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A knock at her door, she opens tiny crack “Mrs Anon?” enquirer asks. “Who wants to know?” “Are you Mrs Anon? Please tell. Has she come back? ” I need to know who you are first “wants to know!” Enquirer
It was for a bridge: water issue, without a river. We were fighting for the tongues on a wordless journey. The unlucky sex was on fire after the explosion. Hands off the mouth. Life was eating death. The bells will
Though I belong to the Middle class possessing hardly any liquid cash thought of invalid notes sent shiver in my spines Losing the currency in one stroke set a psychological upheaval in my mind Thoughts of whether I really had
He lay asleep, a contemplative air, On the window ledge, in the warm morning sun. Seeming so beyond the reach of a care, And I believed all his worldly duties done. The world courtesies as it passes him by, As
Under the moon and the stars, I walked, The journey wasn’t easy, why lie, Chirping birds is all I could hear, The crickets chirping were all that accompanied me. Step by step I got closer, Heartbeats increasing, The cool breeze
I’ve ruined the knife set apparently, there were five and now there are four. ‘It’s not my knife set to diminish’, no ones mentioned the stain on the floor! Perhaps because I used bin bags, made an effort for which
He walks down cobbles and blows bubbles for a pilgrimage of constant troubles, closing doors to tax men, running for milk floats, shunning almighty bible bashers, paints the flags of east London fascists Charlie chicken soup with a head like
Our central nervous system together with all its neuron cells make up our brains and spinal cords And with it all our emotions and feelings which signal when there is something wrong with us That is how a mother can
So you thought you were the stuff, rough, tuff, couldn’t get enough. Wheeling, dealing, even stealing, trying to get rid of that low feeling. Wanting to be rich but there’s a hitch, it’s a straight bitch, you’ve run into a
Two souls come near Without feeling any fear Think about no other Including father and mother Sister and brother May often offer Little help In getting letters Replies are sent later Love game is in swing But it is in
In winter of 2010, January 12 at 6:00 in the afternoon- an earthquake devastated the country in just six little seconds. Soon after, a smoke rose from the horizon covering the whole country, in every cloud of smoke, I could
The partition of soul……. Shattered dreams, End of emotions,,, Crushed heart, Sketches of love…., What can i say……. It’s all about for what…….. Partition of my soul…, Deceivers, laughers… Obstacles, Resistances….. Till the end, And at the end.. What i
It all started when my mother left me, I started to feel empty. Days passed by, weeks slowly fading months began hating me emotionally. Years and even decades swept suddenly, My mind said to stop this agony. I started to
‘Go Back To Where You Came From’ is the title of the story, and it deals with much emotion of humanity… same as you and me. And to those with less compassion, understanding and knowledge; of whom there are many,
One, Too many firsts, Two, We got sand in our shoes, Three, You wanted to keep seeing me. One, trigger word for gay beginnings, Two, times with denim jackets and black bottoms, Three, Popcorn, jelly tots and prawn tempura sushi.
Hic, Hic-Hic, Hic-Hic-Hic…! The night Lay in the Veil of darkness Letting out A series Of hiccups One after another While The Sun Shone brightly Lighting the world Down under! Was the night Getting wary Of doing long hours Of
Everything was easy and the good guy was me Chasing bad guys through the cobbled streets of Galilee The wine was sweet joy, the mad loving intense Lead bullets were flying, lives lost makes no sense I’m a man of
Ode to Pablo Neruda There are poets of the day, the sun, the stones, in whose words, the world is a caged bird, that has forgotten its wings. They repeatedly tell us facts that we just can’t refute. And there
Welcome, welcome White dove The hatred wall That estranged cousins Have begun to fall When love Incarnated in white dove Started to fly high Over Ethiopian- Eritrean sky. Welcome, welcome White dove You are an antidote Border dispute to solve.
Waiting, wailing, weeping! When..when..when ??? The expected turns out to be the unexpected!! What have I done? Why do I merit this award? Months and months of agonizing waiting… rewarded with a still- born! Only to have a heart torn?
The wine the wine it tastes so divine… The world is our oyster with pearls before swine… The laughter and rejoicing in everyone’s mind… The food is as fulfilling as times are so fine… The moon is full as my
The soul of the song missing from my lips Reverberates in the shower and dies. Outside, the koyal coos. Like a spurned lover. Tireless. Insistent. Indignant. Echoing footsteps drown the inner monologue And heartbeats keep time with a lone drop of water
I am lost in the fruitless existence of my soul, sleep, eat, pray, cry and repeat. Longing for the one to break me free from the chains of social acceptance and the prison blessed man has created for himself. Man
I love you with no reasons, I love you without bounds, I love you with full heart, I love you without fake care, I love you with fulfilling relationship, I love you without expectations, Baby, Sweetheart I will be with
A chaotic moments we did face, Filled with tension and bubbling of heads; Here the shouting came, There the things flew. Any day was emergency, Any day was important. Lamps did burn all night through, No food we did touch.
A special delivery is often made, Of a loving couple’s sweet young babe. Wrapped in a blanket and dangling free, At the end of the bill of a Stork or three. Sleeping and quiet the babies would be, At peace
On the shorelines of the Adam’s River, Bald and golden Eagles from near and far line the meandering river’s embankments. Salmon struggling upstream to spawn. Chancing the elements. Bald and golden eagles are screaming in delight, as they eloquently glide
Distinguishment The labours of impression The ascent apparent in its brute The uproar which soon I fear perceives an inglorious seclusion Most amiable and devoted My mode of life was in behalf of my hunger And I rise from its
Tousling the opulence was not modesty. Who will adore the clan? I am not yet ‘me’, the refuge of elevated moon. The heat and dust of nascent money was burning like a loud prayer in dark sun. Perfection tends to
Let’s, you and I, have secs. Let’s have seconds that lead to minutes that lead to hours that lead to days. For entertainment purposes, let’s enter our secs for roles in ‘special’ theatrical plays in which we’re allowed to act
A marble calm under the shaky gaze was parsing the human pain. I would lift the calculated grief from folded earth. You feel badly bruised and racial war becomes anathema. Past the age eyesight dwindles, cannot identify the faces of
I keep my eyes searching for the light under the shade. Hear that? It bellows like the clock. “Come to me,” “It is time.” Please understand that I can’t enter this grotto alone. My experiences seem so few. You can’t
What a beautiful dilemma it has been to name it bearable or unbearable. For if I opt for the latter, the pain conquers me at a stroke. Swallowing all the blood, breaking me into null, it vanishes my identity to