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A hand without fingers draws a self-portrait. Faceless, only eyes glaring like bucketfull of burning coals. Was it not enough to call ‘wolf’. The pain scorches the compound where the blood of innocent flowed because somebody was burning woods. The
She drags her tired heels across the tainted floor Her poise held taut though her back is sore She holds on her face a cold marble stare A hard life engraved upon cheeks once so fair Her movements; once grace
A 21st century apostle strove to ease our appalling quandary ameliorating the sensation sans being caught between the devil and the dark blue sea, This tethered to the oblate spheroid earthling doth strive toward savoir-faire re: As the fickle finger
Well and it seems everybody must be doing their last Minute Christmas shopping today So now I avoid the interstate after the standstill I was In this morning I’ve heard your new hit song on the radio twice already Babe
I feel like the mist – drifting through the air, With no purpose but to fog your vision while you stare, Then dissipate when the sun breaks through, Nowhere to go or be – something you once knew, So insignificant
Count it my pleasure to behold your eyes, As my future therein, I used to see, None as wondrous did nature yet devise, That was endeared by half as much, to me; The special twinkle that there so I find,
That vibration has come again if I were a car a driver might say there’s an issue with the spark or with the compression because judging from the size of my tank there’s plenty of fuel I’m suffering from disjointed
A meaningless void, Festering inside of me… An uncontrollable urge, That no one can see… It brings me down, binding me in chains… Though it seems unreal, But it hurts and it pains…!! Loneliness remains my friend, Though I want
Friend of the night, come with me, The moon has closed its eyelid, The night is like the pitch; Come on sleepy streets Like coiled snakes, hibernating In the shade of houses like the crenels Of a fortress desolated by
Flowers that stay in bloom A clock turning in a silent room Walls make barriers cocoon Raging waters soul consume Fighting warrior killed so soon Physical entity mind atune Falling leaves autumn tomb grey sky smell sweet perfume purple dandilion
She is silent, He is silent, But the silence is broken, And the eyes are doing their work, A beautiful heart in love, Is reflected in the eyes. She knows it well, He knows it well, Then why this refrain?
As a result of abundant endowment, A state in nature, ensured of security A stage of impasse had we reached, Below which a formidable breech, The means of effectiveness without, Our primitive tools of war betrayed. Despite the valour we
Laying here in the darkness Listening to the wind All is quiet Nowhere is there a sound I’m remembering all our memories The many of us laughing and smiling The few of us crying and silent So many memories all
four poems on the nightstand written on cigarette paper they could be linked together into a manifesto with patience with skill and a fingernail of spit all the things you thought about me you were never shy about dishing out
The nowhere road the nowhere road going for a very long walk down the nowhere road. What do I see, what do I see? Going for a very long walk down the nowhere road. Wild wild flowers, wild wild flowers,
I spent my soul on all the things That mattered to me the most, Like filling in the gaps between Shattered windshield of a moving car While letting my fingers bleed and hurt And pain soar from the inside, Dripping
That kind of kiss and runoff. Why don’t you concede to the fraud? It was a haunted dilemma, kidnapping of a verdict. Dinosaurs were wiped out by a clean sweep of a meteorite long back, millions of years. Now, present
Rebirth of an anxiety, of an abstract thought, takes on the impossible of something left between false and true. Out of spite some body was betraying the life. A bodiless lie becomes an imposter beats the truth and walks away.
The little shadow walked into her lonely world, his eyes candid, covered in a helmet, he looked onto hers. Into that dark, holy night of a love unfelt that swirled, Her eyes wandered and recalled “dear love bereaved”, the echoing
Looking for each other Hands trapped in long tresses, mouths thirstily biting other’s words even before on the lips to be born, eyes looking the zenith in other’s eyes’ depths – the thirst for each other is relentless and it
I left that red rose in her dressing desk But found in the evening as untouched but dried Tho’ I reminded not to forget among her other task Unable to control emotions, my soul too cried I just asked her
The user keeps robbing the soul. The circulation of lies spinning the arrow my way. Why can’t love be reciprocated? Agony plagues the heart. Deception hovers over the mind. Why the heart and the mind cannot be at peace? The
When I flew into a storm my words collided with thunder and stars fell on ashes of dead. I wanted to scream. Seeking a freeze on past.Future was stretching its arms. A calling.Erratic explosions? The ruins were becoming worthy of
My every utterance is a lie, forged in silence, it is I who steals and plunders gold and silver. My pact is with the darkness. Wounds and blows, I have dealt, yet no remorse have I felt for sons mangled
Let the mourner be Let the grief burst forth overflow the barricades snap the cords asunder rise from the depths of the Being Let the mourner be Let him throw open the floodgates of sorrow weeping is but natural for
Not far away from today, Awaits a distant future… But at what price we move, Hurting mother nature….! Waging wars for nothing, Slaughtering innocent souls… Just to entertain, Our mindless goals…!! Shame on you – oh humanity, For being so
In the forest the summer steam retreats Confusion breaks like a fever, sudden Relief flooding the mind with quiet murmurs A symphony of whispers cover the screams And tears evaporate as the cry dies on your lips The shadows listen
The feel of leaf dust, Shreds rustling around, The sight of falling leaves, unencumbered my senses. Standing bare at some places, Orange and yellow in some corners; Trees, like traveling artists, Put on colorful plays, Changing attire at every stage.
Autumn is our conscience. Vast expanse of blue sky nurses it, white clouds occasionally cover it up, cool air quickly cleans the blockade. Autumn is short lived. It wears peaceful colors. Monk like contemplation wraps it up by logic and
What is music, one questions It’s something beyond the most vivid imagination Beyond the golden shine of the daffodil fields at sunset With their faint reflection in the crystal blue heavens above About the cherry rosettes delicately sewn on a
It seems like he is punished Everyday when he returns from work His face drained, reflecting the fatigue of the whole day. He hardly has time to smile But I know he wants to smile When he leaves in the
Billions of billboards and floods of commercials Bombard and pollute young minds and our values Where social vices overwhelm visual material So, what are standards of beauty and virtue? Is beauty really only skin deep, let the young ones judge.