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Our innocent years and times gone by I remember too well when I was a child. Eating ice cream and playing hide and seek climbing trees and scuffed knees. Apple pie my gran would bake, Toffee apples and strawberry cake.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?” Everybody ask me the same and expect me to answer your name. But I’m truthful sorry I ain’t helpful. I show what I see please don’t buzz me.
Through the trials and tribulations Let the heavens shining light breakdown An devastation but never let the pain of her king Being taken become forgotten because little do we know We were witness to an angel with the power to
I’m scrunched in partially obscured view seating, hands at my temples, elbows pressed to the balcony rail. Look up, Sherman Alexie! I squint through borrowed glasses, willing your signature pen to drop, your writer’s eyes to find me. I’m cheap.
When I see your face, I feel the whole world’s upside down, The trees start dancing, I feel the soft breeze blowing over my eyes, I feel the warmth of sunrise. I spend the days thinking about you, My skin
Nature is Natural. Nature is Wonderful I have never seen anything more beautiful than nature An afternoon breeze expels cold air, Along with the fallen green leaves. The sun hiding beneath the trees, Making my skin warm The music plays
And you, Cinna, asked me ‘Write the best poem ever written’ You, who died burnt and beaten As no strength poet, for poets find Strength when Muse kisses their mind, And let them spread message of the strongest kind May
In this blood-watered land forms flow fluid as serpent becomes lizard, lizard becomes turtle, turtle become cicada, cicada becomes sea urchin, becomes sacred owl with onyx eyes In this soul-fed land fugitive figures fuse into each other, my breath becomes
The wind on high blows and branches bow on the tallest of trees and together they lean in shades of the brightest greens, walk with me along the high heath and gather flowers that spray all around your knees as
I sat here before Back to the wall The walls spoke of sorrow and fear Now they warm my heart With sparking luminescence Firing bulbs of elegance that Soothe the soul entranced Life has come back In glorious delight Every
Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach,
Seek knowledge from the cradle to the grave -Prophet Mohammed Last night I dreamed the snow-capped hills of Swat… I saw the green spread valleys And the lucid swat river I stood for a while in front of the gate
Gently caressed by the breath of the breeze, branches sway atop tall lofty trees. Restless leaves, to gnarled fingers, cling wondering what freshness the new day will bring. Hopping about on long leafy arms, fluttering feathers displaying delicate charms. Beautiful
Crafted in a fine web like Gossamer design… DREAMWORK on a star stream In a timeless circle, circling the Great nebula divine, third eye Projection, rowing in stardust And in the river of Eridanus… Well the dream has just begun
Family. That’s what we’ve grown to be. From once not knowing each other’s names, To all being able to take the blame. The past 3 years, We’ve grown to become who we are, From the people that surround us. Our
Was it a spiritual failure of a man to become an animal effortlessly? and how difficult it was to change the street’s crowd? In the human drama no dialogue ends. It begins again and the hero replays the tragedy. The
We seldom expect the unexpected We were preparing to go to work We got agitated for small discomfort We shouted and blamed each other for nothing We felt life is ruined because of our mismatch We prayed this be the
Spaceship ! You know that spaceship is related with Alien, Moon, Planet, Star, Stun Gun… You may be right or wrong I don’t want to know it ! Sometime my soul creates a spaceship I enter into it from my
Love squared by Love rounding each edge, geometrizing each ends equalizing its alphabets, circling its triangles. Infinitesimally surrounding transitory planes and lanes within our pyramidal silences, giving new lines and directions, intersections of re-constructions compasses and conjunctures within rebellious Mathematics
Under the vast canopy Of spotless blue sky With snow-capped hills as neighbours Rests the cute cottage blissfully In the midst of blooming flowers Far from the madding crowd Far from din and bustle Far from smoggy air space And
My life depends on how fast you unload Ephemeral me; who prays for either too hot or too cold I sustain such extremes for my survival I pray for some reuse before recycle You chat and engage for long is
Love is the power, in the center of your soul That makes you feel needed And wanted and whole It is the force within that heals the wounds of life That eases your anguish and lessens your strife It’s giving
How many boyfriends have you been through While I stood by your side wishing you were Mine the whole time, how many times have I Helped you pick up the pieces of a broken Heart, break up after break up,
She wasn’t taller than her doll-house. She was still writing to Santa Claus. Dark curly hair and wide open eyes she piously kneeled piercing the skies. She smiled to Heaven and silently said: ‘With this heart I Thee wed! ‘.
And so in darkness shines the light That pierces through those fears. And fights The beat of doubting pangs that plagues This passionate heart. Our souls are quenched when you are here In warmth, in love In Eucharistic prayer. So
I will make amends with me today, stop fighting with myself. Unthinkable to live without pain, in war with suffering. Quietly cries the flame without sound. While night lingers on. Nothing was easy for a quick resignation of ephemeral tears.
Asphyxiated by curled hands. Punishment for tainted moon, it has floated down to darker side of continence. You push the body in wall, Coal burns in the eyes. The shadow at last, leaves the body. The high priest, goes for