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Between the breathless breeze of day, I stood and wondered what to say, A sunlit sea, a cloud dressed night, a fawn dressed in the morning light, So much to choose , so much to paint, before my days grow
Now, I like walking in the rain, but I hate lightening and thunder. I like the fragrance of the soil, but why this yucky mud? I wonder. I prefer raincoats to umbrella, and rain-boots to match and pair. “Bare feet
I tried hiding my tears behind the smile I had…expecting you to read my mind!!! Disappointed again!! my heart never takes things light … it pains.. When it comes as possessiveness versus pervert guesses, the latter becomes my image now
I do like to listening to voters and then breathing legislator’s air listening to the staff array and consultants demonstrate due diligence for you carry the deptt. we have incurred at the man’s behest… lifting up our degradedness with pretend
Shylock and Portia, in a court-scene, One to shed blood, and the other Not to shed blood, on one and the same condition, To be true to the court, in favor of justice, On rules and regulations, against Antonio, A
Poem Dedicated To My Father Late Moinuddin Hasan–An Ideal Teacher- BEFORE TEACHERS’ DAY Moinuddin was his name,eloquent, which means— One who is an aide to faith and for that weens He lost his father when only six months and mother,
Amazing, immaculate, magnificant, Words that can even come close to explaining, The plains, the realms, the worlds, The places I’ve experienced and visited with you, Sitting, laying, staring, holding and waking These moments, I cherish, I look forward to All
Your body in mud pack, in line of fire suddenly finds a lover. I was watching with concern. Cup of soul, lined with abrasive desires was empty. Do not go raging in the sea, to collect the salt. The pink
Every day when I wake up And I see the SUN, Walking down the street, I see kids having fun. I admire GOD’S perfect creations Like the BEAUTIFUL flowers that grow, Trees that grow very high,. And even the EVER
Never in those sizzling conflicts displaying the pink eyes you were able to reach me. Was it metagenesis, forgetting your selfhood? Fragments of a beast were floating on sea. Was umblicus of death broken in the crotch of a mother?
She was a star amidst the gloom her smile was like a shining boon So swarthy and scruffy nevertheless, her heart was fluffy. I grin when I recall her beauty, A fugitive being, who fought till end.. But destiny had
Imagination wild with dreams and A happy childhood so it seems From a young age my future was set Then tragedy and our family met Dad had taken fate into his own control By deciding when to end his life
Gulls swarm above the lake, clockwise and counter hundreds of miles from the sea, just a step below the unclothed mountain shoulders, they churn swerve near each other like some game, my brother tells me he wouldn’t be surprised if
I was going through the year feeling just fine, while writing my rhymes. Not a worry, not a care, nothing to bear. Then along come spring, such a wonderful thing, didn’t have an idea of what it would bring. I
It was a grizzly sky indeed So dull and drab The Kind, that reminds you of a Middle aged mistress, deeply in despair Puffing up a ballooned pout. Who is casting ash over Our azureous canopy? From where does this
We are encrypted likenesses of reality born out of trust between blankness and fingertips when knowledge leads and potential follows folding and rolling and bending. Intricate patterns, cumbersome schemes are woven into our souls. Tension within us aches for release.
Many deaths I’ve to live In love, the twister That lifts me also splits me And slithers the creature Resident of my damned heart She’s expecting The galloping white horse I put on my lamp, hissing Against the mocking sun
Sometimes late at night simply i can’t sleep Thinking about my innocence is no longer to mine to keep Somwhat like the worst nightmare one can’t imagine Dreary days are steadily approaching, bad memories trailing behind Its not only me,
So melodious my heart Still holds on to you, Fountain of colors in your smile After the waves of silence, Your whisper upon the soft breeze Chase away all my memories, Tender feelings dwell within Many words go unspoken, I
The crunching of gravel beneath my feet A sound I associate with a country retreat Manicured gardens tended with care The scent of rose blossoms filling the air A quiet calm away from the throng The silence disturbed with birds
This is a post dedicated to the crazy people who were and who are out there. Life shows new things every day, Some are sad, Some happy. Some are interesting, Some dull. Some make us cry, Some make us laugh.
Same dream, different night a sense of De Ja Vu takes me back to another life… my heart beats fast like angel wings, as you come in out of the shadows I begin to remember everything… Irish green eyes radiating
It is, what do you not say I read the dusk on your eyes. Unspoken words hammering! A timer, quartz clock, ball bearings, pellets croissant of terror. Suspicious of the lady riding on crest responsible, for the happenings. Fear, hair
Laughing is good for your health Laughing at others shortens your mind Laughing at self broadens your mind Laughing without reasons is a sure sign of damage to brain Laughing to kill time is wasting your senses laughing at one’s
A man stood by the roadside his shame he endeavored to hide for being homeless injured his pride. He held a cardboard sign in his hand. It said he’d do whatever the task would demand. He would work for food
Thought that love was Sunshine and laughter Songs, blood moons and abrading stones Half-whispered words In the dusk of the Jacaranda tree. Thought that love was A magic mushroom of tenderness The daydream of a touch and The aberrancy of
A giggle here a giggle there, Wish I was little again, Would have cared less, About the strain and the pain Built castles in the sand, And waited for waves to erase, Would have ambled off in greens, Been lost