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A short poem wondering on the aspects of fame. A rock-star husband leaves childhood sweetheart, his wife, during his heydays, only to find that destiny often misleads, when things have to go wrong. Those loving, beautiful eyes of yours.. Oh,
Let’s paint these walls red, With the blood of our dead. Of the lost and wounded, the sad and depressed. Let’s paint that chair green, With the leaves of the trees. The trees cut down, every day, week, month, year.
We live amongst a sea of façades, Of faces gone faceless and drowning In beliefs that we, the fallen angels Have somehow, some way become Gods. We live in a world where on city streets Litter becomes its own kind
Look into my eyes when you’re close to me: I want to lose myself in deeper waters than the sea, To drown me in heavens more distant as the farthest star, To feel that finding myself is not something impossible!
Heart beats say knock knock Feeling the sentimental shocks Listening to the bells of love clocks Silently progressing those tic toks Those lips and their locks Smokers’ lips and the romantic lip locks! Belladonnas are dancing with blazing frocks Birds
I wish to be loved by a man Like never ever he loved any Like that before The tender touch should Shake my life and soul within And happily I should ensconce myself Within himself His love must be that
This precious leafy lettuce green is much less known than others, but beats them all by very far, for all the field it covers; Its greatest use turns out to be, a must for one good salad, and praises for
At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted
The night was never caught so clear Each star was cast so crystalline, So much wrapped in black velvet shade Like moments clad in silken sheen, And evenings’ artists drew their pictures With their quill dipped in lunar ink With
Beyond life… Beyond love… I could have staked shortcuts… But preserverance stood me upright… With hope of life… Hope of love… That kept it all alive… Alive in wonders… Of painful trauma… Paralysed in thoughts… Paralysed in acts… But still
I was basking in the glorious Sun, when that delicate creeper tapped at my feet and innocently smiled, said it’s called Love. It promised me sweet smelling blossoms everyday, its weightlessness around my body, if I nurtured it with attention
Your window was very small. Why did not you throw the dice? Walk away without a want? I had no courage to tell the lies, to hold the secrets of brave tears, which failed to live in red-bricked house. And
The once clean and pure waters of the ocean, Pure, What does that even mean? Where whales, dolphins, fish swam freely, With the course of nature and life. No interference by humans. The ocean is as beautiful as wild animals
Separated by months and eight thousand miles making love to you is an impossibility like painting a hangar with a pallet knife clearing four feet of snow with a soup spoon yet one day you arrive and we meet always
As I stand here today Scared of my own shadow Afraid of the evils hands beyond My heart goes back in time When I walked down the road free Smiled at strangers Dressed as I pleased Labels were limited to
Tongues intertwined Skin on skin Soul on soul Gazing into each others eyes Hurtling out of control The moment has passed The souls are apart The hunger long gone They now go through life With comatose heavy hearts Each struggling
When moon rises in the sky, and the dark night gets darker. When silence is the all that surrounds, and in the middle, howl of hounds. When people sleep, but their dreams awake, when reality hides and rises the fake.
What is it that is plaguing me, Like a knotted maze, Slicing my very core, Into tiny shreds of agony, Haunting the soul with its echoes? Could a bond just melt, Into nothingness, Like a kite that cuts off, On
Far before the time we’re in, a tribe had lost their Khoisan king, who led his tribe, and led him well, compassionate king with love for all, for he made sure they’re nicely fed. For this king was a thoroughbred,
From the dizzy heights of my blind, blind love, From the darkest abyss of my sins, From the broken shards of your words that hurt, From the silence throbbing madly in my ears, From the rotten skin that I’ve been
The mood was vile and monstrous, Gloom hung in the air, Walking on fragile cracks of emotion, Dare I speak in converse. Ridiculous to feel fearfulness, Of someone who holds envy within, Can we guide this competitor, To overcome the
Each day was not so different, But one fine day everything started to take on colours The world seemed to be a beautiful place to live on, But this lasted not long. Leaving all his promises, He bade you a
Money too much, children’s laughter; Fall apart beneath the moonlight. Make me cry tears of blood, ever after; I think I want to die tonight. Dog bite scar puts pain to skin; Leave it out and let me in. Kiss
Through the window, I see the bare trees. I hold hands of family members—not my Family—of which they are unaware. Truly. Sadly. We celebrate with champagne And shrimp cocktail. Their warm welcome Chills my bones. With each sip Of champagne,
“What is it that makes you flabbergasted, my dear mortal? This isn’t for the first time you’ve been throttled by the fear of demise” says the death angel while ripping apart my bones. “Why am I still remain, to you,
Memories of pine strewn air Of long ago On those cold early mornings Enrich the day with color Confiding in childhood once again Warms the heart in an insecure world Tethered by arms of history Entwined by a web of
There are some things I have come to believe. Believe me when I say, I am not deceived. Sometimes the good die young, and never receive. Unfairness exists, and persists, though ill conceived. Sometimes everybody gets pushed around, or cheated.
How frail, in truth, is the world that we tread The captains and kings predicting calm seas ahead As they’re riding high, upon their silver spoons Laughing, as below the world withers; dying blooms How thin the membrane of life’s