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I thought you would walk behind, but you went ahead. I felt your place is at home, but you went to rule the world. I believed knowledge is my domain, but you invaded that terrain. I was conditioned to believe
Standing alone staring at the flowing stream Saw those many floating with a swing and a beam And then came this slender tender one Dancing in the jocund company of another one For a while I thought it stopped at
Love is super, love is supreme, love is an ever flowing captivating stream. Love is forgiving, love is so kind, love can be sweeter than the finest of wines. True love will stand the test of time. Love is Divine.
How could it not be sickening When I see your countenance? The shadows, They’re hunting me; I’ve given my heart and my soul. Like a vulture, It just couldn’t satisfy them yet. How gallantly agonizing, To leave oneself in fear.
Dot maketh a man blind, beware of the outcome ’tis a drought, fandangle dingus maketh a relationship, acerbic as rum ’tis not an espousal, ’tis a fungus Humans , worshipers of everything Gods, demons or a fane find occurrences to
You wake up everyday refreshed, Every meal you have is from Le Cordon Bleu, Every day at the office is nothing but concord and smiles, Your spouse the most attractive, your house the best sized and equipped, and everyone you
She builds booby traps from paper clips And ration cans while her GI lover Blows smoke rings But around here a confession constitutes A conviction even if your mouth is full of gold And yet she admits to nothing But
One time above a little shop, An old greengrocer climbed on top, Despite himself he could not stop, The world had changed forever. The fruit of that old grocers loins, Became obsessed with notes and coins, She knew the club
The sludge overtakes the sane euphoria.A barefoot caravan of cloud becomes edgy. The hills have gone green. The cascading falls tend to mount on the scattered stones. Suddenly I go berserk and start hitting the stars moon by moon, when
You must be thinking, here are shoulders that can take all your tears and be surprised to find me on some days with tears, that fires can’t evaporate, leave alone the warmth of your embraces. you must be thinking, here
To wean away a tigermoth from a bell jar for a journey of faith against ebony of illusion. The caterpillar has restrained the roof, of future accidents to coming of age. You do not know the speed of nakedness on
You find yourself in a strange place wondering what happened the previous day You feel as though struck by a mace people come to ask if you’re okay You start telling lies to hide what you feel to prevent suspectable
I didn’t mean it. I didn’t know that doing that was bad. I just wanted to know what would happen. But now everyone’s saying I’ve been naughty. I think Miss Berry’s going to tell me off. She’s going to call
as tears pour down on earth turned new a holy man prays while generals praise the fallen, wasted on wars not civil on wars not holy while mad men gather planning more mad folly leaders don’t end followers falter while
Sometimes when I’m sitting I just want to sit in the silence And absorb the tranquility. I want to close my eyes And be condensed in the attention. To be nowhere yet somewhere. I want to live in the absent
Can someone fall in love without meeting Can someone fall for a person one has never seen Hands which were never touched Voice which was never heard Those beautiful love filled eyes which were never seen Yet it’s so true
An instant explosion a title wave oh its burning up inside! What did you expect a pat on the back? Nothing is as it seems with masks parading every where no realness in this realm. Its all make believe nothing
We walked, twinkle-toed, through the night’s hush A ‘Sherlock Holmes’ deerstalker capping my skull And the red Che-star on your beret (left of centre); Hand in hand Finger looped to finger Palms sweating, Lips twinging from a freshly chiselled kiss
Now that my mother, father and siblings have passed. Yes passed, a dainty word saying, dead, gone, either up in the sky, or down in the ground. At last I have said the words, dead, died, death, leaving me bereft.
A hand without fingers draws a self-portrait. Faceless, only eyes glaring like bucketfull of burning coals. Was it not enough to call ‘wolf’. The pain scorches the compound where the blood of innocent flowed because somebody was burning woods. The
Guilt is a mermaid picking strawberries at a grocery shop You think you see it there But you are the only one And you are allergic to strawberries. Guilt is an armour you tragically fall into As soon as you
A hero demands affection, the heat for a surrogate role of a saviour of oppressed. Deafness increases towards the integrity of a failed man. To become something after impotence with implicit metaphysical rags worn in chains of blind silence. It
The flesh was putting up a brave dialogue. I was willing to play the game. Stunned, shocked, pleasantly sore basking in heat of silk throat, I asked the needles to go ahead and stitch the wounds without loss of blood.
Stepping in with smile on your lips Hundreds already dreamed of a new relationship! One of them was surely she But didn’t have the courage to express her love plea Seriously, who would date a shy, silent, reticent! Though decent
She was so naïve roving the boat across the stream The flow so smooth and even – life looked a dream Seldom failed to thank, keeping it tidy, her lovely boat So steady and strong, like soul mate they were
The Storm was fierce with deadly winds that pointed to a farmland, that once was filled with life, and love, a farmer’s precious homeland; but droughts had hit and done their deeds, and things began to die, and all the
A nebula rises unfazed after fission: after a fractured debate, greed crouching on the wrinkled noses of rugged bouncers. In remote history someone was burning itself out. A black eye surges forward, sings an ode to championship. Ankles swell up.