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World of maze ? Fuzzy is the world about mess in the cosmos where the mass amasses gross income that almost abates the flux in values fore grounded in the spinals of mortals. Crazy is the youth on the online
Don’t look deep into my eyes, who knows what you find inside? Is it the dreams that I lovingly hide, or are some demons residing inside. Am too afraid to let you know, Even too scared to make the show.
Sick of paranoia tired of absurd thoughts Constant grind hearing things assumptions being distraught If it’s not derogatory voices talking constantly about me Random thought will make me act quite obsessively Can’t shake the feeling I’m being watched all the
Adieu the happy year, Run, run the Trojan horse Towards the servile marriage bed With all inglorious splendor. The deadly weeds of unhappy moments If ever entice you as dew fresh grass, If the supposed Helen with supposed charms Riding
freedom has a price another roll of the dice to make you think twice shadows in their torment hence the opened door the ability to explore meadows lies a lark walking in the park the creatures with features the whinding
Has anyone told you? You make them smile? A little jesting And a crappy day becomes worthwhile… Has anyone told you? Your hugs are like glue They stick back the pieces Broken into two… Have you ever been told? The
Just maybe someday, I could walk the earth, happily with no more despair, with my luggage, roaming the unknown, meeting strangers at stopping points, then we’ll talk about stars and life, and the A.M doesn’t halt us. Just maybe someday,
Life is like a wind It takes the birds And the vultures also Knowing it will eat them all through… Balance is always necessary For you and the Birds At times the weather would vary You have then turn in
Mundane indulgence for a prlonged state of agony in truth of fake lies and synthetic tears, bloated rendition of angels; the hate crawls out from the ruins of time. I crave for the musical instruments left in the room. The
When I was a young man I chased them by the score. They were fast, young and lean. Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game. Procreation, I was playing with biology’s rules. I cared very little about much more.
He was vanquished All the same, Died, like the birds in Philadelphia Dead is the watchword; Death was the unholy friend Longing for some quiet But there’s a noise inside my head And the noise is uninviting The walls are
The baker said, I want brown. Sin-steeped chocolate sauce, Caramel crusty and burnt, Cashew roasted to an infinite dark. The painter said, I want brown. Raw umber, tempered With a downy fawn and spiked With shots of bronze. The chef
Take it to the doors of heart: features are same, of whores and nuns. Small steps, big hands move towards the blood-gates of ropes to pluck the thorns from books. Tomorrow was yet to come. Today it is bloodbath in
Not a single word added today to my tinsel book. The brown eyes were searching my smile. You want to close the happening of first moon and the fig. My roses start a new dialect, waiting on the clouds, almost
The very first step a child walks is by holding her hands the very first voice the child hears in the womb is hers nothing can match the comfort that the child gets from her chest she guards her child’s
I took birth without desire I paved my way from every fire What is life, a dream in dreams Naked fire like fiery beams Life is nothing but a set of roses Desperately opens and desperately closes Through all this
O Father Elohim, King Christ, beneficent Allah, Be thou the Magnificence of the hearts and souls of men! May thy deity abide with humans, and may thy works Forever be blessed. We, thy children, strive to enter thy house And
THE ZOO is not the best place to visit with friends To see poor animals kept in captivity for no offence You walk around happily clapping and pointing While the animals are standing and staring You are wondering are they
Bilobed ginkgo resolves the conflict of soul and body on the right side of truth, laid out on a table visited by desolation; here comes the crash of bodies. You stand up against the end of beginning to lock eyes
Blood was in season, on your hands. A staged encounter mauling the clouds. Into a hare, you put the lead with a roar of gun and sun wants his share. Beneath the honours lies the guilt of a ravaged moon.
The unbearable Sad and painful Trembling heart Brimming despair Wistful moments Brought us closer To the dreaded Inevitable point Of steeled separation Reluctantly To pay our debts We had to part Ever since then The wait Oh love And joy
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
Deep in the abyss Where the land stops short And water relieves the hardened remains Of a path into an impressionable canvas It rewards it for being stony All this while For being someone else For not sinking under footprints
Me, a singularity, vast, color fast, has a very good forecast and will flabbergast. Me, resilient at times brilliant and on the same token often broken. Me can be unforgiving, dangerously living but on the flip side, dignified, able to
The wait begins adorned with symbols for shadow to fall between hope and pretension. The moon will talk when the dew returns and clouds are hiding. He will come in a black cloak for a final assault with broken promises.
Come!Come My soul traveler tired and weary Come, sit with me under this ancient tree. unburden and rest your journey’s over Come lie down under this spreading tree. Ah!you tell me you were too young and the days were short
They say words are powerful, Coz they are both helpful and harmful. Kind words are inspirational, But unkind are no motivational. Words have power to inspire you, They light a spark that no one can do. Words make you cry
Be ware of those hungry eyes and greedy hands of the neighboring uncles, distant brothers, teachers and unknown grandpas!! Your innocent hearts do not know the secret pleasures of these seeming elders in respectable guise. Their dark desire coils feverishly
My heart stopped pumping My blood doesn’t flow though my veins I stopped felling love and hate Yes, I am passing through the Death’s Gate I lived my life Complaining about the traits, And now when the time came, Why