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Saturday evenings reek of stale words, aching bones and a running out of things to feel dressed in a darkness where your silence meets mine and no sound seeps in through the fine crisscross weave of the blanket soggy with
A girl of just 4 years old, Who lost her mother. The beautiful relationship was disconnected, Girl had nothing but to be disconcerted. She was depressed, But could not express. Could only feel disembodied, Of her abandon mother. Her feelings
Marginality// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) When eyes rain on beautiful steps along a novel’s paths, while you stay out of the text, know that you are put in the margins; when you boil like sleepless volcano, just to furnish
Sometimes my mind flies away, leaving my body behind. I look around the room, I’m so confused. Who are these people? Why am I here? It’s a bit too late, because they can’t relate. What’s happening to me? Why do
Winter has the taste of melancholy; my window puts on a cloak of glass, wraps its face with a shawl of lead and drops cold tears, each time universe shrinks. (2) Migrant birds have a travelling homeland in sky and
Her ashen face, Was forever concealed in her hand. The prospect of the land beyond the cloud, Forever being fantasized in her head. Alienation and estrangement consuming her. Many thought she was almost as good as dead. The ignorant blurs
Dense deep and dark… what does it mark? Think the eyes speak? What do they really seek? Quiet and calm, as if darkness is like a balm.. No shimmer, no shine… is everything fine?? Dark though it be.. Seek search
One fringe of image disconnected, a knife within, in a trench battle still continues between you and yourself for ending of animal. Did it bleed? Home was still faraway a secured period. Bouncing euphoria. blunted and bailed out paper thin
Companion, the blissful pal who knows it all the blink of the lid the twist of the lip raises toast with glee one spirit setting you free frolic …the one your bright moon and your setting sun same energy similar
The smoke rises from the house, You know that there is fire & a spouse. When you see the footprints on the sand, Someone has passed you just understand. Fast moving trains,running cars & trams, Make your belief that someone
I remember that warm sunny day we traveled through wow what a long way ouch darn tree I remember we stopped there I saw I saw that waterfall it glistened it glowed what a pretty sparkle I remember when I
O my friend Jerry, You are a sweet cherry. You have perfected your life, After a great great strife. You have maintained self discipline, Marking your life neat and clean. As a poet I can understand you, For you are
Give me some time to live, with the possibility of oscillating between temporal and spiritual feel. I have already exhausted my age behind the spiked doors. I was longing to meet myself today, to find the throw back. Which of
Small ripples of the lagoon under azure sky… may be life is nothing but a mental satisfaction. How they touch my toes … how they wet my heel… life is so beautiful I can feel, I can feel… Some ends
In the comfort of my room I sit and scribble all the sundry and sometimes seriously on varieties of topic I build my own world of poetry and assume I am the master of philosophy of life and have solution
Between the zeros and the ones, a paisley tablecloth is spread, and atop it rest white lace napkins, the yellow butter and the butter knife, the wine glasses, the teacups, the water jug filled with ice – a mundane scene
Trying to write a poem about fear, The fear of a poet always feels near. We write the words we feel we should, But are our works really that good? Will those around us appreciate our poem? Or will we
Surrounded I was by many, many moaning hearts, My heart, I felt for the last time, blurred vision, sound echoing from far, Black satin with milky lace they decorated the case, I felt like a queen again in white purest
Differences do in fact come and go Only to find that time does slow Young, old, it does not matter Only for yourself do you live Unyielding for nothing, extremely trivial. Something is telling me, and I know Extra credit
The two were born together in the womb of the same mother The two grew up together with love & bondage The two shared sorrow and happiness all the while The two were ready to give their life for each
Among my Father’s gifts that keep giving I see less and less of the living. I find art that will never, be given to us again ever. Blue plaques and statues confirm their passage. Blues and bad news can’t hide
The clouds, would give us no clue. Miles around, seemed abandoned… Do you ever miss us, glance down? Ever Wonder on how days pass by, here. It’s been a while, we heard mama say.. Life shallow, and she in her
My aura shining around me enlightened by what’s inside me A diamond who needed polished got it, my eyes unblinded Thoughts and acts realignment dark nights I was found in Cages I was confined in but wisdom help me survive
Walking on dead leaves covering the grass to and fro, to and fro in solitude, hiding behind the mask, pithy face, ideas rebounding, a loaded eloquence, opening a dialogue with self, quietly bleeding inside. You are hearing the sounds of
Am unwell, perhaps the flu. I read an advertisement about a book exhibition and I think about you. Lots of books, little catches my fancy, poke around and pick a few, my eyes fall on a ‘Rs 50 only’ sign,
Sometimes it pours like hot drips of melted wax from a candlestick; your migraine. I wanted armistice. Untangle the lies, I am not in your firing line. The tulips in the barrel of your gun cannot forgive the bullets. There
She judged her every step Her crumbled wrinkles and grey hair A story of a granddaughter and grandmother Her parents always sent her to her house The old shadowy house with a glittering stream grass to the knees and smell
Voices that had welcomed the day with prayers of peace and enlightenment, froze, forever. discord of your lunacy bereaved your hearts of feeling the joy of those chants, those songs so you subdued them, with your guns but there will
Sometimes I cry, Occasionally, in the quiet Darkness of the night, It makes me a human again, A weird sense of life and pain, I like the warmth of my tears, The time I know my fears, Which run across
Dying piece by piece in shock – a life without a mutiny. Walking amidst blue kraits you never raised the stick. Of extinct possibilities in the night of unmanned crossing- the blood streaked globe goes on revolving round the blazing
The sky is deep and murky green, The white sun sinking over the horizon, Extended by junk and litter. This is the oxymoronic haven. A carnival of despair Filled with torturous laughter Distorted, slow, hurdy-gurdy whistles, And tinkling, unsettling music-boxes.
Oooh FUNKY MONKEY on a John Deer tractor in a pair of blue overalls everybody that gets a load of you just has to have their picture taken with you Now you’re a movie star with agents on speed dial
In the silence of the blue ocean tides, As the water sweeps on the sea rides I feel you are with me; holding my hands, Walking slowly along the cold wet sands, Knowing that one fine dawn we shall meet.
Literary Lessons #1: A poet should above all be devoted not to being copyrighted, but quoted. #2: Divine inspiration is no excuse for bad poetry. #3: In literary style, I endeavor to follow in the footsteps of Dickens, Poe, Dickinson
There was a portrait under the landscape. Whispering of clouds, writhing body and tense folds. The sorrows hold out a veiled threat. Mortality itself will finish the epic abstraction? I am not sure, and then the fog rises. Afraid of
In the twilight of life There he was rambling Amid the memories he bore Of his life Memories sweet and sour Flow by his mind, Leaving traces of Wrinkled smile There he walks in tranquility Like an old man Rich
A brick window, your name in between the cracks that light doesn’t dare to touch It’s fitting really, that you should be immortalized in secret like the hush of thunder; they hear but do not see you you have your
To the light you are not awake And to the night you do not belong Come Oh’ my Love, let’s walk in twilight, And find a place that hides our heart, Away from the rumble of the world And chaos
As I dream my dreams aboard The craft that cruises the dreamy road The joys that unfold every second Engulf my soul through every bend Every event that bounces back Is a source of joy through almanac The darkest of
I seek a guide I seek a moment I seek an event I seek the will to live again I seek the courage to love again I seek to not regret I seek to write out of joy I seek