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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.
Earth one day looked longingly at blue vast sky and lamented , o my lover why so distant, don’t you understand my longings , reciprocate my feelings , I want you, meet somewhere, though people see horizon I find none
My sadness is an unwalled fortress Where bats and doves dwell together… My sickness is a virgin mistress: Unfathomed mystery ailing the core and cover… My wish is a homeless beggar Whose stretched hand is empty as ever… My life
Oh, please give me a break! I don’t speak the language That divide and categorize I don’t take pride in belonging to the groups It’s a sheer hypocrisy to which I won’t stoop I speak the language – the language
Every day I pass by your window, Half expectant of seeing you there, Lost in thoughts As you always were, I wish I would chance upon, Catch a glimpse, Of an unexpected tear, Rolling down to smear Your pretty face.
It’s a funny feeling, being totally remote. No connection to the world outside. My world has shrunk down To the walls of my house, To the boundaries of my city. I know many people, But as far as I’m concerned,
Upon her bedroom wall she wades Serene in Homers blue waters Past the dormant white hulls at dry dock, She smiles Before autumn’s sienna strokes of the harbor flats She feels the tides’ hands bathe her. From beneath her comforter
5am, the vending machine rattles, groans, collapses Violently, I kick it, yell at it, shake it The green tea can is grinning at me, mocking me. A passerby opens his fresh can of beer he sees me desperate for a
The dice were loaded right from the start what would they roll was destiny’s game would it be love or would they roll out hate would they lead to bliss or bitterness was the fate strange are the chances and
Walking on the streets nearby, a small pussy, I saw, Mewing, as abandoned, alone and aloof, so sad, Thirsty and hungry, I felt the need of saving and serving And took it home, to be blamed by my wife, as
Who are you, and why are you here? I am your security, your protector and your safety blanket. We will start this age of discovery and wonderment together, Pausing only to sleep and refuel our curiosity. Who are you, and
I was born with an amulet, my love does not die,it has no birth either. I have thousands of aliases, nicknames galore— I roam in timeless space with assorted bodies. You can see men in dark, so I live in
The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!
Last of the sunlight filtered in In through the window Lying lazy on my couch I saw Particles Particles dancing in the rays In the rays of the fading light Suspended thus Hanging thus What might they be thinking? Prancing,bobbing
Another one it seems has wilted to popular appeal, Ever first yet never last become victims of the boardroom deal, Sunshine blessed them youthful days when many a loyalist kneel, But still you didn’t refrain from catering to this radio
Without you near me the world is hazy, living without you is nothing short of crazy. Your perspective aids me to see things better, without you life is restricted with many a fetter. Your company beautifies the ambience, star gazing
Hiroshima, Hiroshima, Hiroshima The little girl named Hiroshima, lived in Hiroshima, Japan. Just when she was 13. A nuclear attack struck and she said “Bye Hiroshima, Hiroshima, Hiroshima.” The empty glassed sand and destroyed buildings were left, And Hiroshima. She
Sunshine haze over milky blue Ocean reflects white horses rolling wave Sea gulls squawk as they glide on warm winds effortlessly, above the port were boatmen slave Splendour azure skies trapping the contours of forests, behind cliffs tallest and brave
Its a different kind of heartache Where tears dont flow, Its a different kind of pain Which people dont choose to show, Its the thing which people dont understand Untill they stand at our place. They keep judging us Without
Truth is I’m just another woman forced to face The crime of a close friend Truth is where I come from everything is allowed except peace From hookers and hoes to junkies and crack babies From victims turned murderers To
Black skin glows Tough and toxic we are, The strength of the horse attached to the hoe of the earth. The black head is far from light, he said. The squirrel hole you should probe Our hunchback distinct theirs, Which
Sweet blooms dance across the screen Collage credits snipped from a magazine Marching bears play the liberty bell Thy tempestuous stomping foot sends them all to hell Bouncing maids on barnet fair Gods and angles grace the air A Cardinal
While walking to the store, I pass by so many beautiful flowers. There is the beautiful pink roses in full bloom and oleander. As I walk further, I see the beautiful crepe myrtles with Watermelon red, pink carnation and pearly
Mother, one day I’ll tell you all. How they had kissed me, What hotel rooms I’ve been to, Which promises I kept Which ones I ran away from. Mother, one day I’ll light a cigarette Before your surprised eyes. And
To get my dues I come to your door talking to myself Today I will present you my theme song in a live shooting belt. A confined thought had the influence fading away It was a stark, frightful journey to
I’ve always prided myself in being eloquent with the English language. Present perfect tense, Present Perfect Progressive I never did get around to understanding what the present tense was Or rather, being in the present. Most of the time I
Have you ever felt that feeling. When sitting alone and you feel that sense of belonging. That indescribable feeling that races through your whole body. It makes you feel like you want to preach to everybody. This is all triggered