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Every morning the moon will have regurgitated another piece of my sanity you’re thinking this will be another werewolf poem American raving lunatic pouncing upon unsuspecting prey when shadows are in highest contrast gutting and gorging on the men sniffing
On the blue icicles you were colliding with orbiting electrons naked legs on the rocking chair were expecting the visual words to spook for clairvoyance with the sun decline beyond borders my eyes are damp, I know the bottom was
Tonight I’ll drink, I’ll drink tonight to the New Year, to the new “might”, to those who crushed my dreams and flight, to all my hopes that suffered blight. I raise the glass to the New Year, for the new
I want to be free like music. Free like soft tones, melodies, voices, and patterns pulsating together. I want to wake up freed by music in mornings when the mind is slowly, steadily, waking up. I want to be free
In this timeless ethereality where silences build converted assonances and gravitational elapses, I breath your unspoken space within my pollinated reflections… Petalled essences of your insights swing the Eternity on the edge of my second… Echoed Time graciously bleeds rainbows
Did you know your tears break my heart? I see the frown beneath that smile Did you know you can’t see from afar? Staying with what surrounds. Just look ahead another mile They don’t know that you hide in your
Sweet aching sounds come From an unknown land, Breaking the organised chords of life; They enter into pure soul. This sound that was once the melody, The motion which afforded the paused breath A dancing life like a mermaid And
That fake encounter takes place everyday amidst peels of darkness and terror strikes you when you were looking for the healing torch. Clutching the old rags of history I sit on the pyramid of bones: somewhere the sanity puts up
What shall I say to those with pride who too live at the edge with their backs against the fact! Just because you are hurt it doesn’t mean you will become violent! Just because you are shut it doesn’t mean
She’ll only dance as long as you don’t watch her a heavenly symmetry in the distance between elbows, knees. Gravity is only a suggestion while she progresses through nameless steps, her unplucked body stepping across thresholds billions of sisters have
Astounding pride some exude, In reflection of exterior Little do beings ever realize That Master is all superior. The creator scrupulously must have Decanted, and created the imperial nature. Altruistically and artistically HE has scattered, A little of self in
Flying through the clouds of an agitating sky she was landed on the shore of despair. Unknown of the tyrannous rapter the angel became wounded by his erroneous desire. Following the winds of fallacy she got lost among the devils.
Blue diamond rains filigree of golden light so many shades of green. Sun beams on a single leaf. This small star pulsating from my wet apple tree. Bright new leaf fits hand perfectly—the future lies in your palm. After the
Your eyes are like snake so charming and so warming Your gait is like a deer which give impression of beer Your all other body gestures are so daring and alarming I have taken you in being wonderfully near and
Morning came and dreams walked out, A savage life was knocking my door With harsh iron hands holding an unpalatable casket Loading grey flowers of troubles having colorful multitudes Immaterial my blinking desire, my aversion and perturb It ran in
Dawn wings glistened in the sun and the rain A story just rainbows can really explain, When silence is much more than the lacking of sound More an image of beauty that seeks to be found Where the sky meets
New Soul Journey and Angels all around somewhere on the edge of eternity…I turn around to find my guardian holding out his hand then suddenly I am free of this world as pillars of colors rapture me away and so
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
Green earth, blue sky, sapphire sea Longtime a home for life to be Mother of all a vibrant womb Her children awry seal her doom Vast oceans the life-blood of all From its depths the first life did crawl What’s
With so many thoughts buried deep within, But with no words to express her present state, Her heart felt very dry as if it’s wooden. A thousand things,it wants to convey A million words,it wants to say. Still it doesn’t.
As I walked back to my house, i heard a stranger that passed me by mumbling numbly to himself about why a sidewalk will never unfold itself near the end of a routine and then become a fretwork of shadows.
A strong feeling but fading thought An internal battle of something that was lost The sadness sweeps across my body and heart It’s hard to accept I’m a memory, in the distant part But once I claimed your heart It’s
Himalayas, Eiffel tower, water-falls At Nile, the seven geographical And constructive wonders, We had in our childhood texts, Not wonders, they are; just big things; Mountains, water-falls, Eiffel tower, And Great Wall, be erected, more lively; Let it interact with
The day I started writing poetry I stopped reading books As after that I started reading Many other things Like a person, birds and animals Sometimes I read trees, Sometimes a lake, Sometimes the whole nature My games have also
Crush of holy hands on blue skin of a flame was the wet revenge of a withering rose. That defiant streak bursts with knowledge of a sin. White and black, this was me and my unwrapped flesh. Dirty glory of
No barb wire or wall will separate us No passport to identify No entrance fee or currency No politician of Police man to scare our fundamentals No wall clock ticking No alarms disturbing No black man or white man ruling
She is within an ever-lasting atmosphere, She is beneath the never lasting core, She prays, searches, hopes and fights, To find this never lasting door, A door leading to peace and promise, She is running out of time, So why
Siblings will take care of the morgue. I am going to hang my god today. Howling winds are crashing into my breath. In the sea of flags, the white death walks on naked bodies of faith. Innocence will take a
And there I sat at the table without a thing to eat. We often take the sweetest and most precious things life has to offer for granted. The thought persisted. Of all things I decided to bake a pie. All things
I was scrolling through the comments of a YouTube video yesterday, when, A random insult thrown at the YouTuber caught my attention – Aimed at him, was the proverbial swear word, not so subtly cloaked in the sheath called “woman”,
To the spiritually motivated And the highly educated Da Vinci code breakers CSI couch potatoes Murder she wrote Chance takers These rhymes between these lines May be not sophisticated An abuse of poetic freedom This pensome content speculated An artistic