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Oh! My mother, sues thy sole cell daughter, An unborn baby, before its loving lover- Prays it to dad, thy, my best creative will- “Let me come, not look at me- thy angry shrill!” Oh! Doc. You dog! You dig
A waft of misty enchantment, Created a magic in the air, A butterfly unfolded its wings, Kissed a beautiful flower, She gracefully opened her petals, Giving in to its gentle embrace, Surrendering itself in abandoned joy, Gifting its nectar of
An evening primrose glides, on my rough hands. I pluck a laugh from the lips, of a parched face. It knows the meaning of death, kissing the pink eyes. Of the lost fidelity and the innocence of the dying sun.
Hey, someone ask my heart…. What’s the reason for its beating…. Only one sound will come from it…. My love has come to stay in it. …. Hey, someone ask my breath…. What’s the reason of passing through me.. .
As I wandered embracing woods unknown, sharing breaths with silent trees alone. The scent of moss and leaves awoke, arching limbs above me spoke. Lone cardinal settled on pine above, singing his crimson song I love. Then gently fell a
Everybody was half-naked on the trail of curves. Braindead. Emptied thought. A single vacant look. “Why me? ” I ask. Stay stupid in the crowd. Looking at the moon, indulgent. Plucking the nector from knobs of naked flames. No coming
We clear up lands of forest primeval Only to plant new ones for survival; Leaders scheme to modernize their nation Others hold back, crying conservation; Settlers would get land appropriations While natives move into reservations; We dig canals, but cover
Devil’s blunt fingers icy slick palm every morning in my stomach waking to a cold tide no cell, no sentence just another day’s time to do head down avoid the warders visiting day comes familiar faces look ugly in a
Heart broke down to pieces Leaving behind reminiscence searching for those ashes Which now can be seen !! I just loved you to the moon You left my heart with wound The patch that can’t be covered My heart will
Two flailing oiled chotis slap me out of stupor. The Goddess arches out hinged at the pole, her saucer hands clasped below mine. A hooting call answered with crystal stare from wide apart eyes that grazes my shoulder, wounding me.
Simmering on a distant shore, my minds eye floats upon. Swirling thought upon swirling thought do my reflections grow. Infinite realms offer fertile grounds to burrow through. Mountains of realities the minds eye sees one as real as them all.
Fast winds and salty sea spray You’re the one on my mind Tanned skin and hair astray How could we have been so blind? Country songs at the background Falling in love with another Could you still stick around? In
It is idealism to think that life will always be as sweet as honey When a man always think about pretty things in this crazy world he will always fall as a victim of sadness because you will not always
Violence !Bloodshed ! Massacre ! Hatred and callousness having its nasty play across the globe, inflicting myriad miseries on innocent people here and there, every now and then . And all these insane acts in the name of God !
This must be for real? gasped the yellow budded calyx That must be true. Answered the wasp. Time for me to lapse into another – those petals. But which of you is for real? Questioned the bud again. Said the
I fall back into time and remember how loving and caring both of you were… What great time we had together…. Be it our Verbal Duel in English, Or, rickshaw journey to School together. After school snacking of Kachori and
Silver dagger Shadow of a stranger Ominous danger In a dark, dark place unknown down deep where very few have ever gone And you, you in all your mysterious and Gothic ways that strange look in your eyes is like
How can i thank A most faithful friend Who by my side Has always been Who’s never judged Nor left my side Everyday together But left at night This friend whose name I never knew Who never spoke This friend
I am the shore and the sea luring myself in a ritual dance, quenching my earthen thirst with the liquid peace of my soul’s meat- the tumultuous clay’s restlessness numb in ephemeral, soothed by the penetrating rhythm of the immutable
In the present I look out the night window coffee steaming through the smoke A reflection of myself looking into my eyes A child, never a child, a lingering old soul with no true idea of what a soul is,
When he comes, he visits her at night. Entering her personal space, uninvited but nonetheless welcome. She does not know his schedule; dreadful expectation. Absences unexplained. Too wary to search for answers, prepared to forgive for shared moments. His silent
Eggs went freezing in the sap. Lips of moon were hot. In the flare up, the rebel had cast doubt on cartridge. Missiles were unique but, hands trembled – concept of sky was a lie. Saturn and moon were coming
With fruits and flowers bound There stand the mighty trees Bent with the touch of nature And covered with the beauty of love As when upon a trance summer night You are seen as a green of peace Tall oaks
In the comfort of my room I sit and scribble all the sundry and sometimes seriously on varieties of topic I build my own world of poetry and assume I am the master of philosophy of life and have solution
A holed balloon cannot hold air, A cracked pot can never contain water, But I dont know how, I’m amazed and wow, A broken heart can contain and hold love, Is it something against the natural physics ? Or is
Emotions and feelings traverse through minds of thinkers, Each of the moment spent on thinking paves way unto the goal of joy, Smile is the way once shared and expressed, Laughter is the sign of experienced felt and voiced, May
Tears has been shed some innocent lives has been groaning inside. Some being the part of the miracle got a new life after walking out from the hell. Begging for lives begging to get rescued their hands are hunting for
A fear stalks me on the road. Sun was very aloof and cold. Cannot stop the decline, give me prayers of your lips. You talk of dark children dying when I was losing consciousness. Will not question the ink of
Life is a series of relationships, Which come & go as time drips. A consolidated sequence of life is lew, But the list of happy moments are few. Living life with that only one, And not an analogy of some.
The error of terrorism, they say, it is the power of belief. When the blood paints the earth, they say, it is the color of relief! The mask they wore, shows, how cowardly they are, The pain they caused, reminds,
Rows and rows of books wearing pressed monogrammed jackets aligned at attention upon the shelves edges stained lightly by time. To wring out one more droplet of thought from drying script These aging eyes thirst to caress sweet ebony lines