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I thought you would walk behind, but you went ahead. I felt your place is at home, but you went to rule the world. I believed knowledge is my domain, but you invaded that terrain. I was conditioned to believe
11 There is living after death, there is death before life, Ordinary living which is in scrambles of destituteness, Destituteness of idealism, of knowledge meaningful, of utter candidness. Dull realities of weeds, weeds of rampant ignorance, averment Of void words,
This overwhelming emptiness: something to present allegorical, figuratively, which is not here. Vultures were coming back. A stimulating dialogue must start to release the hostages of unknown fears. The menacing fog was towering over statements. Everything was turning into coal
That fierce winter night I was passing through the dense forest what a terrible night of winter it was black clouds had covered moonlight woods was plunged into complete darkness and capped by the terrible silence sometimes frightening voices of
It’s chilly and cold but Elaine I know You drizzle in the rain but never show Shrouds a tear shed by the raindrops Which fall from the cloud crying loud Howls the wind but Elaine I know Roars your heart
Life is a myriad of vicissitudes Leading us along diverse avenues There is longing with great expectation obsessed with desire for consummation sometime reaching heights of joy untold Then abysmal periods when misery unfolds Usually settling on a level void
JUST BECAUSE WE’RE OVER Doesn’t mean we still can’t Be friends, JUST BECAUSE WE’RE OVER doesn’t mean We can’t still get together And have some fun every Now and then… After all the years we shared Together it would be
I wake up to cobble stone steps, And the smell of decadent crepes! Next thing I know, I’m sipping Chardonnay, While the harmonica in the background, plays. I’m cycling through fields of sun-kissed vines, With picturesque views, I’m cheerily entwined.
Ready, set, go! When I am down and gloomy, When my head feels not-so-roomy, I set my internal clocks And fade out conception blocks. A small lantern can light up the night, And a different point of view can make
When I am alone in the ocean I can hear the echoes of my thoughts; they reflect off of seamless undulations of the majestically powerful sea. The alluring waves placate my subconscious – as if a doting mother rocking a
Light of illumination filled the tiny vortex of my mind A world colored river earth cloud and storm Forestry crosswinds and fire Ah natural madness beautiful madness A sweet perfect chaotic choir So I can drown snug in a sublime
A face unbeknownst – belying recognition, To create mighty buildings is his mission. With caring hands does he mix, The cement and mud that he spreads over the bricks. Over his head he carries, The stones brought from the quarries.
Just unbound, the death rate. Red roses had no qualms. Numbers, unapologetic, they die or commit suicide. Death had no tombs. One by one they cross the stream, sinking half, floating half in a cynic system, heedless, emaciated, eyes looking
when death takes off its stockings it reveals it has the legs of a lady. not just desiccated femurs – luscious calves and plump thighs, the kind that would make noted drunken poets claw free from the grave and wolf
The body was arched in a denial mode on the rose bed, unsettling human emotion in the train of lots. A broken chain of thoughts outranking the holiness of crime. I am not getting the signals of fire, sparks or
Walking there on those roads, you were coming with someone else… Its funny how life unfolds, even the best of the efforts fail…! How quickly you moved on, while I still am where I was before… All by myself, alone,
Ideology of life For every husband and wife Is to be sincere Direct and clear As simple as give So that children live Grow and endure With minds so pure Righteously think right Stars of the night Spreading light to
Been climbing every mountain And crossing every stream Been dreaming of this pleasant land And of things I’ve never seen Been hanging onto cliff tops Been wobbling on the bridge Been stuck in every canyon And jammed in every ridge
One day we all are going to die, but without women the world can’t multiply. Don’t you know us women are so delicate, in our own way we’re all exquisite. Although there’s no such thing as a perfect couple, us
Love is laughter. Love is knowing that you have someone to turn to. Love is looking at her and thinking she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Love is being silly sometimes, but that makes you love her more.
A frequency traveling, when parallel a vibration, oneness that awakens, Such a Miraculous sensation. As Colors of light we shun, a karma left undone. Waves rolling ashore, the hand at which is born. Crustacean of the night, one day take
Someday Someday I’ll wake up before the alarm Kiss your forehead while u sleep in my arms Flip our pancakes Focusing for my ambulance You will change bad to good. Give teens another chance. Showing the light thats inside Leading
Only a few can understand the melancholy of the Moon That shines different and lonely among countless stars But the flowers are always sad in the sunrise, sprinkled with tears After listening all the painful secrets. On this huge chaos
I thought I would fall, but there was an invisible wall… remember that scary doll, then I could hardly crawl… I thought I would fall, but there was an invisible wall… Everything was strange and new, mom I was looking
It’s a strange relation that we share, Strangest of them, but we dare To look at each other in the eyes And tell our hearts all those lies. But we have no promises to keep, No selfish meanings to reap.
Why can’t we think about others before thinking about ourselves, why should it always be Me, Me, Me…it’s a crying shame people are too self-absorbed these days to care about anything else, now I’m not saying it’s that way with
Welcome,welcome,welcome, Welcome to Paradise Welcome to Nainital. A heaven on earth, Sun-kissed mountains. Yachting,boating on serene lakes, The charming lakes and splendid landscapes. The most beautiful romantic place, In the Lake District of India. Nainital is the Majestic Queen of
What we do today will be planted for life and soon cultivate Hopefully into something we love and pray we’ll not hate It could be for someone we know or soon gladly meet Always treading fertile ground on our swift