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That’s it. I am never ever, ever, ever going out Ever again! Never. Why am I so awkward? Oh god everyone is laughing! Why me? A scarlet shade of shame If I cover my cheeks they’ll know I’m blushing. If
The Tainted that makes me abhor, The Torn I cringe at The Sick whom I repugn ,The felon I condemn The sinister I ward off, The corrupt I agonize Are the souls of the ones , Oh surprise! I give
I’ll give ya till three ta renounce your frightful winning spree to bow out gracefully re: signing your fate to trumpeting ya tail feathers prithee what constitutes your bush whacking foreign policies tomb me equals diddle lee squat and foreign
When the loud trumpets lie And the slithering mist usher our souls’ demise A chameleon claims the eagle flag as his right Dismissing us all like flies This Caesar is no savior His arrogance betrays his hateful designs We remember
Overturned, years of stasis Paralysis by mental blockade A political metamorphosis. Afoot at the general election; Vengeance of the Manifesto. The interregnum, the entrenched vote Tranches appear, on Revised Register Deceased coded, in numbers resurrect. Beyond the grave, claim their
only the half-truths engage the nightfall the thing of dawn asked to wait in pouring blows sponsored by sin of brutal torture burning the genitals pushing sand in mouth blood rimmed stool I become you sit on eat your dinner
At Sarnath the deer park where Gautama the Buddha first taught the dharma FROM THE HEART –A BHIKSHU’S SUPPLICATION Enlightened lord your wisdom is our knowledge , sufficient is that knowledge to ensure our covenant with wisdom in its turn
Divide & rule is a common act in our nations, They say politics is a dirt game, though every day we experience politics, Allocation of resources been major politics, It’s a horrifying reality but we have politicians & voters, Lisa
By mid month I won’t even tell them that this is is last month’s issue The election calendar has not changed since then Prioritize our distribution with a few hundred a couple hundred more to develop the readership on the
The grey-haired die of hunger, the children’s’ store full of food, While still breasting, death snatches her mom, She faces the wrath of her step-mother, what crime is she paying for? While still nurturing her infant, the shadow snatches her
He comes with a bowl of courtesy and begs you to to fill the Bowl with your valuable vote He promises moon and treats you like God You feel special for his flattering words Come the D-day to vote in
As my tired cheeks felt the cold tears from my swollen eyes As my mouth tasted the saltiness from the pain of these holy waters I am drowned by the rain that I made, so dark, so loud That what
Along with their desolate fortune, Old parents waiting for their unsparing children, Who left them in the barren garden, For the sake of their ambitions, They omit them between the world, When they needed love and care, They gifted them
When the day has come, for me to rest, I shall bow down to Lord with all respect, For he believed in me, and kept me, As his child, and empowered me, To do my best, to spread the message
A myriad of treasure wealth and pleasure Snagged by the Achille’s tendon Rounded up and Slaughtered for The Golden Apple of his eye Not the divine fruits of Her labor Trust the toss of bones Fall down ashes fall down
With frugal memory you wanted to tame the radical spine, while fright was bending the thighs. Was it a travesty of the graduated thumb? The speed of the river had accelerated in aching land. People gathered to collect the alms
She dusts her memories with thoughts and prayers for those she left behind. Longing for them like ebb and tide. She spins looms of love laden with smiles and hope And somersaults days into nights tossing her old life into
Strangers on the street stare at you in awe thinking to themselves that girl’s got everything; even the people closest to you are blind, blind to the storm brewing in your mind. Your best friend says your pretty without makeup.
Like every morning, he has just returned from his office and is right in-front of one of his roommate and so called friend’s lappy’; Going through all previous messages sent by her on Facebook. No doubt, his life has been
A speck of blue in the limitless black. The infinite of existence. All we know so finite. Like a fish in an aquarium whose universe consists of the aquarium and what little is observable in the immediate surrounding. The fish
Though every country in the world has freedom I don’t feel we are very free No, not the richest or the poorest, not anybody Bound by chains we may or may not see No, we haven’t yet escaped slavery, Why,
People around me have the same faces No discrimination This is the right thing- yes, But who is really who? How can we know you without knowing you- The smile behind the pain The pain behind the mind You are
Here I am This is me Now this is just all about Me being free. ‘Cause if you look inside me You won’t find what you used to see. I am not anymore whom I used to be Before you
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New Soul Journey and Angels all around somewhere on the edge of eternity…I turn around to find my guardian holding out his hand then suddenly I am free of this world as pillars of colors rapture me away and so
Prescription for happiness Aspire to reach your potential Believe in yourself Create a good life Dream about what you might become Exercise daily Forgive honest mistake Glorify the creative spirit Humour yourself and others Imagine great things Joyfully live each
It had been a chessboard and nothing else from plain cardboard and perfect squares standing up on the bookcase in the living room after the old man died no one knew where it disappeared no one asked no one cared
Depth of a bruised sea rising from the surface overwhelms the dumb shore shining for impossible tomorrow golden sand, the locked door. History repeats amnesia for a depressed meniscus shifts the nameplate. Here was laid the image of priestlees god
You are the only song that I want to hear, A beautiful melody throughout my atmosphere, Your voice fills the darkness, its echo inspiring, The tune that I hear is perfect, inviting. As the shadows draw back and I see
I must go to the hills again, To those distant rolling, green slopes, To those lonely, shrouded peaks, To the comforting embrace of the morning mist. I must go to the hills again, To the sparkle of effervescent streams, To
Square box hidden in plain sight, square with the head positioned just right; the place of silence. Lying flat, no movement, with a stiffness of sort, a rectangular figure, colorful, long and sturdy. Propped up with a stillness, an energy
Photo by aesedepece All that I want Is to sit and listen to you talk I want to fill my soul and my being With your words and your expressions All that I want Is to watch your eyes Lighting
Thou happened to me as happenth an enlightenment To a lonely thinker who seekth a truth in clouds, As the wildest storm unwanted, unforsighted, And benignly coped all my bleeding flaws. Yeah, surely thou a creature of the Artist, Of
Hapless souls still living, Dumping all shortcomings on clumsy faith. Gathering ignorance quite strenuous, Marking uncertain gains on life’s expense Without precious self, follies unexpectedly streaming brains. Waste of dying sense builds toll monuments What we often call civilization in
As she looks back it’s been, the same situation but a different cause. Sitting in her room, in the corner with a knife. She knew it was so wrong, but it felt so right…. The next thing she is watching
We all seek something bigger than us Something strong our hearts can trust Greater than what we can understand So great our hearts could bend Something far from the usual Definitely not what our minds used to know But what
Our children…our youth, let’s talk to them and listen more. Outer behaviour is all, we try to cure There’s more behind, we need to explore. Let them cry, laugh and express, all they want to pour As caregivers and mentors,
Just an infinitesimal trace of light there Like a candle grown dim at the foot of the stair, Just the whisper soft motions of long, long ago That have dwindled away in the candles’ soft glow. Just the dawn calling
I followed your trace in this city thinking about how lonely you felt without me I visited all the places in your photos everything was so familiar except the lack of you Would you appear all of a sudden in
Someday she will come for me with eyes filled with colors of ocean and hair wet in rain… Her basket full of roses – their petals may fall by the evening but their beauty forever remain Someday she will come
Dare I ask for peace in this turbulent world of silent wars The colour of war is dark and dissolute Corrupt, abounded with fear Yet still I hope for a glint of light Peace what is its colour In this
