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You are a worthy brainy I am a worthless dummy You are blessed with happiness I am bestowed with sadness You shed tears of happiness I Cry tears of sadness You have risen to the skies to occupy top position
Getting into the room of a poet is like entering the cell of a prison unknowingly the prisoner… but you must keep quiet… because, such is the freedom of being kept behind bars, myriads of butterflies of freedom sleep there
Waiting at the station for the train, My little brother asked “WHO ARE THEY?” Oddly dressed, Men on saree’s, Masculine voice, clapping all their way? He looked perplexed.. A spark of astonishment on his face.. Observing them for a while,
She smiles in your face so pretty, But her intentions are dirty, Because behind your back it’s another story, And she talks out your business like it was history, So stop telling her things about you that are confidential, Because
Round and round the garden lost in despair Fur wet with tears is a suicidal teddy bear The children have grown up and there’s no one left to play Everyone has forgotten this was his birthday No more hugs and
I’ll start with some foundation for this provides my base, It helps hide any blemish that I find upon my face, It smooths out any wrinkles, it softens up my skin, I need to match the shade I need before
Watch the people. They are changing right in front of our eyes. Slowly, incrementally, they’re evolving becoming something else, something more, something different. A new paradigm is emerging. Not to many years ago people walked down the street looking straight
Oh as delicate as a rose in full bloom As delicate as a multicolored butterfly Could this be the dream I dream of With both eyes opened wide oooh Makes my heart go boom, boom, boom… Every time you hold
I am quiet. I am the observer amisdst the chaos, I am beneath the shallow water, Below the deep oceans, Where solace and peace settle, Making the place their home. I am quiet. I do not need any justification to
The path disappears under the foot. Gently I lay down the book and start reading the blank page. Stainless thoughts.I strip to root. A stunning revelation about a tinned dialogue. Blue hydrangeas were telling something. It was time to become
The debate has been raging for centuries. Where do we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going? Is there a Creator? We look around and see created things, intricate, complicated, sophisticated things. Creationism, evolution which one is
Time drifted us, Love lost its charm, Self replaced ‘together’, Ego took over command, The bygone torments its very existence, Wish we could give it a second chance. A magical world surrounds, Mysterious yet beautiful A castle we build, of
I was painting my dreams red and blue on the floor with the crayons, Confidently humming to myself composed tune That’s when a formless form sat beside me It stared at me, I stared it back, and we stared each
The advent of the new Century, Brought rapid strides in Technology. Obsolete, became MS DOS, Replaced now, by Windows. Standalones got wired, through LANS, On-line, real-time, brought WAN. Close on heels, came E-mail, To see information Sail. Mere surfing of
Open the door and usher in some light watch the dismal darkness fade away. Question your sorrow, your beliefs, ponder what was good, forget the bad. Bury the visions that haunt you, they are but ghosts of time gone by.
School is considered as the second home to which many children for their future come, taking the first step of their life to become a hero in the strife A place which teaches us to dream, A place which reflects
Frustration, misery, Swelling deep inside of me. Suffering, growing large in my heart. It’s bursting at the seams. It grows ever so heavy. Too heavy for my shoulders to bear. It explodes with sorrow, grief, and shatters into pieces. Pieces
I tried mending broken glass and then asked myself why me.. I tried making grass greener on my barren fence and then asked myself why me.. I tried sowing the same plant when it was already dead and then asked
Once it touches it savors, A specialty or a perfect taste, A succulent prep it favors, Abhors that morsel gone waste. Inferno, when spruced with spice Addictive, when trickled sweet, Arctic, when met with ice, Articulate, when prudent and upbeat!
You come before me, my dream As morn comes in all its glory Smiling, blushing and mesmerizing Your eyes that hide a thousand feelings I espy them, read their message Some dark truth they seem to hold Veiled in smiles,
Death; The Dealer of the final deck of life. No hidden agendas, just a cold slate to wipe. With hand and sword or with rock and stone, with shaft sailing deadly through grey skies, alone. The smarter the weapon, the
I have just received a call from him, the unemployed educated youth, has come out of his house. He must be standing on a bus stop, in the busy hours of the Saturday evening. The whole world suffers from the
When you wake up. Is it worth it. Facing another day. Feeling nothing but psychological pain. Feeling like no one cares about you. Thinking that your life is worthless. Feeling that your insignificant. Knowing you have freinds but feeling alone.
My heart is destitute for romance and passion I am uneasy in my skin of night blue out of balance way out there I’m insecure and wayward see people connecting I am alone except for my immediate family-a few friends
In ranks and strange constellations Neighborhoods bunch like uneven muscles On the elbow of a river that smells Of cypress and motor oil. They contain buildings you’ll never live in Houses you will never enter Even if every night was
Life is a pendulum That swings between Life and death With rhythm of the heart Open to the river of life Fling into its music Each passing moment Spicing up life with love Life is not infinite Every skip of