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A helpless, harsh cry Erupts the neighbourhood Then comes the sound of rumbling As if there is a storm breaking down Our thin walls I listen intently and feel my heart Pound in fear I look around the tiny room
A man’s choice for imperfect specialty Devoid a woman’s continued quest for security Likewise the two waters in diversity. He believes compromise leads to serenity To the long-haired nothing but a fallacy Then why do the waters co-exist in harmony?
The study of history is one of the greatest resources for models and lessons of life. History records a runaway slave who went on to finished college in Ohio. He relocated to Mississippi and became a wealthy planter. He later
In touch with my inner feelings, The emotions of loving and being loved, Spanning from admiration to adulation, Reflecting all diversity of love, With a silent glance, Eyes speaking volumes. A gentle whispering kiss, I flap my wings to soar,
Magnificent silver space suit please; as I journey to a cosmic galaxy full of extraordinary things, Floating endlessly in a kaleidoscopic machine; the void of space is insignificant when light beams, A field of planets to watch as the spaceship
Whereever I go there you follow When in the morning Sun rises you follow me with your height growing taller then mine As the Sun moves up at noon you would walk by my side with your height shrinking in
Words pierce minds like spear hits a beast. The burning passions evaporate in the mist. My body wriggles to straighten from top to bottom For I feel like a burning pipe to burn in ashes But , the incorrigible minds
The mother knows compassion and grants permission the father accepts responsibility and manifests reality the child is born and experiences god directly the adolescent unfortunately forgets its connection to the divine the teacher shares self-evident truths and growth occurs the
Haunting wilderness voices filtered through early morning mist On the shore of the meandering Tulameen River A renegade pack of coyotes, greet the dawning of a new day in Nature’s Pantry Ribbons of orange and gold dancing in the shifting
Black and white, our favorite colors I write to feel alright, but it’ s hard to write right, my favorite duress, its my plight and it lasts all through the night even during the day sometimes, even to date but
When it comes to communication, It is what connects humanity A strong bond that keeps the human race together So different, yet understood communicate orally, non verbally It will make sense, more meaning When spoken, learn it, or sign it
Hands trembling as I write this poem On cold chilly winter morning Dead silence ring in my ear Dim light by the fireplace, Knotted together in this tiny house That we call our own Where love is shown, and hate
Trapped in your body a city starts screaming. The master has broken off a huge iceberg. An Antarctica is burning like hermitage from the spark of a red robe. Lips are riddled with lies. No face is left to smile.
Delhi the mighty city, I love to hate, has withstood time and is steeped in history. With its harsh climate and its harsh reality it doesn’t give excuses, doesn’t sugar coat its being. With pride it says i have it
We are called a “shadow”, they say we should never have existed at first.So they treat us like mere entities that exist only in their dreams, We are called ,’ugly’ because we are black ,because we are different , Our
26th January is our Republic Day, India’s adoption of the democratic way. India founded its own constitution, Concluding its great revolution. Its a day of great victory, Narrating our grand history. Its the symbol of our unity, Despite the spectrum
Make your own footprints in the sand When you walk through life and look back at your path in reflection, You can see the path trodden through the sands in life, footprints in more than one direction. It is easy
Or, at least that’s what you might think. Judgement hurts in too many ways to count. I stand in the local thrift market looking for trinkets and such with my father. He came here to look for vintage picture frames
When darkness comes to town Fond memories die Pathways crumble away The world becomes a shadow When darkness comes to town Your worst monsters rise Demons wreak havoc Souls tremble in fear When darkness comes to town Screams fade to
It was coming up, the politics like dirty sex in tall Parthenium grass. The panther was hiding on a steppingstone watching the hot, field hockey played with skulls of peers. Mauled, the peach skin was entertaining sunlight in the metaphoric
Before sinking to knees. I will talk to flowers. Day of arrival has come. In death, wisdom of trees will eject the seeds of fire on hip-locked roots. A miracle will raise the bones from the rage of crowd. The
It started as an emotion Started seeking attention Growing in proportions Filled with dedication Changed to a feeling Which was appealing Made life compelling As she started believing Progressed to friendship Which felt like kinship And a good partnership With
Her innocence trusted every word that was said, Unaware to a heartbreak she was led. Believing the sugar coated assertions that were spoken would leave her devastated and broken. Did not gauge her simplicity was the deceivers most useful tool,
When temptation comes Smoothness stops A prison is formed Anxious and bored Around the wheel An obstacle feel There is an angle Psychic illness bangle Of stressful thoughts In your accounts Stop all your shouts Temptation now Just let it
Attending your classes, completed a bit syllabus of this subject, Surprising test gives shock in every project Attracting your lecture, impressing of your confidence, Growing of love, console you to be dominance Director of this film, say to never fall,
We seldom expect the unexpected We were preparing to go to work We got agitated for small discomfort We shouted and blamed each other for nothing We felt life is ruined because of our mismatch We prayed this be the
After the rain wets the ground, a damp, naked silence, floats in air on the wrong side of the moon. A strange mist, like a post coital whiff envelops you savagely. The testa breaks. A forest heaves beneath your nails.
Let’s go somewhere far, Somewhere where I’d hold you tight. Hand in hand. Wherever you’d like. Whether train or plane. An automobile or an boat. Either way will be home in justification. Journeying through each other’s eyes, a different aspect
Fernando, I do sincerely extol thee. You were as much passionate in symphony as you were in death, which you faced willfully. Cursed were the cruel war machines that silenced thee. But still to celestial heights they lifted thee. For
Dusted and faded, yellowed and cracked Yet overflowing with forgotten life, There are a hundred souls eager to reclaim The mind’s eye from an almost nothing. Quavering beneath the invisible ramparts And the omnipresent tower. Cold to idealism, yet basks