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My acoustic six strings Where have you been A piece of wood a group of strings Maplewood rosewood Nylon steel You even have a gold plating It keeps me wondering So pure so sweet I pluck you I strum you
Waiting, wailing, weeping! When..when..when ??? The expected turns out to be the unexpected!! What have I done? Why do I merit this award? Months and months of agonizing waiting… rewarded with a still- born! Only to have a heart torn?
She rocks the stage with elan Speaking not much with her clan Music her soul her heart Hands always moving like a work of art Strumming with fourths eighths and sixteenths Counting 1234 in patterns of beats Never a count
Adieu the happy year, Run, run the Trojan horse Towards the servile marriage bed With all inglorious splendor. The deadly weeds of unhappy moments If ever entice you as dew fresh grass, If the supposed Helen with supposed charms Riding
The Seed of love planted by the river of amity hoping for an perpetuity life, Creating roots for the foundation of our love. The root of our love grows with a boundless destination in quest for vigor not to let
Human bodies hang in air, thrive on light and air, bloom as crops of soil and water, still need tools to sustain here. All souls desire strength to sustain, to harvest crop, to build home. We get speed to roam
Diamonds are because of pressure From dirt from coal and things much lesser Here and thanks to pressure. For you my friends that think you’re lesser Going through some unseen pressure Join me in this Toast to pressure Honored now
when young death is unheard when grown up death appears mystery when at ripe age death appears real When health deteriorates death knocks at your doors You either surrender or try to escape when you surrender you are no more
Another phase another life Time to lift up my wares Move to the next fair Like a true vagabond Gained nothing, lost some Chanced upon sacred earth Though someone else’s Committed sacrilege Though never believed Expected the world Fell on
Crying my sorrows away in that dark lane where my memories bleed till this day, So many dreams I had, but these sleepless nights are crushing me everyday, All the time I think, would you remember me if I am
A crowded room is such a lonely place, wear a fragile mask upon a weary face. Everybody’s here but there’s nobody there and there’s nothing to do except sit and stare. The distant sounds of joy and laughter drifting like
Was that a non-devil effort to hide the language from cultural onslaughts? The anger splits the opinion about hurting goodness. An isolated insult will spur the words against the flight over the answer, before the brush with picketing fear, showing
In the eyes of a child, I saw that it was heartbreaking That adults can compete For simple assumptions While it is simple to tell Beautiful and funny nonsense. I saw that he dreamed of recklessness And that he was
Walking Summers dusky haze I glimpsed her golden hair Her femininity attracts my eye Her graceful gait I espy Barefooted she stands Long white dress so pure Fair Complexion healthy and kind Her looks encapsulate my mind Butterflies flutter by
What was the idea of charity, when you were hiding yourself from you? Was it a non-existence? Or you were writing an unseen anthology? Was that your kin choice for a reciprocal pain, inflicted in dark? Between right and wrong
Since the very first day Till now My feelings havent changed Yes i still love you Only i know what i been thru Waited for your reply From the night till the sky turned blue Never paid attention what others
What if you could tell A person’s special talent From a single glance? Shown in a symbol, Branded on their bodies, so All the world can see. Maybe, for instance, Musicians would have a note, Florists, a flower, Bakers, loaves
Drops of rains falling over her silky body appeared like she being decked in chain of pearls while I experienced fire spreading all over my body not withstanding drenching in the falling drops of rain Her exuberance of drenching in
Come carving our names nettle suckers by the tallest fake plastic trees. Dangle thy fidgeting worm to a hungry, a vile, fishy fiend. Raggedy man says I’m on a thin line. Naked feet on a take a hollow stage Effortless
On a glowing morning day, By a meadowy, misty bay. Walked to the sea shore, Stumbling along those on my way. There roamed many incognito, Yet bearing a semblance familiar. A déjà –vu of coming across, A pair of knowing
At least once in life do make a wish; not necessarily for returns, but for others an act of compassion; an offering.. more often it’ll be a reason to live life unconditionally… At least once in life do make an
Grown older with time, Lost my childhood prime. No worry of future, No dreams of tomorrow, Still, living life at its’ best with forgetful sorrows. Being eldest of three, carried proud feeling. Still, walking in hands with my siblings, Sacrificing
I had a chance meeting with a quiet fellow No, we did not meet Didn’t even share a breath Unsure if it was male, female or hermaphrodite Still it was unlooked for Rising in a predawn hour, ready for the
Your charms, your charms, are figments dreams are made, I wish not to be gravely soaked therewith, Or else, I will be fool in love’s charade, That anyone would rightly guess forthwith; Is it folly to wait by Heaven’s door?
Gaze up with eyes adoring With the world a world away Let filtered light seep deep within Along your heart’s highway Dream dreams of golden goodness While in rapture you await The drenching shower of ecstasy That will all fears
Motionless within the ambit of moon, the rain squirms and flickers under the street light in the vacuous silence of a monolith. A cricket walks on a cloud and starts the lightning. The urn was blind, fills up with grief.
Wrath hammers down Crushing My reflection bursts into flames Leaping Scorching liquid glass into my bloodstream. Blood coagulates into mercury droplets Reaching the floor Rolling Out into infinity Space is the absence of thing-ness into that space, where no one
He Ignited Minds of many, And gave them Wings of Fire, His life portrayed many a Turning Points, Having said this, Even I want to be a Kalam! Through his vision – India 2020 He aimed to Target 3 Billion,
Silence. Adrenaline pumping. Blood waiting to flow. The back of my head is cold. I can’t move an inch. I can’t even speak. Cold sweat Running down my face. Breath, rhythmic and stuttering. Everything flashes past my eyes In a
Life has become a race where everyone are trying to keep up their pace, where there is no time to go into the waters,where the paper boats row Running the race busily for our lives like the bees in the