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I am the little tiger that ran away The jungle seemed to disappear each day I wondered hard and long but I couldn’t stay So I walked down river to find another place to hunt and play Everywhere seemed to
There is not a space left to withdraw, For the eyes to draw respite From seemingly cornering stares That seem to hold me tight Not more intrusive than a sweeping fly That rests to tinker the open savoury A thought
It’s been a day, maybe two Since our chance encounter when I met you And suddenly now the words are pouring Like the rain on a mid summer morning It’s beautiful this feeling,this constant yearning But I knew from the
For my water god I entered the wetlands. Fog was increasing and me becoming incoherent. The swamp throws a high tide of rolling wave I lift the burden of bones and take a plunge in darkness. The holy moon gives
I’m but an Autumn Leaf , Twirling, swirling with winds I play And oft stirred by a squirrel’s feet , The crowning glory now lost and sway All my greens are now russets, yellows, Rambling, roving in golden meadows I sing soft songs
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I am ﬂesh and blood and feelings Amongst other things.. But I am ﬁrst and most importantly ﬂesh.. skin, bones, muscles, blemishes, pimples, scars freckles, moles, and dry skin and blood – running through my veins, gushing out of scraped
It was astounding sitting under the stars, the words were set free out of all bars, emotions and feelings were ready to pour, as if someone had opened long awaited doors. There was so much to share and speak, which
I remember the laughter and all of the smiles, The journey that seemed like a million miles, The happy times when I had such fun, But really….who did I become. I often wondered what life’s about, When it felt my
‘The moon is out and the night is deep Though weary, but still I cannot sleep While I stretched myself here in my bed And mellow music played in my head These lighthearted songs, I let it flow With rhythms
I was there alone trying to convince myself a lie Somebody came from no-where and made my heart fly. Even without her, I was thinking that I was happy But I was forgetting that key to all my happiness was
Hold me tightly as a creeper holds a tree, and adores, Kiss me time and again like a wave touches sea shore. Be with me forever as moon and earth stay together, Love me unconditionally as God loves all creatures.
A bond that remain till death, Memories that remain unsaid, Partners in crime, Terrible with mind No plan for future, There is no one mature, Its makes us fight; It makes us scream But the bond between us remain clean,
Birds chanting and flying, How beautiful it is to be free, Their propensity towards nature, Reminding me of how brave I used to be, Fearless, courageous and heroic, Floating in the clouds carefree, Memories taking over the miserable present, But
Bearded face still looks from the severed head, in timeless gaze after the spitting blast. A nimbus cloud is lobbed on the tormentor to stop burning; the silver urn contains the daisy sick to wean away the enemy of tender
life is a beautiful and precious gift given by god, That gives us a chance to live as we like. Sometimes it make us feel like teeny-weeny pot. Though we are unsuccessful, But we try our best to be successful.
Wasteful truths about life unfold; to float in dreams of what to undo. Like a candle waiting to be put out- They bristle regret’s shadow into a kayo. Playing laments meant to scaffold- kindred spirits; caught up in a rue!
We wander in this desperate land. With hopes of anticipation. You hold my hand, I hold yours. Like woven threads in wool. We are fragile leaves in an autumn tree. Ready to fall in this timeless abyss. Nature gives us
THE YEAR I WAS BORN we were still fighting the Vietnam war, Nixon was all caught up in the drama of Watergate then forced to resign by summertime handing his key to the White House over to vice president Ford,
Our love is not the stuff of legends, of poisons, of letters written with blood. ours is the gentle, everyday love. of fingers run through hair. of legs thrown upon legs. of little things. of wearing each other’s clothes. of
In rain washed night, When every thing is out of sight Because of hazy rainy splash seething the earth with drenched lash. Water gushes from lane to lane As if his filled glass has broken on plain And trickles on
Love and beauty play hide and seek Up and down mountain and peak When every thing becomes so bleak Through all the days and through week Sadness of beloved take very many faces Different designs with different basis At times
I wish often, to be a free bird, And swoop along the far-flung skies, Flying high, cruising the worlds, Lavish with engaging exotic aria. Could I be perchance, that first rain, That creates emotions, so light, The earth enjoying the
The same rhythm of a million years, Today is not today. The same rituals of splintering spheres, All acts of the same play. The same longing that filled The first vagrant lone poet. That grew and dreamt and then distilled,
It just kept on running Constantly with all hurdles been crossed Wonderful memories left behind Unforgettable fame that’s written forever It just kept on running With many mouths that hurt With many mouths that praised Packed and stuck in my
I mailed a letter to the almighty for the things I want, Instead the letter I received was attached with cowardice with it. A father with no spine neither free will to begin, Was one of the things God bestowed
The birds, trees, sky , and sunshine A kiss for him ’cause he’s so fine Playing on the beach, on the sand Wearing sailor striped knit clothes And holding his hand Swirling around I let go of him To smile