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You entered my life and merriment begun, The warm hugs and sparkling eyes, In your tiny fists, You held so much fun. From babbling and broken words, Stumbling steps to bold strides, I watched you grow with eager eyes. With
The age of glory, Many words for excel; For intricate and impulsive minds 1000 things to baffle. Fairies evolve to friends and devils to foe; When your Adrenaline starts pumping, You long to, But never know that’s where you either
Captivating eyes, yes eyes, those eyes, I gazed at èm, heard sound of drum, The day I was right in the front, was that just a hunt? First look, deep inside them, left me numb, Wonder why those mesmerising eyes
Grown older with time, Lost my childhood prime. No worry of future, No dreams of tomorrow, Still, living life at its’ best with forgetful sorrows. Being eldest of three, carried proud feeling. Still, walking in hands with my siblings, Sacrificing
In those moments you succumb to the windless state, before mills dormant arms When you shed colored skies and scented breeze, letters detach from their horizontal stance. This familiar place of utter embraced distance, this far edge of nameless field.
Wanting to feel your breath in this room, in half-light, my hands opened the window to let him in, the green moon. For so much violence in everyday life. let’s break a poem and sqeeze its honey and carve only
Once, my tongue reached out Deep towards your heart In search of all the pain And dirt And grief And desires And the philosopher’s stone. In search of all that That made you seek me out Amongst the crowd of
Jim 1 Divorced from the outside world as if you have never heard changes in the back of my head egg shelled in design & form some may insist on cursing the very day they were born Dionysus was intigued
Fed up of being so gloomy everyday. Adventures await I tell everyday. Again and again I am deceived they say, in spite of that I want to gamble everyday. Even now I don’t realize the truth, but I want to
cracking bones in the kitchen use the heavy knife swallows on the lawn want inside paint the hand-tied rug with fleet shadows you’ve used up all the hot water old iron bathtub ringing like a gong this tone your elbow,
No more pain No more tears That’s in heaven There is total peace… Love and joy Total freedom My only hope To be with Jesus… Maybe today Maybe tomorrow My Savior will come And save me from sorrows… My trust
Rose blossoms in filth Love for lust begins in bliss Thorn accompanies Rose uncertainty is part of Love Rose looks beautiful when fresh Lover looks attractive at first sight Rose withers over a time Love turns bitter after some time
People often invite whole family for their marriage functions generally not all the members of the family attend function some have genuine commitments,some not interested and some hate functions One who attends will have to be prepared to answer queries
It is 9 o’clock; will be up in some time. Woke up later, what! It’s still 9 o’ clock! Clock’s not working. So much smoke…! Can’t see Anything at all! …Ahu Ahhu…! Have to open the window…; the window is
Those barbarous men took all my felicity and killed me with their adze. Each piece of my fragmented heart endured a lot of angst. By defiling a dauntless belle they exalted their brutality. The ferocious act of theirs, brought me
It is night again, And the darkness wakes it all up. Rooms left to collect, the dust of Fault and dissent, and the Forgotten madness of bygone days. We have created so much with nothing, And done nothing with so
Brave is nothing without proof But believe me I do believe I am brave Perhaps you will see that Maybe now Maybe in the generation Or maybe not It starts with the nature of you I am braver Than yesterday
My sins have risen landing me in a prison Darkness dwells In the corner of my cell Hope has fled And trust is dead There is no humanity Only insanity Innocence is not alive anymore It is something I thrive
Wide awake, the double helix splits. Chasing the debris of refusal to die. The new genes choose to mutate, fencing the child who wanted to become only brain. No flesh, no bones. Will he survive on this date? In the
Was isn’t the same as is, nor can now Be the equal of then and likewise that which will Is yet not yet, dividing in the first few seconds Into myriad trajectories flung apart At light years per second into
Assembled casualty, repetition of conflict from the time of its start until the approach inside your heart, just before the last beat. Instrumental are the events that correspond and implement an almost unjust desire, circumvent any time spent and repent.