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They fill my stomach, block its sky lIke reams of paper hasserai acid shades of autumn leaves sent aloft without a breeze they cloud my brain they rain, un-rain and rain again. and stall each lane of acumen thrashing, crashing,
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
I remember you and all the things we used to do You’d think I’d cry going back in time recalling us But I’m over that now and all that remains are Sweet Memories, Sweet Memories of a past love Although
looking at her, I glazed into her innocent eyes never knowing the false truth hidden in ’em never could I imagine that it was her, never knew it was her. looking at her, I gazed into her innocent eyes believing
Hello my baby doll You will always be An amazing bestowal of god for your loving Dad that was born with an astounding will emblazoned in your black eyes were an undreamt-of and incredible waves of inquisitiveness and all the
The last bit of cigarette from his hand drops into the ashtray. So does mine. Are they making love to each other, As we are? Love, need, passion, kisses, skin, climax. Are their thoughts like ours, burnt and spent? As
They don’t lie, do they? They don’t ask questions, they reply, How do you not respond to the plight? How can you just ignore the sighs? Beauty resides in the core, Surrender is one of its pore, From where the
Born out of hate condemned to fear each other, the race lives, the race dies. The loser finds a quotient to dig a mass grave for innocent paeans. My stains were bigger than you. In no man’s land, a corpse
Mano a mano taut our mutually limp and gnarled fingers bony hooks draped with blotched flesh – varicose veined, decubitus descent, and aged arthritic anatomy like a scorched oxbow lake cruelly desiccating topography! * * * * * * *
We live in a Society driven by Fear, Anger, and Greed. Fear of the unknown lurking among us. Fear of others’ distrust. Fear of what lies in our demise. Anger in our eyes for the person who leads us astray.
Running punctuality and just enough, under loyalty, The way the northern winds blew my skirts was seen by a youthful sun, mouthing expletives, It was under that noon, I met thee. Racing against cold blankets from afar, and fighting cocooned
The bald mannequin, stands undraped, without genitalia moving the lips. The choreographer walks in caressing the knobs to open the invisible door. There would be knife between the teeth and dance in the flames to lift up the veil, to
Through shades of dark red embered fires, so many unfulfilled desires When orange suns and sallow skies created more than pain filled eyes That once watched tired yellow moons reach out to cast star silver runes, As they spread out
The wind is blowing through the trees See it rustle each and every leaf Watch it move the trees again See them wave and the branches bend There are dry leaves on the ground Hear the dry crunching sound See
I remember the night you walked in, in your heels Your stilettos echoed and your red skirt jittered Your moves were strong and you did not keel They thought it was your Ouzo, and the crowd nattered As I dowsed
Something was not polite in signs. The smell of incarcerated bed of gods was floating down. A subdued shadow of black moon was climbing on the window. And each house had offered a son, to rage a war of retribution.
As we take a break before new year and congratulate ourselves for surviving Christmas and all the cheer. We’ve wrapped all our presents, exchanged them with loved ones, sampled tons of food, drunk lots of wine and beer. Onto New
It was inheritance of age before the mirrors for the language of windows. The high rise buildings always cast a pall of gloom.earth seems to slide and I cannot reach the sky. I want to say what I did not
If there was a way out To get you by my side Probably, I wouldn’t write Since, it is improbable Elsewhere I need to weave this fable Hence on paper! Still, so powerful Your virtual presence You nourish my heart
Unashamed inhumanity has broken loose; We can’t even get it on the mode of ‘snooze’. Look, how it unveils the toxin, Dripping us all over, with that venomous contagion. The naked area is swollen, to the core. The Doctor says,”I’m
Have you ever spent some of your time gazing at an alpine meadow filled to overflowing will delicate wildflowers ? Notice the wild bees, and multicolored butterflies galore. These seasoned insects couldn’t ask for more! The essence and absolute beauty
I like Nothing – not in the sense of disliking Everything – but simply the concept; it’s peaceful, liberating. there is Nothing more rejuvenating than a day of Nothingness. no wandering of my mind to keep me awake, empty thoughts
The feelings of despair Around our air, everywhere. Calling out for help, Comes a time for rain… The silver lining shines, And things begin to rhyme! Those clouds of despair, That worry in the air, Those greys in the hair.
Inadequately the clouds covered the moon the wind was soft and silky. The death of shadow was not complete. Stars had fled from groans of night. In the still room poor sentences could not compete with the innocence of emptiness
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
We the people, we the youth, we the creatures, these all are universal truth. We the destroyers will remain mute as we will not get any ripe fruit. We the masters, we the blasters, we can stop many disasters. We
My dreams know no boundaries, they brew no fear, they aren’t banished by any legalities nor are blocked by undue formalities. My dreams take me where I want, they let me play and sing a song, they are my only
Windless dry air blankets the horn of this continent A familiar stare from large ebony eyes embedded in one cherished frame From the scorched earth an anguished image peers out with born innocence Simple wishes glimmer from sunken optic caves
An awakening moon she is in wakeful dream, A fairy in all true sense, gracing your life’s bend. When you like a confused caravan standing before vast Desert of heart’s domain, In desperate quest for quenching thirst of mind, partly
I stood there uttering “I see” in silent disdain- lost in words and who’s to blame! Farewell, my friend and musical bane- why do you have to be a shadowless flame? Like words from your beloved hurricane- why does care
It was a removed behavioral aspect of a vivisection; the moon had left the grey anatomy of earth. Crazy, yes the system shows sheer lunacy. The prudence was chasing a smoke. A long winged golden eagle soars high for a