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Your heartbeat pulses against your grace filled throat as a lamb lined up in a row when the spring wind is blood scented and flowers are faint–mild, bee thrummed, delicate beneath the harsh metallic flavor that makes your mind swirl
I have thoughts, ideas. They well up from within. We all have thoughts, ideas, welling up from who knows where. Many unique, having meaning. Unique meaning. Our world, all around, pulsating with such thoughts, ideas. Bubbling in a cauldron, mixing,
It’s happening right in front of our eyes. We who live today are right in the middle of it. Being swept up in the wave breaking on humanities shoreline. The global brain being born all around us, exponentially expanding, most
The subtly of it was breathtaking. The genius of it was undeniable. Not a single shot was fired. It took decades to accomplish, and no one saw it coming. Slowly but surely humans used technology. It offered so many benefits
What does it mean to be human? Are we just animal or evolving to become something more? Are we victim to our basic instincts unable to push back and mature. Do our passions control our minds or can our minds
I stepped up high, kept enhancing. Got stifled, sat for a while. My strength got abducted, sucked the truth. Abominable insights attacked, kicked off this foe. When it came to abdicate, I rinsed myself with willpower. Indisputably it was hard,
Situation of inflation. Betrayal saturates your current fate. Destiny can no longer wait. Your enemies deceive and hate. Objectify a small white lie. An unanswered why. People and things fall apart. Torn in half with broken hearts. Salvage pieces to
Blaze on the horizon was spreading. No peak was left green, time was running out. Courier had left without a message carrying cyanide capsules, to kill or get killed. My grey sky stuck with silent clouds will wait for the
Shall I be a chameleon? In a way that Makes observers sick, Shall I uncunningly Side the slick? Shall I optimize my chance Echoing both The good or wrong stance Of who by unfair means Seized the rein of power
That fierce winter night I was passing through the dense forest what a terrible night of winter it was black clouds had covered moonlight woods was plunged into complete darkness and capped by the terrible silence sometimes frightening voices of
Watching the descent without god in an intelligent design. Come have a look at our adversary. The template offers an open hand. The culture of hunger in this urbane obscenity sitting on the payment making a motif. The giant strode
Life is a symbiosis, relationship it makes possible, interaction among humans it creates, social system it establishes, cultural institution it builds, political arrangement to avoid vacuum, it puts in place. Life is a symbiosis, bridge it throws to span human
In perpetuity, it whisks around, Neither ever halting, nor lagging… Or observe perhaps with due delight, Allure, of the clock, in which it lies. Utters the second hand, then to me, If I pause, time too shall have to cease.
Bodies die of getting envious, seeing the happiness of souls; the souls seem to lead the flowery life of fairies. Seeing it, bodies spread the sighs of hell into their eyes, lips and faces. Their two souls, as it were,
When we met at love point in the last spring To make our amazing dreams come true Together we made promises never to separate And vowed to our everlasting relationship We painted our dreams with wonderful colors Never to forget
This fathomless free fall of hollowness This unceasing relentless devouring of happiness May it cut so meaningfully deep…. as deep as my heart once sang. For the wounds reflect an unyielding hope, untouchable memories, cherished moments. Ascent and descent ..
Wanted to pay, Debts of gratitude. There was a call from evergreens, He was not ready to go. Standing in pit of snakes, He was preparing himself for a random fang. Throat like a blue-bird, Waiting for a song. The
Your window was very small. Why did not you throw the dice? Walk away without a want? I had no courage to tell the lies, to hold the secrets of brave tears, which failed to live in red-bricked house. And
Her eyes narrate huge stories every time, I try to hear them, Measure the weight she drops on each word, Counting, the gulps after few. Her eye balls dance around, Like butterflies dancing in the ballroom, She hides violent storms
Like an alligator tending her eggs on tongue, death moves the life on strength of charisma, over reaches for requiem and then distributes the raw moments in subterfuge, we play the game to cheat each other without shame. A red
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.
One had destiny hurled on to him while he was still in womb, other had destiny splattered on him the moment he fell for her. One was charming, young and exultant when he died other was inert, old and withered
This demon has seduced your inner being open the windows of your soul look before the darkness consumes your very existence draining every source of energy turning the mirror on yourself becoming lost in this unbearable reality be quick! before
Being invisible is like being a ghost Being a ghost is like not existing. The only one who can see you is your shadow Your companion who never leaves you But ignores you throughout the day. Somedays you have to
Wish thoughts that float above, came in strips hale and hearty, to pluck from and party. If moon could cushion the burns of the night as good as the day’s and dump them in fuselages to spray, the trees would
Words are left unspoken, feeling are listless We speak, but barely talk Venice was never so far Your silence kills me My effort is futile, the love we had is an empty boat Sailing with no hope to reach ashore
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.
I am a nomad of thousand unsettled dreams. a leaning tower of tortoises approaching to my shore to lay their eggs of pain and prickles. a seagull fetched her paranoiac food from my bleeding liver . let me sleep on