more young lives shredded all those safe old crows remaking nests eyes so dark you can’t see them when they shift focus you think they’re watching your hands until you feel a
Duke of the East, O righteous Khalīfah! Thou reign with the divine inspiration. Thou art a holy leader, As the Book of the Prophet states. Successor of the decent Muḥammad. “Blessed are thy deeds,” Thy loyal subjects pray to the
The weather is not letting me sleep in peace, Humidity seems monsoon’s closest niece. Last two days I am kept awake all night, And had to tolerate an absconded fight, With the humidity that prevails till now, I have to
Make a wish and place it in your heart And hope that it comes true Sometimes to make a wish and keep it Is all that you can do Live every moment in your life And give it all you’ve
I will think of you At nights when my heart carries the heavy weight of death For breathing has no place without a face And I will think of you When courage refuses to let disappointments win And rivers were
Those moments waiting for which was taking a life time, those moments have come and gone, those moments when two souls became one, those moments when they heard each other’s soft moan, those moments when they thought each other they
Facing the wrath of the blazing Sun, She, with her tangled hair, toothy smile, deeply lined face ; in a coarse cotton and battered bag, walks through the lofty gates of a mansion ; A fine blend of art, wealth
She is the elegance, She is the start, She is to burn, And let others be the star! She is the power, She stays in every heart, She is to spread glory, Through whuchever corner she pass! She is to
