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O you callous peaks of Siachen Cruel have been your whims illogical and insane beyond words To unleash your deadly powers on dutiful soldiers at work was not an act of bravado but the most condemnable deceit . Look every
A cascade of vibrant pink Flowing through thorny boughs Not just a vine, not just a bush But a perfect treat for the eyes Blossoming freely round the year As a real all-time pleasure Be it the scorching summer blaze
When I close my eyes at night there is darkness. When my eyes open in the morning there is light. I pray that the world will experience a brightness of fortitude where all men, all women, and all animals can
(Trite thoughts on marriage, how it starts and how it lasts) Soulful words that allay and lull the heart Astral ebullience, those moments oft impart… Smiles that hold some mischief, some virtue… Glory and happiness, oaths, a good fortitude. Love
“Who thinks tempests dance too quickly?” Asked the Master, moustache thickly Brimming, bristling with indignation, “Consign the lepers to damnation! None may tarry here who can’t Wield a terror so puissant That all the diseased vermin flee In the dread
This poem is on the small town Udupi, and the beautiful temples that grace Udupi. Madhwa Acharya had been the man behind the vision, that thrives in its glory, timelessly. The hermit by the shore, with his followers A ship
Oh beloved mother, my concierge and my friend… This is a little tribute for all what you are, for all what you mean to me… Creator of the world created you with inundation of courage… I salute you for your
Hey children ! How happy you are Playing on the beach In pure merriment Leaving aside all past regrets And worries of tomorrows to come Artfully you build these castles in sand With utmost skill and care Decorating them with
Forged while in utero (the crucible concocting conception), the fluke of biology begat me – a happy go lucky boy, whose vulnerable uber travails susceptibly sprung sly as Tennessee Williams hip cat on a hot tin roof, where the faux
Men rise, men die but a few live on in eternity, There are kings, there are mortals and there are those who are immortals but a few are engraved in the silhouettes of history. There was a lion who once
I did not will them dreams of crystals a stupid calendar of flight from insomniac past. Do not want to return to future, hub of my clouds. History had been writhing and screaming. Present cannot redeem my woes. I ask
Whenever you’d ask me how much farther I’d always tell you we’re closer Than the last time you asked And this seemed to satisfy you You’d say, “ We’re closer?” “That’s right,” I’d say “Then how much longer?” you’d want
Through sleeping Eyes I feel Still within The Calm Of my inner realm I see not Someone or something But myself in a different Form reborn but shaped By the darkness That once made Me torn A black rose with
O light, where liveth thee? O light, darkness kills me. O light, will you ever come? O light, you only seek some. O light, why does dark haunt me in your presence? O light, go away, you have no essence.
Why should the black be discriminated ? whether your blood be high land or low, whether your skin be black or white as the snow, Of reason there’s none, and why should there be As long as there’s fire in
you enter the lair again dun – colored shrapnel was on your lips to hear your truth I lay down the book and look beyond the acid rain falling after the explosion the yellow flames still lapping against the crater
It’s those sultry days that sooth my soul, In the searing heat, empty like after birth we would bath, Fear of appearing odd, the taste of the sweet waters, Oblivious of each other’s different destiny, Our foggy minds leading the
Let us all bow , my countrymen In reverence, and gratitude To the memory of those bravehearts Who stood like an iron wall To defend the sanctity of Parliament The all faith shrine of democracy Despite death dancing around In
My Darling… We are a secret in running shoes. To hide the very nature Of our delinquency, We say our precious words In darkness Lest our hearts be broken. We spill our guts, Scream our pain Precious Pallasite. You named
The lubricant of all human interactions Calming the storm brewing in my teacup Hurling me out of the dangerous explosions That will tear me into a million little shards “Excuse me, what did you say?” Is the caution phrase Something
The snow fell quietly on the little hill with the softness of swan feathers, blanketing the ground around the tiny log cabin. Wispy drifts cascaded down the roof and gathered around the windowsills as if to cradle the tiny abode
Dragging the floor, Like a mangled doll. Facing a decrepit wall, Rip it off like paper. The blackness of void, Like a pool of ice water. Out a silver hand outstretches, Rippling the wall. You’re pulled inside, soaked by the
I wake up to cobble stone steps, And the smell of decadent crepes! Next thing I know, I’m sipping Chardonnay, While the harmonica in the background, plays. I’m cycling through fields of sun-kissed vines, With picturesque views, I’m cheerily entwined.
Deep within the life of these brittle bones of man, a song stays hidden, so slow yet so powerful; it plucks the strings of our veins reminding us that the shallow roads are meant to be left astray. The words
His eyes could speak tell that he will become strong but inside will be weak They sang the gaiety of innocence Felt the happiness presence His first steps were dangling with those little feet As if he was heading with
A million reasons to smile, but none more than you; For every moment spent along, feels really good as new. A million reasons to sing, but I wouldn’t for any other; For you fill me with such joy, you’re my
The unwed moon rowing like a swan on blue lake after making love to silence. Dignified shadows walk on black beach gathering white heels. Only lunatics will sing in shapeless lines. Who cares for a sequence? The milk of love
There’s a place,you may have forgotten about it. Hiding in your heart, only the child in you knows about it. It’s a place where you can find Aphrodite. Earth is still unknown of its beauty. Nature enriched by musical melodies.
On birth Infant enters the world with its heart beat yet to take off On a gentle tapping infant starts crying signalling the start of the heart beat Heart continue its beating non stop Every beat of heart adds to
The incessant lapping of ripples, Sounds of waves that swell and fade, Mask all the murmurs and whispers Of amblers on the moonlit promenade. The hovering darkness of the night, Ignored by the roaring sea outright, Rising and falling to