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Efficient and hard working gets appreciation Appreciation induces one to excel Getting repeated appreciation turns into addiction Appreciation in open may cease but it may be in abundance in silence When addicted , ,lack of appreciation in open may doom
Imagine, if we get a chance to see in future of million year ahead World will look completely different and It would be difficult to find from today’s world to attach any thread We will have new civilization growing with
Never, in all the pointless days I have worked here Has the air ever been so dull and depressing It tasted warm and metallicdisstopea But not in a good way I turned up early this morning I mean, I hate
I toil ceaselessly in the Summer, to store in barns beneath the Earth for the winter. I get scorched by the tropical Sun for a colony made sufficient, yet without exhaustion, for my instincts make me efficient. I gather, heap,
Dark blue sky falls into night, an ever-glowing heart-filled twinkles sparkling with the help of the moon labyrinthine, neatly quintessential resplendence laying heavenly across the sky.. Old wise owl sings inside an old oak tree with orange-yellow red leaves, wind
The scenes of human sufferings Are more apparent in the world Than all the boastful shows Of power,riches and pelf . We see a few rolling in wealth, While millions in penury and want suffer The rich inventing new ways
Slither into my skin, Draped in this night absorbing the mist, tasting my sweat and blood and painting your face in my wetness! While crossing the road to the sun You can’t leave my lusty fiddles kissing your bewitched lips…
You thought they would open if you knock tapped gently with your down eyelashes small bud of a girl without home but churches don’t have eaves to shelter you from rain and big houses have their big dogs running free
Words …… They are there! Deep inside Ready to give voice. They want to be like caresses, Words of joy and happiness, Softness make braids, Words, remedies to the woes Sweet words that burst Like balloons and they have fun,
If you come to me, I will show you my cupboard…….. photographs, paintings of old days, dead butterfly, dried snake skin, old is never gold, pain and anger…… broken leaves, dust around dead grasshopper, dead caterpillar, owl and mice. moon
I Love You,I Love You. Forever I whisper you. You are a fine piece of art. Accept a little piece of my heart. Embrace You,Embrace You. Forever I caress you. My mind unable to erase you. My heart throbbing to
Two lovers by the ragged strand once trod the sooty sand; slender maid with raven hair, fisher boy of bronze; the dazzling sun a gold doubloon, the moon a silver coin. From rocks, ink-black as witches’ cats, they saw the
Life is like a journey in the train We board the train all alone We share different moments with so many We travel till our destination in their company We alight leaving behind their memory some sweeter,some bitter and some
sulking penetrates in deep veins, deliverer becomes bald, jumps to his death in scorching sun, a starfish inherits the costume of skull and crossbones – the cynosure tries to wear a crown of hawthorn for the freedom of soul, the
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!
I believe that I can be everything. Dreamer, achiever, the leader. Everything. Son of many nations. Every king. All praise to the creator. Every queen. I’m on mission sent here to tell you. Don’t listen to the system that failed
Achieving this dream Of words That consist of destroying My inner storm And Opening old wounds The lingering of pain As if salt was just poured Achieving this dream Would mean saying my goodbye’s To the ones I loved the
A brown cloud descends on charcoal sketch. Moonstruck, a blast begins. Marigold, beware: sun is going to hide behind the stings. The fang penetrates deep, in the breast of sleeping pride. A golden god melts in the arms of mercy.
Today I moan the death of love A love that was never there A bond that never existed A relationship that was never there Memories that only seemed to matter to me Words that only seem to hurt me Actions
Curly reveled in gamboling meadows where all was bleating purity and colour rare with buttercups. With snapping at her heels she led a skittish huddle In senseless panic, Into a world of roasts and hedgerow sauces. A blade, sharp to
Fine is the wine drops from your lips; To dance and to sing, I hold your hips; Sugary bread we eat is from your oven, An angel appeared now she is from heaven. Knowing nothing new on loving trends, Forget
Your beautiful eyes covered with antimony Instigates me in love then ask for simony Your rosy cheeks oh my sweet honey This situation warrants a grand ceremony I am enthralled by you by the scene Which makes me more and
She only knew she was impelled by some force greater than her will. Touching her lips that warm her flash. Merely touching them wasn’t enough. She was drowning in a wealth of sensations. The salt maleness she could taste beneath
A night out with mosquitoes for a sharp comment of urgency to end the war after a decapitated unnamed flesh of words found six inches short I can write only poems This very ordinary life appears to be worthless without
And then one old friend lost, with memories of us most.. gone through the long highway, like a hitchhiker does Why do I here, to cry? surprised.. for spared each time when it is hard to decide.. what to live
Welcome, my friends, to bustling New York – The port of lore, the door to more, Abounding, of course, in scores of stores And words and Fords and public transport. Adored by humans of every sort, Inviting all to come
Razor wire surrounds the prison, I say,’razor wire, why do you seem so cold and hard? Razor wire exclaims, i wasn’t the one who made me this way.” “why?’ i say, razor wire responds, ” Mortals like you turn beautiful
Fallen men the perpetrators of unspeakable crimes are doomed to suffer in silence behind the bars of infinity even as fate creates a mirage of redemption they are fooled to believe that they can embody a mortal lead a full
This life has snubbed the bloom like a thick brown sac thrown on the sod. An octogenarian tries to slice the hope indulgingly to achieve immortality! Was it a virile snarl? A rose bud wrenched open in a fatherless home.