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I gaze at the glinting red possession which is cemented into my palm. The shining red light lures me, The smooth touch delights me. A dark blinding shadow slowly peeks, handing the glossy fruit into my custody. “Have it, my
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.
Happy faces Tender and calm, Seeking knowledge Without an alarm. A guiding light In the teacher they see, Journeying with them Is a human being! I want to give, what I could not get, Breaking the barriers that have been
They say husbands are supposed to be strong I think many have it wrong. Husbands have feelings and emotions too But many wives don’t have a clue. Give him a chance to express himself You just might understand how he
Oft have I heard the preachers say “Time and Tide waits for none” This is false, quite untrue; ‘Coz time and tide do wait for some. The days of day-dreaming and fairytales have passed away, Responsibilities and tensions have made
Like a beautiful woman standing tall, wrapped with a shawl amidst the mist; there exists a seine between what is & what can’t be! And though it’s made up of mere words; it keeps one safe from rash assertion! Like
Why would I not sing to you in tears of vermillion fire? Sing the fires of blue flame, sing the rage of form. For these words no location in the blood-red depths of an apple-green paradise. Yes, yes your azure
An insider was asking: this was a very troubling question. Why a culture becomes sick, burns the book, and beheads a god? Forgive my loincloth. This century was becoming very hot till the nose bleeds and fills the cauldron of
Like that beautiful voice of a girl the slow strumming pleasant strings humming (the unknown) in my ears alone the ever so increasing feel good rhythm I love this song. As if I’m showering in flower-petals the beat of the
Come, we will lie among the petals strewn, To lit grass aglow with love we’ll share, Beneath the turf, what’s there, ask not the moon, Let the past give us the least of care; The wars that passed may still
Casting aspersion on caste is like digging one’s own Grave For we know not why we have come but we know for sure where we are destined to Go When the coffin doesn’t differentiate who you are Why do you
Mountain road a staircase to the sky As the early morning mist tries to fly Like a maiden lazily awakens to the morning sun Amid dancing fluffy clouds looking for fun Mountain breeze that strangely never tires Whistling nonchalantly through
A gentle rush of feelings Can send shivers down the spine, With an awakening on wings of fire, In the heart and soul, Feeling specially sweet, As life is at stake. Heart sings again with a warmth Soaring so high
I have createdA rainbowJust for youFor in my dreamsI see youWhen I’m awakeI imagine youAll becauseOf your exquisiteQualitiesThat is so beautifulAnd lovelyThat helps me throughIn my lonelyExistence here inThis country…
You don’t need a time machine, only your memories, they can take you back in time, connected more than any rhyme, you don’t need a time machine, only your memories, they can take you any where, into hope or in
I discovered a way a way that can bind, all scattered thoughts that run in my mind. Now I recollect them pick as I like, categorize, prioritize and bring them alive. It all starts with the first line sitting in,
Let me brace some blows, Of lonely breeze and snows, freeze me blue and cold, Wonders die as flower unfolds. Let me stitch some wounds, fly with my wings of hope, hopes that sail the boat are now dead across
Aspires every one for prosperity Some slog to achieve it on priority Some dreams to get it on charity One giving priority will forego life’s beauty One taking it easy will enjoy life’s serenity The successful one will die as
In the London fog she walks like light Light as soft as the lofty stars Dreams are haunted Liverpool ships Herdwick sheep bleating by Lake Windermere She sounds the bells of destiny Oscar Wilde with a black cane Morose of
Thank you for finally listening Although now it is far too late. The death toll continues climbing While nervously you speculate. Black clouds of neglect still shroud us; ferociously the flames rage on It’s 16 hours and counting Our heartache
“Are you a gentleman?”the old man asked, “Of course,why not?”the gentleman calmly replied, “Then change yourself and wear a different cloak of ungentlemanliness to survive in this darkness,”the old man advised the man. Being surprised,the gentleman asked him,”What do you
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.
They walk in dreams nightmarishly spirits of nameless faces staring without eyes. The screams: of a child on whom you poured boiling water. The screams: of a girl made to wear only flesh, because she ran away with a priest.
My internal rose, see the sincerity in my eyes, please feel the truth in every beat of my heart.. The rivers envy your walk, while clouds celebrate your softness, your concerns are like honey, while your touch calms storms, your
Went looking down the watery path Leaves discarded, travel to a new heaven and Metallic green of mallard neck Catches my eye; what is this? The canal is split after the lock A weir takes the heavy current Sends an
Welcome! Welcome! I’ve been waiting for you. Now tell me, be honest, what did you do? Walk past the needy, ignoring you knew? Or was it more sinister thought through and well planned? I see you have blood smeared on
Everyday I feel and wish, But it never goes away… This eccentric loneliness of mine, Looks like is here to stay… Words can’t describe this feeling, As it grows stronger, With each passing day… But things will get better, Give