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There were tears when you came, There were tears when you left, When you were born they gave you a name. That after you went, but few would recollect. They pulled you down like a tower, They hunted you out
There’s a mask that everyone wears To shield who they really are inside To hide ugly scars and bury fear So none will know of his inner strife There was a nervous man He had a violently palpitating heart It
Clips, Clamps, Berets, and Bows. School, church, playdates, she goes. But that’s just the beginning of her poor hairs woes. Down again? Up again. Knots again? Brush again. Food again? Comb again. Gum again? Glue again? Brush, and comb again.
We stood there, Leaning against the rusted rail. Watching the blend of day and night- With stars slowly coming to life, Shining bright. We watched the purple horizon- Comforted by the passive fire, Of our presence. Like an old pair
Little Jenny woke up and rushed to her granny. Granny sat by the window, gazing through ‘the window’ she held, Jenny gave her granny a peck and ran to her mama, Busy as ever, packing her darling’s lunch in ‘that
The Violin Maker awakes and heats his glue in a coffee can rigged on a hotplate. He is aged and stiff like his wood piles of it stacked and waiting spruce special ordered from Ohio oak pieces from a broken
I’ve fallen in love with the poet In all its dimensions rippling across the pool of time, incarnate in its everything the rosy cheeked and wet lipped girl rattling existential verse over the clamor of a twelve car train, barreling
the devil is a trickster can’t find him in Twisted Sister sorry that I missed her aim to fame was through the flames eating Cheetos got your juice frozen got thoughts of the ocean sifting through the latest trends some
He walks down cobbles and blows bubbles for a pilgrimage of constant troubles, closing doors to tax men, running for milk floats, shunning almighty bible bashers, paints the flags of east London fascists Charlie chicken soup with a head like
Dark ink flows through trembling hands, telling of doom in distant lands with hate as fuel and tyranny it’s goal, the ink seeks to blacken the brightest soul. The sands of time blow soft through the dunes, sullied and tarnished
Ask yourself, Who am I, Then when you’ve tried effortlessly hard You’ll get a positive reply. Like, I am the last king of the universe, Which is an enormous lie, But you still see it as the truth, Even though
The whisky, the dream, and the cold sky The river below cries a lullaby Two street lights flicker and die Stars twinkle, the moon and two fireflies Our friends sleeping below, it’s just you and me Words are easy, they
Hope and dreams Fill Schemes. Slippery as soap Both dreams and hope. My dreams have seen The things that might have been. The sweat it seems Is a part of my dreams. I sit by the streams With moonlight dreams.
Pain, why must you stay? I thought you would leave, In a mere day. Pain, I despise you, You consume my emotions, As stubborn as glue. Pain, we have known each other, For quite sometime, If I was a dim-lit
November 9, a stroke again in her life, The broken phone lying near the bed, her eyes filled with tears, a blade in her left hand and bleeding fingers of her right hand, all spoke the same story of betrayal.
Clouds strayed in the sky Like lambs in the pasture; Winds roared at the high Like lions in the leisure; Thunders struck on the roof Like shoots of the troop; Fears brood in the heart Like snakes creep in dark;
Waiting at the station for the train, My little brother asked “WHO ARE THEY?” Oddly dressed, Men on saree’s, Masculine voice, clapping all their way? He looked perplexed.. A spark of astonishment on his face.. Observing them for a while,
The skin drifts: explores the trash: Atlast the path was liberated. Each leaf becomes a face of a felled tree outside the wisdom; you make death on water. Accidental – reversal of pathology, a hospital expires in bed; peace was
It has been a long drive of fifty years and odd stumbled,edged,raced,soared,jumped all odds and silly games yet all meaningful. a stint at art, a trial at music, a full fledged love and a hard earned indifference, a gritty fight
Those ruins of tomorrow Could they make me hollow? On the wings of hope this day, Swinging from the blue skies… the flight of despair stuck in the cries. Teased by the winds, Pushed by the blinds, Waking up to
The air is crisp the clouds are low Nature is speaking its bellowing tone. Wind me, blows me, and lifts me, flutters With reds, yellows, greens and browns Air ward bound, moving ground to ground Picking me up as it
Lord if I died today I’d be a better man for knowing You You gave my life dignity, purpose and wisdom too Exposed all my weakness to myself forgiving like no other My Father, oh my Lord, beside me always
I thought love was wonderful, But trust me, love is just painful. You find the right one and you smile, But if you find the wrong one, you just cry. Slowly steadily you are poisoned in inches, And gradually you
Through the money we witness barriers of dreams & hope Within the lust we see enjoyment & pleasure Connected to greed we ignore the lies & buried the truth With one’s back turned we see vulnerably Through their pain we
Can you imagine, six bunnies sitting in a row all tapping one toe. Six birds in branches above all singing songs of love. Six frogs croaking in a pond waiting to turn into princes? Six M.P all shouting for space,
Sun sinks slowly twilight looks at the sun and waits for the night to fall with darkness Life also drowns like dusky sinking sun and ends with foggy dusk wearing evening gown A tiny thought sitting on highland stares at
A toxic tongue laps the ocean and fish goes to sleep at bottom. I do not know from where to start. A distraught candle flickers. The blast victim was pregnant and the foetal head got severed off in womb. There
A plug dismantles a temper unveils a pink bullet-hole on the fore-head. A butterfly flutters and then sits on the lips, offers an apology for the smile. The water blooms in eyes cascading to chest for measuring the mounts. Who
On a tapestry of alpine wildflowers A variety of butterflies,from big Monarch To tiny mauve colored and dainty,flit about From flower to flower. Wild roses creating an aromatic boundary Around this pristine alpine wildflower carpeted Meadow. Truly enhancing! Sunshine, flooding
Do I appreciate your effort Effort that someone can’t give Do I need to consider all your sacrifies Sacrifies that I didn’t deserve I care for you But, this is not enough Enough to care and loving you Think that
Rain falls down, Thunder to the ground, Ice and snow, Colorful as a rainbow, Spring, summer, winter, fall, Do you know them all Minjuki, Minjuki, What did you say, Minjuki, Minjuki, What did you say, Lightning crackles, The black bird
Project Happiness .. she informs me… The genuine smile, or laughter aloud, The Happy one, what paths are urged. Blissful moments, that made their way. Victory, Peace, Success, and Truth.. Others had picked the choices away. Though Happiness, now she