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I saw you walking down the road Into the mundane Could I hold you back a little into a diversion a moment of indulgence unpredictably startling smile on your face and a sweet memory that will make the mundane extraordinary..
I lost my imagination in the modern customs of today I went to sleep one evening, awoke to a place where I just can’t stay Guile and avarice, greed, immorality and deceptive practice Melted tight with corruption, self-indulgence a twisted-knotted
Mundane indulgence for a prlonged state of agony in truth of fake lies and synthetic tears, bloated rendition of angels; the hate crawls out from the ruins of time. I crave for the musical instruments left in the room. The
Amidst of joyous merriment sitting lonesome in solitude Own shadow as company at a tether’s end fortitude With none of any inclination for any indulgence to ignite Reminiscing all times of yore with so much there to excite Am sure
Sadness mostly breaks upon the horizon it slips into its coma unless you awaken it with a light you carry it like a dead weight a burden inside you. push it all you might but sadness comes again. Let me
Movement spurts the truth- an endless journey. The constant search for beliefs creates confusion. Craving and wanting generates more conflicts. The meaningless life drifts. Can you go beyond your dreams, beyond your yearnings? I wanted to disagree with death the
Poem Dedicated To My Father Late Moinuddin Hasan–An Ideal Teacher- BEFORE TEACHERS’ DAY Moinuddin was his name,eloquent, which means— One who is an aide to faith and for that weens He lost his father when only six months and mother,
Winter fogs are delving over city Like birds of prey with breathless cold Each drop moistens your lips Passing shivering kisses like beloved. The last afternoon sun that brought comforting warm Meekly knocking at the door of grey sky, Her
How it is that – at shrine while saying prayers sex was on your mind? You hated the betrayal and emptiness of life. but still tuned to sweet indulgence. And then a sudden flash back slaps in your face, and
I try to sleep; but still wonder, where this hole is, The roof seems okay; the moon rays can’t penetrate, Nevertheless, every dawn; my bed is wet, the floor dry, Have consulted the carpenter, Inquired from the engineer on any
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.
OH ; THE PROTECTOR Oh my Lord ! the saviour of the world please listen to the plight of those you created and introspect whether you really are their protector You decorated their life with desires and destroyed them with
You curled, cruised, kicked and got her crazy She enjoyed a cocktail of emotions and images all so fuzzy You slumbered after all wailing and weep She comforted you all night trading her sleep You talked miles and miles She
Really focus lately,less moving,more thinking Creating my poetic dosage More painting, more illustrating, my reasons Splashing in poetic motion Adapting to the season and grateful I’m still breathing Thankful for the pain mixed in with the joy giving my life
Gladys was a devote Baptist and a Sweet old lady who never had anything Bad to say about anybody so when this Young man moved into the neighborhood They said you can just look into his eyes And see he’s
Cold stars reflected in the water Abyss beckons us his dark distance. Our world, only one of hundreds, In which we can not see the sun. In this world, I am uneasy, I want to touch other planets. Because there
Duis went outside and changed. And then. Who can still sit funny. However, he wishes to the hotel, the laugh of the gate of life, words of condolence, novels. I do not have football. There is no rent-a-car like a
We were the best of friends All summer long and through the fall and winter Cruising through the worlds we knew On beat-up bikes in faded jeans and sneakers Weaving in and out of high adventure Knee deep in grassy
Desk, empty because, you bullied her. Left her feeling worthless. Took all her courage, made everything seem hopeless. Never the one to ask. All she wanted was acceptance. She never wished, anything, but a friend to feel her presence. Hurtful
Her company recalls of strolls ….beneath mid-morning skies, Sheltered by canopy of clouds ….which stays but can demise, Her heart that always feels for birds ….the meaning of their cries, For bees if they have hives uncared ….so honey never
I dance in glee, Wild and free, As a butterfly fluttered, Alighting on me. I close my eyes, In rapturous ecstasy, Of a moment that, Creates a magic in my soul. A brief spell of, ‘It’s beauty and love’, A
Through the veil of love and care Innocence was taken to task Pleas fell on deaf ears Vampire thrived on tears An intentional infliction of pain Tears began pouring like rain With slander, abuses and rage The naive was kept
Nature’s undertaker and cleaner of bones. Making a meal of your vocation, You gather your tokens from The Reaper’s table, Peck by peck, a dissection by rip saw. Meat, by any other name, could taste no sweeter, And yet so
Of splendid thrones of gold or treasures manifold Of jewelled caskets or lavish banquets Of Emirs and rajahs Of Sultan and Shahs Of kings and queens Of rulers and emperors Of sparkling crowns or flowing gowns Of their subservient stewards
She watches him, every move sucks in his atmosphere, she fakes petty unconcern listless, restless encircling the prey spinning her web.. He sees all, walks away still faking it, she retreats smudging the smug hibernating until the next one lands.
Damned thoughts keeping me confined Enter inside lets see what you can find Plenty of negativity always haunts my mind Repressed memories about mistakes Emotions I can’t express because of the stakes Sexual thoughts roam amuck with no breaks Starting
Trust, when you can Have Faith, when you realize. Not the two sides of the same coin Trust and Faith are mistakenly combined Cornering a space in every Human Two feelings are never found together. Trust is the feeling, Of
If there were a spell or mystic enchanted charm I would keep them for myself and bring you to my arms My soul would show a shine the crescent moon never wore Then hug you throughout time….. closer than sea
Would not wear the seasoned face. Eye for eye blasting the truth. The path becomes the tunnel. Unending, in pain of speech at the expense of ethics. Under the fingernails they start interbreeding the ideas, crimnalizing the upright past. A
He started in an infirm tone as if the poem were escaping through his clenched behind, images and meaning forcing their way out, evoking a limp echo from his moist mouth. It had to be some elder enthusiast reading a
Lo and behold that feeling once more has returned To tease, test and torment dead past willfully spurned From window shut forever heard unmistakable creak A portent of ensuing havoc and destruction it’ll wreak Dilemmas deemed sorted in archives since
Murky was my soul, she came in like a sunshine, We walked on a clone aisle, our lives were divergent, ‘tween my acumen and wisdom, she was the skyline. Lost in her thoughts, omnipresent was her sight, Falling in love