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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
It oftentimes comes to pass Amid the thorns and briars of our earthly being That we do fail to comprehend the genuine meaning Of the celestial signs of a mass, Or of the words engraved upon the plates of brass…
Trees are planted by the wise, Idiots examine a tree to be just a source of beauty, But an intelligent knows it’s price, Trees are not human who shout at their good, But are like gods who have importance in
Joy Slim, beautiful and humble Daughter of Felix & Angela, Sister to Tony She loves to sing, dance and play chess She feels Joyous, full of life & enthusiastic about life She is happy when helping the needy, in their
The walks of life has layers of past Some of my own and some unknown Few conquered truths amassed Many a battles lost and thrown. Scars of wreckage and circle of life Oh, those angel with heavy wings, still flies
One face, two lines, three soliloquies, four sets… The list goes on of what all I’ve done. And yet, you don’t know everything that I’ve made. Well, it’s able time to show you. Look around. Do you see what all
He hiked up the path etched in the grass To the hilltop that looked over the sea Pinched the earth to test its girth Then stretched out under the tree Standing fast where it grew Firmly rooted and true Far
Its different how the sky is blue, the layman never had a clue. How beautifully the flowers bloom, and the bright setting sun calls for the day’s doom. Little children, smiles innocent, who knew what actually they meant.. Until one
In the end there will be no witnesses as far as we know. But there are no guarantees. In the final entropy of the last 400 million years, the time it will take for the life of all radioactive substances
Soaked trees from the rain and fallen leaves, that cover paths lined with glowing pumpkins Houses with dimly lit porch lights and Halloween decorations welcome youngsters of all ages Children running amok dressed as their favorite character and yelling ‘Trick
Emptiness is there Within the space Wherever you are Whatever your race Balance and harmony Within each other Cosmic ceremony Forever and ever Our own selves depend On our own thoughts Free it, your mind From unbalanced notes A healthy
I used to swoon, gush, internally combust every time i saw your face. At 15, I thought you were sculpted by the greek Gods, I thought each time your skin grazed upon mine, I felt electricity within. Exhilaration. At 20,
she’s all alone again just a moment composing herself without a mirror tremors in her chest her rib cage trying to collapse upon her heart the first one – years distant was her grandfather on the carpeted steps next to
There’s an empty hole Left behind Heartache and sorrow are entwined In every action, thought and feeling I have A big part is missing since you have passed Sadness tainting memories with lost hope Externally showing to all I can
Seasons come, Seasons go, Past is forgotten, present is forgiven. Memories get aged, get ignored, Dreams are born, get matured And with every season new, A magic is unveiled. For the lengthier days, I wait for the winter to pass
Two flailing oiled chotis slap me out of stupor. The Goddess arches out hinged at the pole, her saucer hands clasped below mine. A hooting call answered with crystal stare from wide apart eyes that grazes my shoulder, wounding me.