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I wanted to write something But my brain refused to spare anything I got agitated and start searching some others’ brain for lending I did get a brain dead man who was sleeping but found him to be still breathing
Making promises is his habit Violating is his nature Traits make one like him Why then the feelings capture. Recoiling of impatient intestines Swings of heart, jumps of spirits Chest throbbing with impatience Is the specific poser that hurts? For
Two flailing oiled chotis slap me out of stupor. The Goddess arches out hinged at the pole, her saucer hands clasped below mine. A hooting call answered with crystal stare from wide apart eyes that grazes my shoulder, wounding me.
The boomerang bird is back with us again, the tireless sickle, slashing swathes of wind inflicting wounds with wicked scything wings, shrieking summer’s swift ecstatic pain. It flings itself at frightened insects, flies on whittled blades, deadly smooth and fast,
Two hearts met first time in the college To begin an unhackneyed relationship Together they had a cup of coffee Together they studied in library The friendship grew into love one day Together made many promises to keep And vowed
t Happiness descends on me Seeing floating clouds in the sky Flying birds fascinate me Seems with them as if I fly. Flapping wings of butterfly Are soporifically gratifying Seems with them As if I am merrily gliding. Bubble-bees humming
Sat outside beneath a starry sky, with a favourite glass of wine With the silver glow of moonlight, oblivious of time Your hand is held in mine, the special intimacy of touch Just sharing conversation, times like this I love
Vane glorious and absolutistic, though I defiantly, cavalierly, and blithely attest Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy mine acidic breast houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic, barbaric, and bubonic cannibalistic demons within thy safely guarded Pandora chest atomic cesium clock timed to
The innocent and lovely creatures are crying, crying bitterly every moment, For their beauty is their curse; One can not listen to the cry, As it is disgracefully buried by the devils in the inaccessible depth of the secret world,
On this so cold night Laying alone I ponder How warm the bed would have felt With you having in here. Your legs wrapped around mine Spooning, curves settled so perfect That’s why it’s said “made magically for each other”.
True and sacred relations are made for each other Two hearts met first time in the college To begin an unhackneyed relationship Together they had cup of coffee Together they studied in library The friendship grew into love one day
At the end of the elated visit Around the mind moving marble mausoleum -Taj Mahal I was unconvinced to leave and got a place to sit As excited to enjoy the environment, withal It was the inside on the right,
He’s a very famous actor who married an ordinary woman and while he spends his days honing his body for the kind of violent pornography they pay him to discharge, learning to compress his abdomen to crush walnuts spit out
Puffy and white clouds float, On a cool breeze of endless hope, Shape shifting to natural winds, Against the horizon, powerless to pretend… Transparent from close, Cloudy from far away, Is it specific to a clear, Cloudless perfect day… Are
A weeping willow was telling a trove of memories, for an ancient provenance where the lake sleeps. Why the sheen of water brings out ephemerality of ‘if’. You want to take a holy dip, never to come up again in
The infinite, I am Wish to fly ahead Towards the limitless cross all the boundaries. Down to the ground And again to rise up I am, like a butterfly With fearless freedom. Want to taste the freedom To think, speak
They tell me that I’m “glowing” and all I can reply, Is “thank you” with a great big smile, For I’ve found something money can’t buy, Finally my life feels worthwhile. They tell me I’m “looking well” and all I
One night I had an uneasy dream I was at Mother’s Wake A woman entered the viewing room I wanted to scream It was my Deceased Mother Followed by her Dead Sister Stella A third woman without a face Carried
(With a cup of coffee in my hand, looking out the large window, there could be no other thought on my mind, but to write on this beautiful vision) The dainty flurries, swiftly flooding the skies… Snowy pearls, golly what
Someone dropped a gun in the crowd – it clattered like candy garish glare of night-time marquees scent of every onion in the world sautéing adults walking on, a mobile forest of legs intent on getting somewhere doing something a
That roasting night when honeyed moon hung high weaving a humming sound I spoke to clouds. It happens every night, when smoke rises to discover the pain of a falling star. I start making a god from earth and water.
While my ten fingers are busy forming the letters into words, A thousand thoughts forming in my mind as it creates something to accord. A tons of things to ponder and wonder, A lot of imaginations to expand and discover.
In longest night of pitch-dark space you disappear like an arrow. No star brightens your face. Rumor was cruising like a bat on streets to capture the gullible victim on winter solstice. The snow was falling like sorcery. A little
Celestially blessed heavenly anointed. With paths defined singularly pointed. Bliss known a virtue for which most pine. Sharing and caring are similarly divine. A few stick through a lot along get lost. For all choices errant, dearer proves cost. Do
Infantile air so clear and White gathers the dust of time gliding over paddy, inspiration, fish hooks, and moons Painting lullabies for lovers; Time gets younger, memories merge from bays to dried eyes as Hearts get heavier, healers hail the
Watching the charred remains of the toys you want me to search for another house. Eventually I decide to go for a voiceless door. Who was calling whom? Eternity hurts me. I want to come to a stop, pause for
You forgot the lines and lineage. Getting all or nothing, pulling away at the umbilical cord, seeking liberty to commit a sin or feeling liberated after committing the sin. The tone embodies the elopement, unbound, to invent the disorder and
I look through my window and like what I see Clear blue sky soaring high above me The air so fresh and a pleasure to breathe Fluffy white clouds made of what you believe Beneath the canopy of life-giving wonder
Walking along this isolated path again, Treading heavily on those pavements once more; The Eternal Stream has had it slain. The rocks and pebbles have withered away along this shore. In ruins,are those hamlets far away. Desolated are those fields
So melodious my heart Still holds on to you, Fountain of colors in your smile After the waves of silence, Your whisper upon the soft breeze Chase away all my memories, Tender feelings dwell within Many words go unspoken, I