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Only a reminiscence of the love, the beauty of a feeling shared, A mirthful experience, days of undoubted happiness, Mutual bearing of nature, There when you avouched you would never leave, Those moments when you would hold on so tight,
Knowing you was not difficult; Coming closer to your heart Was tough, but overcoming My nervousness made it easy Just like a deep breath To calm a tempest within. Unknowing you is impossible; More so when you are around, Resisting
do not go the orphean way, he thinks, friends meet as strangers on road, was the absolute absence able to find an air hole? the era of truth dawns too late; calls the windswept moon as a witness, the shuddering
Dearly loved, in your lips; I long to be your flute of love! And wish to be a lotus flower in your beautiful hands! Dreams are unpredictable Horizons become wider; shivering feathers of a Blue peacock looks for the pearl
There once was an imp whose appearance was vain, his behavior was foolish, even his speech and imposing mannerisms were maimed! From those eastern cannibalistic lands afar he and his kind had once been blessed, indentured to serve the superlative
Bodies die of getting envious, seeing the happiness of souls; the souls seem to lead the flowery life of fairies. Seeing it, bodies spread the sighs of hell into their eyes, lips and faces. Their two souls, as it were,
a facsimile of torture candlelit in moony dark i want to unread the anointed death on this tip of an arrow, here it comes the hissed phrase wrenching the gut – for conceptual withdrawl, dawn of dark secrets without footprints
The Violin Maker awakes and heats his glue in a coffee can rigged on a hotplate. He is aged and stiff like his wood piles of it stacked and waiting spruce special ordered from Ohio oak pieces from a broken
Carrying my words in a small jewel box I was listening to silence of falling rain, to heal my truth. A blueberry moon was peeking from behind the hills. Crazy clouds started a celebration. Sometimes you want to stop in
Darkness and quietness all around me Except for your constant tick Doesn’t that painfully prick! So trick the play and take the pause I’ll applause and I swear not to be cross. You always march, night and day Where is
Walked we did, and even talked Feeling that the path was same No object nor purpose ever blocked Till one day with none to blame We realised the parallel paths. I could see the world like you No questions asked,
You know the hardest things in life. Is to be supportive to a person who has serious problems and will not admit in having them. Life is like a streaming water flowing and still but deeper than and angry waves.
Gaze into the mirror at the face behind the mask and wonder if it’s really you, or don’t you dare to ask? Who can know what lies beyond the mirrors fragile face, reflections of another life; another time or place?
Her voice is an awkward drawl among the manifold chatter, the pitch a bit too high to even assimilate in the uniform blather. Her skin is one too many shades darker than the general throng- a constant and incessant reminder
With scrunched and bushy furrowed brow I often ponder the precise circumstances that any thing 2 be born this way as a poker face Tracing back lineage of self or arbitrary individual unpredictable as the Dow Reckoning a series of
(1) At ‘Bab Al-nairab gate’,(1)on a pile of wet smoke, I meet a sackcloth, a muddy bear fur and two women; one holds by her amputated palm the tail of ‘Sayf Aldawla’s(2) robe, the other sings a rocky song. The
Do I appreciate your effort Effort that someone can’t give Do I need to consider all your sacrifies Sacrifies that I didn’t deserve I care for you But, this is not enough Enough to care and loving you Think that
Your friend, my friend… Friends again Who else could share… Our fears, tears, smiles, kisses, memories? Painful time when ours is not No heart, no mind, could replace Your face is all I see Your love, all I need… And
This dawn, the legacy of nights before, Breaks from horizons of the distant past, In land so faraway, on stranger shore, Now gone, but not mementos that still last; Find no memorials proudly hewn in stones, Nor citadels to champion
I see Him standing at the door, waiting Can I cheat him once again? Maybe confuse Him and He might just go away He smiles knowingly One day, someday, I will have to go Maybe not today But yes, definitely
No more to live in earthly mould, Though siblings not bereft ? Despair in me did clasp its hold, My spirit long since left. No funeral pyre, no gaping clay, Not one sad mourning tear, No blood red rose, nor
For a messenger of lies I lay down the script. A kick starts the game. I am the only visitor to the gallery. Kamasutra suicide displayed was a way of expression of a revolt against honour killing of your own
A Four day concert, created by Roberts, Rosenman, Kornfeld, and Lang Was originally supposed be a three-day music festival, and up it sprang But the citizens of citizens of Wallkill, N.Y. did not want their nice quiet town filled With
To the gentle heart, have courage. Through trials and chaos of the ever changing wind- Let your heart be like a river , Ever guided, ever flowing. To the fragile heart, have courage. Through starless and blackened nights That cover
The human? That is not a question mark, but purely a contemplative issue. Dilemma, bridge connecting light from dark. And timelessness, cocooned in timely tissue. Recumbent on duality of mind, pulled multiple directions by his cares, the human, guilty, slumbers
Move on… He said…To where? Asked she That was no pause neither an eternity. When the leaves shone on the path, I was all smiles and lively. Crusty and sleepy eyed, Dreamful of reality. When did sun rise to be
A tribal fear was lurking, behind a surge of emotion. The sun was looking black. A sexual abuse of a quaint flower aborts the fruit. This year we will go hungry. A nascent seed stripped on road- cries for water.