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Once in a lifetime each one of us need a Pseudonym, to discover our innate freedom of expression, vulnerability, for Loving without expectations… for Bringing out that Inner child in us, without being judged…. for expressing our inner fears hidden
I’m going there soon a place I’ve never been I imagine it smells of pine forests and is shady with the Boise river running nearby rather shallow its speed impossible for a newcomer to gauge there’s a woman there who’s
A dented version of an old grudge, blackened lips with an elite song, your relentless search ends in a terminal shock, nursing a green wound. That anguish was still there, and the wild anger sprawled on hidden fractures, false teeth,
I can never betray you for sure, Neither can leave you this way, For you are the one who taught me everything And nothing what I’m today. Everyone believes praying is a must, But I say that’s just a trust.
You become a chair. A dream sits in you for a graphic detail of pelvis. A trophy? Was it undecorous to present a cadaver walking on the earth? A serial killer wants a plaque on his grave after the verdict.
The hopes of a harvest seem distant, Beneath yonder scalding sun. Oh destinies are you penitent, For all that you have done. The money- lenders scream beyond the din, Of your crying starved children. Dreams in your eyes and a
There are these moments of peace and clarity. They feel almost foreign like they don’t belong. My world functions in movements of headbangers’ ball mixed with rapper’s delight like trumpets blaring and an offbeat drum. It’s all in my head,
What does it mean to be invisible? Is it when others have no problem talking over you during school, have no problem looking right through you into something they personally find worth paying attention to? Is it when you feel
Hey, why are you so afraid? To hide, mask your face, to go undercover Scurrying in the piercing golden arrow rain of the sunrays Finding for a fool proof shelter So that nobody will know who you are inside. A
This came to me while sitting in my room reading poems of doom and gloom. Other poems of despair and dread, even poems were people wished they were dead. What, did you miss taking our meds? ‘Cause you can’t do
An astonishment and a try.. A tear of smile and a happy cry! Sudden jolts and a turnback.. Smooth steps and a rough track! A hope of beginning when end arrives.. When inside the ground a seed strives! How long
The coming of a that to dismantle the comb, unstilling trees under tracer bullets swaying in embrace for moonmilk. The unzipped planktons in sea open their mouth to supermoon for a night dive in a green passion. Does it need
The Legend of Procris and Cephalus. based on a painting in the London National gallery “A satyr mourns the death of a nymph “, painting by Pierro de Cosimo Who is this maiden sleeping here This beauty she is dead
Sanmati, my angel, has decorated jawline. Aside puts cold anger and does repine Negative things in her life, but always supine Merry things about the wide world divine. Against me or her things she despise saline. Tough tenderness she got
Like most men in the past, Death eludes my ample frame. Though he strikes up Fascinating conversations, Helping me soar to newer Flights of fantasy. Sometimes he watches me From across the table as I empty Satches of caramelised sugar
A flame that may flicker with time It never dies nor loses its shine As bright as a star or even brighter it shines A bond stonger that words can explain Your heart, soul and mind I’ve obtained Us together
Written on the wind the words came one day, shivering, and tired, and confused. Lost was their meaning, wand’ring all the way. They fell on my lips deadly mused. I’ve buried them kindly in my mind’s willing ear, and I
The absent moon in a tea cup without milk. Lips reaching moon like a reprimand. A spider’s kiss. Unmothered story, contempt untitled: Surface-tension. The speed of space in motion like winter smoke. The sun buried the snow in your eyes.
”You live in a queer world of dreams, Mr. Ahmed Turning odd imaginations to mere fancy words Bejeweled by baffling metaphors and similes That one mightn’t get the hang of with ease Why don’t you eschew the pesky rhyme rule,
She was a girl who loved colors and art The fact that she couldn’t draw tore her apart Maybe trying a different method would work, she thought As razor blades and cutters she bought She started drawing and the canvas
He left this place as he entered it, Curled in a foetal position, Eyes shut, cold and weak Hid neath’ the sheets behind the Doorway to his room His organs lay inanimate, resting under his bones And his eyes mocked
Beautiful God, so beautiful in truth and glory Wonderful God, so wonderful and so holy Awesome God, awesome to me of all the universe God reigns in power and dignity Ruling in love and in His mercy Leading the way
So my absentism will prevail over presence; I will talk to you in space between the moments of autumn red when nothing else was moving. In classical pursuit, I straignten the equation and we understand the complexities of life, and
In lunatic scape of fringed labellum the creeping malignancy was advancing. i missed a rendezvous with moon when you had brought a blue kiss from abducted lips; again I become a sisypus lifting the rock off your comets of round
The successful man has talent. Talent, perhaps developed, perhaps discovered. And so he works, to become better. The successful man has money. Money to fund his talent. His talent, which will lead to his success. The successful man has friends.