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She rocks the stage with elan Speaking not much with her clan Music her soul her heart Hands always moving like a work of art Strumming with fourths eighths and sixteenths Counting 1234 in patterns of beats Never a count
You think that I don’t love you, Well that makes my heart so very sad My love for you if measured, Could go round the universe and distant galaxies time and time again, My love for you could fill every
Rotten wrought iron gate, opens to a compound in decay, nature trying to encroach on what was stolen from her, the dilapidated walls, the creepers gone haywire, the smell of bereavement, the stone bench covered by moss, no place to
Born with name to define your existing presence Words with which carry greater in essence The day arrives when name is your flawed deference Mother father chained me down against poor resistance Cultural rites manifests my primordial consistence Ignorance of
Above us, lightning was dazzling, blinking, and picturesque. Blackened sky, moonless and star free; a massive light show! Like a human anatomy of nerves, spread in every direction; I wonder the bounty of harnessing such explosive power. A storm is
My eyes kiss your beauty in trance Lunatic eyes never miss a chance You have taken my heart in glance Love with beauty is in romance You and me can conquer this world This is what pounces as herald Without
If someone is having bad time Then surely good time arrives That time you’ll feel very lucky When everything is going fine But what one should do When life is becoming a dirty game When fate is not with you
You are not history, You are the victory. You were even not selected in air force, But you commanded all armed forces. You had a vision, You completed impossible mission. You are not only a guide, You are india’s pride.
Here we go everyone,clapping singing Merrily around the bonfire Festivity bells in the ringing Enjoying winter to the fullest Praises we are all For the carnival of harvest call Rich poor celebrate with their fellow Leave all gates adoor and
Give the words, the forest and garden, he is in a lonely penitentiary. Have you seen the patio of roses beside the haunted house, a hothouse of wild dreams traveling wide path of island universe. In this fallen twilight, in
One difficulty still haunting him That time could not absolve Was the invisible sense that would come over him Deep in the night when suddenly, forced awake From exhaustion, he’d remember the war A village, a road, or maybe the
The absent moon in a tea cup without milk. Lips reaching moon like a reprimand. A spider’s kiss. Unmothered story, contempt untitled: Surface-tension. The speed of space in motion like winter smoke. The sun buried the snow in your eyes.
Just as Jehovah planted a garden in Eden, So our lives began without worries. We play Hide-n-Seek and see treasures hidden, So we never live our lives in a hurry. Life was bushy, wonderful, And easy to live on this
Did you see him half-nude before a mirror, bristles on a bear’s chest, his freckled hands stretching towards your chin, unshaved, colorless, talkative like pimples on your finger-tips, the purple of old blood, the gleam of grey teeth. Drink the
It has been raining I stood on the window Looking at the rain drops Silently tip toeing at moments Restless pouring at times I looked at the clouds As if walking hand in hand Like lovers lost, like friends found
Living with purpose, loving with intent, Meaning what you say and saying what you meant, Believing in yourself when others disbelieve, Keeping your eyes open when the others cannot see. Hoping when you’re hopeless, hoping with your heart, Finding your
There exists a special bond between you and me. We are one in body, mind and spirit. Our hearts are intertwined and where one begins, the other ends. We have weathered the storms of life together and the bond has
A severed hand on my shoulder wrenches it off. You sit on a toadstool to measure the depth of grass. A raven scans the earth: nothing was left to eat. The hungry urchins had already punctured the garbage can. A
Lonely night Engulf me In your Ocean coloured Darkness Hungry night Swallow me Whole! Take me To your Bloody entrails Ugly night Hold me Close To your scars Lend me An eardrum Pearly night Let me Hold a mirror To
Knowing you was not difficult; Coming closer to your heart Was tough, but overcoming My nervousness made it easy Just like a deep breath To calm a tempest within. Unknowing you is impossible; More so when you are around, Resisting
Cold, hatred, full of sin All the evil in the world within Turning all dreams into nightmares Throwing put downs everywhere To your worst enemy she will chain you Expecting you to one day be like her too She is
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
you read your books in school bruh they taught of lessons needed in life some how along life’s way you got lost busting down doors sleeping with dirty whores rap scene was you first priority flirting with fire of Satan’s
Lessons and learnings exist in stories and tales ; in trees and flowers ; in oceans and whales ; But to no avail, Till we realise life does not move from milestone to milestone, But crawls through challenges and daily
I have an inner beauty! making my green meadows feel its echo, being the best version of myself! I have an internal monologue! giving me a best company when alone, being a soliloquy! I have an inner strength! emerging from
I sit at my rear window looking over the rooftop of the opposite building There’s a woman who frequents there she’s tall and lean with ebony hair I smile to myself as I wait she has mesmerized me, as of
A knock at her door, she opens tiny crack “Mrs Anon?” enquirer asks. “Who wants to know?” “Are you Mrs Anon? Please tell. Has she come back? ” I need to know who you are first “wants to know!” Enquirer
Stir me in your suffering And I’ll let go of mine Wear my fleeting verses And your song will be mine Kneel with me Beside this browning leaf Blending veins and sap, all Rising back to where branches Nudge sublime
The invitation for that late afternoon Caught you by surprise and you made yourself go Unwillingly. You had figured a high tea with a muffled Fragrance of butter and jasmine, edgy Smiles of courtesy and glances done up of Trivial
Brush strokes like living sun Windows as high as creation Gray blue walls reflect the light Cafes of art on the Riviera St Tropez, Nice, Monaco Renoir moves to South of France Chagall sees flower angels Rainbow Mediterranean Sea Rouen
Between want and desire few crumbs of words will not satisfy. Facts and perception build a latticed smile between tears. Discreetly life catches a miasm, a fault to commit suicide. When will the exile end, of hope, a holy womb?