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I remember well that sweltering summer. Sky bright at 1 am, no breeze to blow the dark in, blackout blinds and fans whispering. Still sleep was difficult, years before whale-song tapes and Victor Meldrew. Though we had our own versions.
You are golden Like the mysteries Of a lost, lonely jungle, A photographed crowd At a Victorian ball, A heatwave in spring, The laughter of wild animals, A winding ancient path That leads to a fortified town – The clown
Your cheeks, in red ochre rouged In dimples, the scarab dew slurps Eyes and teeth, a white flash sleight Stretch marks, varicose crossed, like The Anaconda’s swallowing strains. Your life restless, the nose suffocates Dawn disrupts as the feathers ruffled.
A really knowledgeable person knows just how little he really knows And when he finds the perfect mate he just begins to start discovering the things in life he so much loves Because just one person can never comprehend all
The falling rains, the blowing wind The call of mountains, The songs of river, The chanting of bells, The joy of spring Are indeed sweet, Alas; but not – as sweet Sweet as you are The dreams which drive, The
I am shivering, tossing and awake Each lonely night is like a thousand nights Is this punishment for not being with you? I cannot endure the hours Of being without my partner I dread the night, the whole night As
I remember my dear that evening of ecstasy, Moonlight seeping through the window panes, A witness of our love-making. You made me feel so special that evening! That stolen kiss- my life’s biggest bliss. That cuddly embrace, Placing my head
Nothing was beholden. Colony counts were perfect. You were never guaranteed and exit. I am stalked by lips of a black tulip holding a moonbeam. The world moves wearing a shell of emptiness in a cosmos, inviolable. Aggrandizement beyond the
Sometimes my mind flies away, leaving my body behind. I look around the room, I’m so confused. Who are these people? Why am I here? It’s a bit too late, because they can’t relate. What’s happening to me? Why do
Are you educated? Have you an injured heart? Have you a purified brain? Do you believe in truth? Are you alone? Do you seek problematic truth, solvable truth, real magic? Are you a secular person? Do you believe in democracy?
Let’s go down the memory lane, There she stood on the doorway, With her heavy school bag on, Puzzled to choose a way. The little princess walked in, With a little nervousness, Choosing words wisely, Trying not to make a
Why do you sigh and ponder, pinned under the misery of millions? Awake, Almighty son of Shiva. Shield us all from a wretched plight Wipe our eyes, we know thy might blow the conch and pick your goad it’s time
The only thing which restrain Our progress and does train Us to locate the farthest wain And show us how we are wane. Exams by force does restrain Our growth changes into inane. We found nobody to explain Why teachers
A girl walks through in the dark, Cumulonimbus suddenly blow with a big spark. Beings in the house, and animals under the tree. Others take their shelter in the busy road for free. Clouds roar and crowd of the rain
To the spiritually motivated And the highly educated Da Vinci code breakers CSI couch potatoes Murder she wrote Chance takers These rhymes between these lines May be not sophisticated An abuse of poetic freedom This pensome content speculated An artistic
An outcast, stripped and beaten up, the sickle moon smears the clouds with blood. I hate to wait for – the sun to undo this mess, an ethnic mutilation will bring a chaos. Nursing the peripheries, tribes were in pursuit
Light a sharpie so bright shines on beauty seen through decay. Both beauty and decay form a duality of darkness and luminosity. Beauty is a love that can provide for its reality against dismay. Just as tradition is a security
This is a delicate porcelain, but, she was broken… Love Crime— The Humanity Prejudice（Encounter In Masquerade） Split emotion, rupture thoughts, Tragic is melted in prejudice, Disguisers of Beast in human form, as cruel as ice, Mercy is tearing, mask is
An idea aroused again In the very hope to become li’l sane An idea has aroused again As a solution to this disordered mind or brain the plan is to write some rhyming line with figure of speeches just quite
I like Solitude ….. Together I was wondering how secured I am Together I was wondering how safe I am Together I was wondering how much blessed I am Together I was wondering how much cared I am Together I
Greenness in the upward horizon with the twinkling lights in the farthest sky Blue moving and merging with purple specks between Stonehenge left standing from ancient times. My thinking of this back to travel standing within the pillars, a sense
O Matchless Artist ! The Creator or genius scientist. You capture my heart with awesome wondering, And surprises, full of applauding. When I see those multimillion varieties of pretty flowers, I marvel at your marvellous designs. O perfect designer———–! You
My love, we ventured deep in raging storms, Have groped in fogs, plodded on snow, Endured the scroll, aligned to rules and norms, Would we then die in calm, when no winds blow? For ships are stranded in such windless
My hungering is not for Meat and bread, to be cherished, emotionally secure, for protection to embrace, Not close its eyes to my afflictions. For my dreams ‘n desires to be familiar Not be a foreign concept. For the dependable
A self-protecting game was going on. After the paternity test there was slow burning inside the moon. Earth heaved a big sigh. Blackwater was making a muddy sound. Embroidery was fading aftermoon. I open the window to uncover the chill.
I accept my flaws I forgive myself I forgive my imperfections both real and percieved I gaze at me with love I appreciate my goodness So what if it is fragmented? I embrace myself and reiterate,’ I am worthy” Thus
The native walls were hounding me- out of game. I was playing chess with god. Was stoned to death. A small boy’s arm was crushed. He stole a bread. What was the truism of unheard voices? Groping in green darkness
In the psychiatric hospital, angels have fever blisters because of too much powdered milk, swollen still hot from soft plastic cups as pink as their fingernails lacking calcium, Their wings hidden under dressing gowns made of felt, they grow beyond
These banks nurtured the lotus I admire, Not far landward are flowers riverine, Where hid beauties, hunters of yore aspire, The nymphs their hearts have fancied to enshrine; The river flows like love in rendezvous With Fate that caps its
” If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe.” —Carl Sagan It’s all in there, waiting, just waiting in the time before time, the universe, our universe, packed unimaginably tight, indistinguishably tight,
And there is the night. Darkness in full bloom. Creatures lurking, looking for food. That is the night, the real fright. The solem wisp of the ever ending fear of nothing, Yet everything. There is the night, the dark, The
She falls in love with you the way you portrait yourself.. She falls in love with all the fanciful words you used to describe her She falls in love with you whenever you tell her that she has a virtuous