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There once was a pretty little girl from a time before thee, She dreamed of a Knight in shining armor, oh how he would be! Tall, dark and handsome, With perfect teeth and not too large feet. He’ll have strong
Once there was a lady who framed up a prince to marry. She arranged that her man be turned to a frog for her plan. Kissed frog turns Prince, voila! That was the magic formula. But the Wizard said: ‘No!
In dreamland the fairytales are in danger.The dream meanies are on the loose.They have scrambled Humpty Dumpy and they have kidnapped Mother Goose. So meet me in Sandusky or somewhere in between it’s a covert operation so come by submarine.
Everything starts with a piece of something. But she’s already in pieces so how come? Such a dark journey, she wasn’t telling. A tragic story. Ending— there was none. All was black. She’s not blind, But her hope was. There’s
His sadness is flowering into something so beautiful, Those who utter its name will burst into an ecstasy of butterflies, His emptiness is ripening into a fruit that is so full, Those who touch it will arrive beyond the gate
If you weren’t a lie I’d eat you whole, Maybe wisen up to the days you stole, But your consciousness is dripping south, So sit up straight and spit the fiction from your mouth, You’re so effortless to behold and
My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats: for I never meant to travel far. But to picture The little Mermaid’s adventures along the foamy edge of ocean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees,
A classic combination, a fairytale foretold Dragons save princesses from knights in shining armor Their lungs behold a blazing anger, protecting your gold Convincing eyes always fool me a defining charmer Fire rages Let it breathe, listen to the crackling
Life with my father has Never been magical If anything it has always Been tyrannical I go home Anger welcomes me I meet the instigator The abuser You, my father You cheated me out of a Parental relationship Which caused
My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats; for I never ment to travel far. But to picture the little mermaid’s adventure along the foamy edge of oean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees.
A unique, irreverent intruder: in my dying dreams, of a domain beyond the gifts. The corridor was full of specters in boiling air. The DNA will not cover the naked strands of desires. Put out to sea, my boat in
If I forget spring, bruise my face with grass to meld with soil in prescience of later ritual. If I forget summer, drip on my tongue the blood of fresh berries, and the insolent taste of mint. If I forget
I intend to move away from myself as apologia for sadness, Could not give up the zen, powerless, breathless, drowning, in my skin, my veins, sharing the existence of undoing, what was something. Nobody I am, connecting to you by
I am seeing my reflection, In your pure innocent eyes, You grin ear to ear, Taking in my surprise! You garland me with your arms, I wrap you in mine, My clouded self forgotten, I relish our big hug time!
Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach
Cu-sith roam and howl to the moon Venting their anger in audible form Across the woods their voices roam Sending chills to those in their home. Spoken of as legends and myth The Cu-sith chase and hunt Magic in their
A really knowledgeable person knows just how little he really knows And when he finds the perfect mate he just begins to start discovering the things in life he so much loves Because just one person can never comprehend all
A mighty July evening in my town…. Pouring rain, halogen lights and the ‘neon’, Yellow cabs bark outside my window, I stare…. Across the confused street and beyond – struggling umbrellas moving around, water puddles, paper boats, funny children and
It was an elated evening Full of excitement and emotions filled, when my flight was landing Welcoming climate was pleasant but grew chilled It was my very first visit to Srinagar Which is acclaimed as a paradise on Earth When
In my Solitude I looked all around- To sooth my mind. I noticed, a little Sparrow Starting its nest. Day by day, I watched the little bird The progress of construction was going on With small grasses and pieces of
Carry on oh hopeless mortal try to live with hope of love connive yourself into belief collude yourself into yielding trust me not, your old ally trust the venomous heart you have fall flat on your face get up and
Flora and fauna Never abuse Take the right decision Never to lose Natural balance Always keep and choose Uphold your look Cosmic law is the book You are not my master I am not yours Different creatures Ruled by same
Moon of gold and a storm on the horizon My cape like gossamer wings in the wind Oh starlight, star bright first star I see tonight Send me somebody to love before the reaper Comes and takes my life… Well
Oh ! God… That magnificent Palace, If “Pandemonium” for me, Grant it not, though I pray for it. That Fruit of knowledge, If bitters my “taste”, Bestow it not, though I long for it. That light of wisdom, If darkens
One may experience it or not but Prayers add to my psychological strength And contribute to my efforts to succeed By creating a better and positive environment. Many believe prayers as wastage of energy and time but what I shared
Abstraction has become a constant routine. Contemplating not knowing what to do or who to become, had became a life’s affair. Coming up with disparate possibilities on what to do in life, I came up with: Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zippo.
how to clear a cluttered mind it’s a mystery to me deep breath in relax unwind time to let it be pointless thoughts to be diffused inhabit precious space weary spirit battered, bruised forever on the chase a cluster of hows
Tonight I’ll drink, I’ll drink tonight to the New Year, to the new “might”, to those who crushed my dreams and flight, to all my hopes that suffered blight. I raise the glass to the New Year, for the new
Oh Life ! I know you are a mystery You don different characters different times You are some times a romantic poem inspiring my heart to rhyme You are also an ocean of sorrow and make me swim against all
The soft-spoken man, and the twinkle in his eyes. The exuberance he contains, is incongruous with his seemingly frail body. His diligent yoga practice; his sincere enthusiasm, about the fruit diet; the radiance with which, he undergoes radiation; and his
Hauling bats, Twinkling stars Musical background and cloud with marks Cold waters running like Nile; How beautiful is AM and it’s sky! Moon playing hide and seek with clouds; Wondering why can’t the sun come when moon is around? Hoping