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AIDS-will you let me live? You will live, if you remain faithful to your spouse, you will live , if you avoid sexually depraved activities, you will live, if you leave morally permissive life, hedonist world, media, and society promote.
I walk into my doctor’s office For my annual blood tests For my HIV. I suddenly feel the room closing in on me, The nurses began to stare and gather things, As I head for the front desk, the receptionist
Just say no to corrupt politicians, lying and cheating with their secret missions. Hugging the baby in the camera’s eye then stealing its lolly and watching it cry. Just say no to the corrupt EU, actually achieving what Hitler failed
It goes without saying; soon the cow barn will be full & men quite drunk, Women busy preparing to feed stomachs and give one of their own away, To who, doesn’t it matter? Old, too old or extremely old, a
Blood was in season, on your hands. A staged encounter mauling the clouds. Into a hare, you put the lead with a roar of gun and sun wants his share. Beneath the honours lies the guilt of a ravaged moon.
An old man from the hefty peak of snow beholds the ocean view with waves bouncing high He gets lost in pensive thoughts of nature’s attitude towards human civilization With closed eyes absorbs the events his life experienced in the
After so much struggle Throughout the year , After achieving success That you had feared, It’s time to cherish. To be thankful for the good Experiences you had, To be grateful for the worst experiences from which you learned ,
In a silent valley of feelings, Under the shadow of deep emotions, A person with a bag of old memories, With a bundle of unsolved queries, Waiting for his next journey, Beyond this inner world, He is a passenger of
Her journey took her to a place Where smiles did sit on every face Where long ago the Indus came And so gave India her name Softly shifting desert sands And mountains that stood high on land The setting sun
God’s hazel gaze scans a barren land empty stomachs and hungry stands a fertile field an enduring belief precious and exalted and dwelling bequeath breathe in, breathe out live, laugh, love the plea of the needy comes from above swift
You’ll leave. And I’ll try to ease the sudden stark emptiness with Hobbies, art, intellectual exercises, movies, new clothes, Flings, makeovers, muffins, brownies, ice cream, chocolate. And I’ll fail. Miserably. Just like Last time.
alternate title: debut of Amelie Beth Harris – McGeehan First borne progeny to the late Harriet and current octogenarian widower Boyce Harris her birth delivered more than the sum total of a healthy baby girl, she gurgled with contentment as
An insider was asking: this was a very troubling question. Why a culture becomes sick, burns the book, and beheads a god? Forgive my loincloth. This century was becoming very hot till the nose bleeds and fills the cauldron of
Opinions like onions The word on the street Expressions of impressions Sometimes don’t come so cheap Openly flaunted Or tongue in cheek A message in disguise Mailed, blogged or in a tweet A picture posted With no form of retreat
How can i thank A most faithful friend Who by my side Has always been Who’s never judged Nor left my side Everyday together But left at night This friend whose name I never knew Who never spoke This friend
Memories of pine strewn air Of long ago On those cold early mornings Enrich the day with color Confiding in childhood once again Warms the heart in an insecure world Tethered by arms of history Entwined by a web of
The whiteness in a black-spotted dove flies away from my head, each time war wakes up; A voice falls down from a window staring into emptiness, which is jammed with fragileness and trivialities, and crashes on the cracked street. Rust
Every little flower that blooms, Every day the sun when rise, Every night the moon when shines, Give you the wish to fly high! When in the darkness yiu fall, When in the crowd yiu get lost, Just close your
Look into their eyes. Eager, wanting to know. Wanting to know what they got themselves into. Fresh faces, years before the first wrinkle. Blank slates hanging on our every word. Each time, a clean slate pregnant with potential. Each time,
Reading esoteric science books I can foresee how a human being looks! Getting to know myself Starting to organize my bookcase shelf A visible being I am indeed Knowing the invisible me, I feel I am freed Freed from running
The spectre of falling towers in night unfolds in awe. A reclusive star rises in east at dawn. Heart of pig was being readied for implant, tallies with the seizured hollow of a man. A young girl of seventeen, comes
Tears, the salt of our soul, overflow Between life and death, recalling sweet Memories and dreams of the past, Flushing out from eyes, cleaning dejection And depression, to rejoice fulfillment, With battles, hazards and agony we had. Recalled my old
The holes we create within our lives Whilst struggling with all the lies A patchwork of building blocks That sometimes make us have to stop And take into our own account Perhaps with help we can surmount Though fear we
Each one of us has a story And one that should be shared Not one that’s strict and rigid Nor overly prepared But one that comes straight from the heart The journey you’ve been taking Of things you’ve done, the
You have accepted my light, Have you accepted my shadow Why did you let me vail from your sight, Why do i beg for your love wandering down boundless meadow Why do i plead you for acceptance, Why does your
Everything we do has poetry embedded within it Like a stone yet unturned A picture of the sun that brightly burned The faces of young children as they strive to have learned Describe an emotion that you feel and have
Weighed by the weight of emptiness lost in the loss of music withering rhythm plagued sunshine silenced voice feverish moonlight shivering chirp moaning rain crushed smell smokey eyes creaking breath coughing air wailing heart choked feeling burning soul join mourn