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I can’t stop writing when I think of you You are morning’s cold water splash You are the shower of rain from hanging clouds You are favourite song on my lips You are the dream keeps me awake every night
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
She was a traveling soul. The galaxy resting above her nose. I’d sit & stare. Wondering where the stars would go next. Both young & in love I let go. Tracing together swirls of color. The planets all together aligned.
Its not new to the world, Its rather the most cold, Rage, urge and need, With all insane greed. She was there tired and weak, Too tired to speak. She didn’t know wat just happened, Now the known voices is
“Dedicated to my niece Noura” Sleep my darling Have sweet dreams Sweet little baby girl The most precious pearl Wrapped with my love Wrapped with care I pray your life Is joyful and fair I long to see you Climbing
The tree of apple symbolizes; The Adam and beautiful Eve. The tree of orange symbolizes; A true sign, a temptation. The tree of life symbolizes; Immortality, the eternity. The tree of love symbolizes; A Passion, a Salvation. The tree of
When the sky seems so near, the clouds seems to sing the song of your heart, The stars dancing in cycles, cycling all round you, When the wind seems to be playing your favorite guitar tune and its Waves smoothly
You went blank on the line between sand and water, between seizure and assault. The tribes have unwrapped their torches, they are coming in numbers. Who was going on trial? Fierce fidelity is demanding vendetta. The drummer announces the fight.
Moonlight streaks, Empty streets, Lonely hearts, Miles apart. Tender strokes, Memories touched, Love – lust, All gone to dust . Bare face , Deep eyes, Empty chairs, Lifeless smiles. Heartache, Heartbreak, Momentary unrest, Light stroke. Golden glow, Emotions flow, Take
Vast emptiness preceded him, when he stood inside a glass on road. Sun did not contradict him, light had entered back in stars. Failed fingers knocked out the magnet. There was no reason. Pain in neck neglected for long now becomes time,
There’s a pile of wounded umbrellas overlapping in the derelict doorway, sure to be some kind of slumbering gorilla back there, grinding its gray knuckles into the tiles and broken glass. Hundreds of people walking by on market day, bands
I dance in glee, Wild and free, As a butterfly fluttered, Alighting on me. I close my eyes, In rapturous ecstasy, Of a moment that, Creates a magic in my soul. A brief spell of, ‘It’s beauty and love’, A
Majestic you are, Awe inspiring is your peaks, Touching the sky, Meandering through your rocky terrain is Many a Holy River, Causing the rise of ancient civilizations, Beauty manifested in magnanimity; Dotted with Shrines, Where Silence is worshiped, And Sanctity
That satanic streak of tireless undressing of a hapless monarch. Wings were gone. Cannot fly across the tree of hypocricy. A footmat for the suicidal jump from the elegant hierarchy to grainy lies. Why are you turning ungreen? You will
Something was not polite in signs. The smell of incarcerated bed of gods was floating down. A subdued shadow of the black moon was climbing on the window. And each house had offered a son, to rage a war of
Shackled monster that lurks in every heart, Of such ferocious guile yet ever found, To smile the pain, deftly playing its part, So docile and courtly until unbound. With eyes, so green, and spiteful as it goes, Deceitful of mien,
Time has kissed all over your Wide strong frame like a Much married mistress. Shrunk your dependable muscles, Loosened your chestnut brown cover, Sculpted your face with lines That deepen your smiles and worries. That chest where I lay curled
I won’t forget the times when I made roundish letters in blue-black ink as if I were crushing blackberries perfumed and wild and in the eyes of that man by chance it was always the same Toulouse-Lautrec painting with my
There is a chilbil tree near our grandmother’s house, Full of weaver bird’s nest in monsoon season, God has created everything for a reason. The grassy strands are woven into cosy, Intricate nests for their spouse. The male baya painstakingly
Life hurts hearts break easily time slips away right through your fingertips like sand on a beach or dirt on the ground leaving marks some noticeable some can’t be found Scars run down your arms leaving a trail of thoughts