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Living on fringe he was stealing genes. Fear of rebirth started a dialogue with death! Ignited by an asexual urge the belly went into flames. The super star dived in sea dragging down his old father. The sleek content of
Was busy carving out the white clouds like stanzas, unflawed. Now I begin to fall apart. No meaning was left in a drink. You could see only your image drowning in a scented charity. At last I am watching myself.
Love is a strange thing indeed Some people die because of it Some people live because of it some people starve for it The people where I live definitely do Death is also a strange thing Some people just go
There was a man, Old, cold, sold, To his condition. Stood outside the temple, Waiting, hating, hesitating. And people passed by, Dinging, dangling, giggling. Nobody could see him there, Lazy, hazy, crazy. Now he is there no more, Sink, blink,
In the cool of the evening we’d gather ‘round To lift our voices in joyful sound. We’d tune our guitars to perfect pitch And then the singing would commence without a hitch. We’d sing of Jesus and His love And
This morning at the town square, little orphaned children gathered to listen to stories and lies left behind by last night’s lovers. On one of the benches by the fountain, one of the children, a little girl with a clogged
A single word or phrase; a gesture Can trigger a feeling of wondrous rapture To be told that you’re worth more than the drifting sands That daily slip through your trembling hands To be surrounded by so many appreciative people
Made of similar stuff, same strength and length we span miles together with constant gauge distance the gap between is constant neither less nor more connections may come and go but our destination is same Aligned and fixed rigidly for
‘I’ve lived through this horrible hell with you’ he yelled, as he accused her, once again, of not trusting him. Trstu, she thought, Was subjective. Trstu, she believed, worked both ways. Watching him in anguish, she realized – her version
A toddler unrobes the secret of death. Modifies the circadian rhythm of honeybees, opens the daisy clock. Cage of tears. The virus had the acrid odour of sulphide. Decay. It never happened before. Spring was helpless. Primrose forgot to secrete
Did you know that Never knew none To know what’s what Poem let be done. Primitive the people Of the early days So is religion Founded yesterday. Media is a set-up Government is a fraud Churches, pure business Well-played, applaud.
Run, run and run, Life is a long run: Neither you and nor me Can win it and be free. Except the ultimatum, That’s Death!—–which is sure to come. No winner and no runnersup, Neither silver nor golden cup. Newly
Victories out of lost battles… Soundless sighs of unwelcomed past… Past that tried to travel to future… Future of those who were busy… Busy with their lives… Lives they meant by dreams… Dreams out of their sleep… Sleep that never
I love the way you loved me. Unidentified body parts, Cold feet and warm hearts, Swapping stray hairs, no cares. Chocolate melts, hot lips, Holding hands and summer skips, Sunday in bed, rest your head. Toxic eyes and secret smiles,
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
If you weren’t a lie I’d eat you whole, Maybe wisen up to the days you stole, But your consciousness is dripping south, So sit up straight and spit the fiction from your mouth, You’re so effortless to behold and
Sweetheart… You were to meet me by the beach… At sunset I waited… And waited… To while time… In your thoughts, I sketched on the golden sand… Your portrait… And waited looking at the smiling lips etched on sand.. But…
What is love Is it hate turned upside down? Is it affection, inclination or predilection or a perilous and precarious position? May be that old lane of my town where that moment still prevails and gives me solace, where once
Leaves will grow out your chopped skin; Petals that peel off from that cut in between your legs, whispering fragrances through those shattered lips – Those bones knocking at the edges of your transparent envelope. Bird eyes, tainted livid –
Night after night, watching your face shimmer with tears, night after night, watching your face burrow into my breast, I have wondered, my love, full of misery and mystery, I have wondered. This being, so incredibly sad, this being, so
The world keeps rocking to the sound of the void, a pirouette through time that we simply can’t avoid. But what have you done today? Did the fool on his errand pass you silently by? Did you have much to
Caged soul, what makes you sob. One fine day you’re free or forever barred. Caged soul, wonder why you shed tears; I’ve surplus BLISS for all and you; should you ask. Caged soul, what urges you to survive – In
Have you ever noticed, When you look at your hands, The strength and love That makes you a man? They are strong and hard, Made to catch a ball. But soft and sure When your child starts to fall. Learning