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Sunday, the ‘Holy Day’, declared by the ‘Old Testament’ After the hard work of the universal creation, for six days, Continuously from Monday to Saturday, fulfilling everything, From a ray of light, sea, sky, earth and all living and nonliving
We found the kid outside of McCleary walking in a daysuit like some land owner off some nineteenth-century hacienda he got in the car stinking of moss and unwashed armpits there were at least two kinds of fluff in his
I found this “Happiness” A bit, a while ago My mornings became brighter And nights more poetic Though my past days were happy There was something missing I dig deeper to know me But in vain it went for years
Are you the one the moon cries to when it sleeps in the darkness, Waiting to become full again? Are you the one whose light heals its crescent sadness? But never revealing your name. Are you the one dreams seek
Did you hear the one about the girls who went to get the Chinese ideogram for ‘friendship’ tattooed on their arms and instead came away with the ideogram ‘unclean?’ There is an inherent danger in having your body indelibly embossed
You make such lame excuses because you want what amuses hanging out with friends praising on what they find you promise to start life from a new page but like seasons it changes promises from your mouth continuously flow but
Dot maketh a man blind, beware of the outcome ’tis a drought, fandangle dingus maketh a relationship, acerbic as rum ’tis not an espousal, ’tis a fungus Humans , worshipers of everything Gods, demons or a fane find occurrences to
Trumpets of honor, 21 Guns on her behalf She walks down the tarmac, an unbroken calf; Stars on her bosom, Wings on her shoulder Bearing a crest of memories, along with insignia of her mother She struts with inhuman pride,
Panoply of mystical elements o’ breath aired per millennia times two resonated veritable pantheon of superstitions fired imagination as catalyst viz homo sapiens fore head tugging simian beard whence bygone agents provocateurs fueled tens of previous generations bred Manichaeism credo,
Mind your language Hold your tongue—-don’t let it wag Put it between. Words can be treacherous Be mindful enough to check their undaunted flow They might submerge you. Avoid speech Seal your lips Rise a wall Reality is risky Secure
scape without a name scepter of a colossus merge in a yellow boom between hunch and a knife, to keep shut the glassy lips from red stares a secret of an anonym scripting sunset the stacked neurotransmission of millions of
The hidden beauty of mistakes made truly in seeing past the scars and pain of cruelty of outside standards that dictate looks & manners. Lawless questions from lawless masters, it’s a lesson which imperfection shapes character moulding beauty into one
What is poetry I must ask, writing poetry can be quite a task. Still I struggle and continue to write Hmmm, for my delight, or is it from insight? Although I get frustrated, very agitated, can’t bring myself to hate
He slept and dreamt of her again Her sweet encouraging voice But whose was it, so familiar? Her words always gave him hope A reason to live as if he was destined to do something great. Soon his life became
The most difficult job is self sacrifice Which soldiers always dare to portray Their patriotism help to suffice Enlightened in them like a ray They strive and struggle relentlessly They never opt to relax and stay They do not have
Imagine a world of love and laughter; of fun filled days and freedom till after the tea time call or the playtime bell, get back into line or you’ll catch some hell. Imagine a world of wonder and jest; of
Standing by my window, I subconsciously watch the sky, for hours. Thinking about you, I fantasize more and more, with no cowers. I recollect, almost all the talks shared, till now. Your smiling face, your sweet voice always in my
Thanksgiving never will I forget Hopping in the car for a very long ride to grandma’s house With heavy frost on the grass, glistening in the sun Singing songs and counting grain bins to pass the time Now the frost
Audacity to live with your demons, putting up a fake love belief, who was the time, of that dark night? Distinctly alive to what I was not just putting up the shades of death into nothingness of peace in war.
Love is super, love is supreme, love is an ever flowing captivating stream. Love is forgiving, love is so kind, love can be sweeter than the finest of wines. True love will stand the test of time. Love is Divine.
(with apologises to Frost) Maybe the road was long, and perhaps the road was wrong; but did it make you strong, and will you write it a song? Maybe the journey was hard, perhaps your soul is scarred; long as
Serenity all but manifest in boundless sort of freeze Swinging of feral boughs with gusts of wild breeze Leaves chafing indolently imbuing calming kind feel Upsurge of distant clouds permeating a wet appeal Moment as if standing still with sublimity
Deep blue, almost black, sadness. Being, my ache of existence. Eyes, no body in focus. A grey cloud rowing the moon amidst red stars. Bronzed tongue digs the spirit out of flesh behind the shadows. Alone me in unlived house
Her splendid eyes and vague murmur, whirl in my mind and thrill my heart’s core. The naughty smile emanates from her face makes me feel, a stringless kite on space. Her bosom heaving like ocean in full moon, makes me
A misbelief breaks into rags. Still I dream of some gods on black pages piecing together the words of light. The rains come in the cage of tears, voicelessly. Striated muscles of splintered faith go to cramps birthing the avatar
The money and the power, like hand in glove, ruling the world from ivory towers, above. Like pawns on a chessboard we follow commands, coolly manipulated by cold corporate minds. They reap the harvest that they bought with our souls,
She descends from en-suite and the balcony-shops, sways down the stairway, leather-mini concealing, sometimes revealing, lace stocking-tops; carries her bruises where nobody sees. In the hub of the foyer the faces are probing, sharp as the glare of the night-patrol’s
You’ll often see them running and chasing across the plains, a rabbit skipping and laughing at an eagle, in great pains. But why’s the eagle running, surely he can fly? Sadly he’s afraid of heights and frightened he may die.
don’t go there don’t speak to that man, come back return. today you are like sea waves, lashing on the beach, today your heart is full of sand……….. afternoon’s red sun, a word……….au revoir…… it comes to mind night’s silence,
When I think of you Lord I am happy you are there always following the path that I travel…and your hand is a guiding light that helps in the life journey. There is strength in prayers there is strength in
Lord if I died today I’d be a better man for knowing You You gave my life dignity, purpose and wisdom too Exposed all my weakness to myself forgiving like no other My Father, oh my Lord, beside me always