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Our guardian angel so strong and kind patiently answering questions from each young mind your turqoise eyes shimmered like the sea silver hair brushed so finely your love shone for all so clear and bright like a beacon rivalling the
My innocent little sister In your eyes You see me as a guardian Shining bright with a halo over my head Wings as pure as jade A mountain that doesn’t move Even when the earth shakes When the thunder strikes
what lies inside is what scares most as i am not normal i am but a ghost. withen my chest lies a burning desire burning at degrees almost not fathemable that rise to a million degrees, my chest pounds every
Through my struggles, I see, He cuts off every branch every offshoot, every seed He prunes, in my withering He endures me, for my blossom In my cries, He listens to me In my sorrows, He comforts me In my
How frail, in truth, is the world that we tread The captains and kings predicting calm seas ahead As they’re riding high, upon their silver spoons Laughing, as below the world withers; dying blooms How thin the membrane of life’s
He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That
I often see all of you, whilst sunbathing on the sunny terrace, but today, something strange happened that made me behold and lock my gaze. I spotted you among all, whom I never discovered before, what made everything so appealing
In the often abject monotony of life, Amidst all the trials and troubles that abound, I asked the Lord, who is my Creator, “Why am I forsaken, God? Alone, with no one to hold close? Who shall I turn to
Fourth member you were But I found you second to none. There’s a proverb “all’s well that ends well” huh!!! easier said than done. Ma’s apple of eye, Papa’s Gondlo you were. Oh!!! did I tell what I felt? Hurricane.
Gazing lazy from the shadows lost in the thoughts of physical potential I see you. My heart skips beats as the implied safety of a rising and falling chest beckons my misdeeds. Lunar stripes through plate glass expose your beauty
Can you hear? Can you hear his footsteps? On the highway to light, From the alley of darkness? The sky is waving her hands, The ground is raising her sands, In the stormy wind of his entrance, As it’s one,
( Dolly was a Lhasa Apso who lived amongst us for close to 15 years. She passed away in 2002) Here lies Dolly. Alias Dollykins, alias Rani, alias Master Yoda, Alias Shaithan, alias Devil dog, alias Gremlin dog A unique
Look at them; I struggle to believe time, Seems like yesterday, all were so young, Together in the fields of Kalia, domesticating was fun, Games that touched our young souls, brightening childhood, Like the birds in the onset of rains,
Child Marriage: Plights Before Me. Innocence in me, society betrayed, joy in me- society destroyed, wonderful future ahead of me society truncated. Child Marriage: Plights Before Me. Innocence in me, society betrayed, joy in me- society destroyed, wonderful future ahead
When the sun is on top, know that the warmth will always touch your skin. The stars that often hang in the skies even when it’s daylight, they’re all your guardian angels. The moon that you often talk to when
Petals are unfolding Soft crisp leaves are emerging Wonder is their lustrous green aura Milder is the mellow wind’s persona The wind is whispering love longs Into the ears of the emerging beauty The earth is holding on her roots
A very disconnecting creek where bodies were found, presents a pictorial death in night, which must be challenged, I say. Then I think without thoughts; summer was ending and a pandemic was at the door. The art of debating the
Serenity all but manifest in boundless sort of freeze Swinging of feral boughs with gusts of wild breeze Leaves chafing indolently imbuing calming kind feel Upsurge of distant clouds permeating a wet appeal Moment as if standing still with sublimity
Generation grips, I am the street in dysphoria. You run, shout, the arc bleeds, you become your enemy that kills the alphabets A statue was hung upside down to eject the violence from plastic lips. Blood stained sidewalk throws a
Brain Born Perverts : The denial of earthly existence ! Does The Existence sustain? Beguile compels to distort , And infuses the fickle fake plots . The dignity of faith and the formidable stature Are plundered by time winged lockouts.
The successful man has talent. Talent, perhaps developed, perhaps discovered. And so he works, to become better. The successful man has money. Money to fund his talent. His talent, which will lead to his success. The successful man has friends.
The voices, unheard The image, unseen. The crevasse that separates The analysis from my mind. It can’t reach me, as I cannot reach it myself. But still I am told to reach For the goal that I cannot see. Before,
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 age of glory, Many words for excel; For intricate and impulsive minds 1000 things to baffle. Fairies evolve to friends and devils to foe; When your Adrenaline starts pumping, You long to, But never know that’s where you either
O, the magnificent rose, What beauty you behold, Emotions you hold Makes me hesitate to come close. O, the spectacular rose, You colored with dangerous red, Seems no one shall dread To take a step close. What beautiful thorns you
I saw a man the other day sitting outside in his chair, who seemed to enjoy the cool, night air. He sat and watched daily life pass by with glistening eyes and a warm, bright smile; thinking about those who
Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million
THE Man thought in the dark… of mass derailments of bank assailants of pleading beggars’ eyes of polished politicians’ lies of toxic chemical dumps of reclusive addicts’ slump of repulsive battle sounds of trampled sacred grounds THE Man thought in
I skipped in the school building so tall With a smile like a bubbly China doll ”I shan’t fail the test today, I know” I murmur’d, merrily dancing to and fro. ”Prepared for the test, my dear friend? I ponder
My name is Richa… Does it really matter?! It could’ve been Mala …Seema…Sita..Nirbhaya or even Chabili.. In the end I would’ve been married to a much older man.. or abandoned after impregnating in a forest.. I wash utensils …clean floors..