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It’s not like, I did not have a choice… But I’m trying to subdue, My innermost voice…! I know intuitions, Show us the way… But this time, I’m not going to sway…!! Because there is nothing, Mortally I can do..
There is a voice in me, I listen to barely. Invisible as phantom shadows, It haunts me, taunts me. I sip some poison Inebriated; It flaunts me. It knocks me off, Scissors me in two, ‘Good or evil, whose baby
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 string that ties everybody together Each vibrating a different sonnet Expressing the tune of melody connecting the human hearts Oh! I listen to the frequency of the string My fingers gently getting on the strings I feel the strings
Some days, I sit and dream of being something beautiful. I dream of being the sweet flower in every person’s garden, Or the little butterfly that every child loves. I dream of being the magnificent peacock, flaunting every gorgeous feather,
A helpless, harsh cry Erupts the neighbourhood Then comes the sound of rumbling As if there is a storm breaking down Our thin walls I listen intently and feel my heart Pound in fear I look around the tiny room
Sixth sense, a magical phenomenon, a super natural phenomenon, a gift bestowed upon some people by the Supreme Lord. Each and everyone has got sixth sense; Only those who are spiritually connected to God, Experience the direct perception of truth.
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
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
Have you felt nauseous that you want to vomit out yourself? So tense that your muscles find it difficult staying in one piece? So worthless that you wanted to die? Well, I have and I can tell you that it
It was so sweet, so alluring, Mysteriously attractive, seducing. I was mesmerized, so hypnotizing. Your voice truly a heart captivating. The way you sing my favorite song, you are worth listening. The way you gently close your eyes and utter
It’s always absurd To give up everything and run after something that’s never been achieved without even knowing if thats anyway possible A total dreamer missing everything at every point believing in instincts that are just abstract emotions Maybe its
Sitting silently in this crowd Hearing all the voices so loud Understanding what my heartbeat tells Concentrating something else Heat of pain in these eyes disbelief in my hidden cries Feeling numb nothing to act Everything seems like a fact
Sixth sense, a magical phenomena, a super natural phenomena, a gift bestowed upon some people by the Supreme Lord. Each and everyone has got sixth sense; Only those who are spiritually connected to God, Experience the direct perception of truth.
The snow fell quietly on the little hill with the softness of swan feathers, blanketing the ground around the tiny log cabin. Wispy drifts cascaded down the roof and gathered around the windowsills as if to cradle the tiny abode
Standing in this windy night under the sky in its violet light screams of the wind, its sounds blowing everything whatever it found watching the flashes of the sky thunder lightening up so high seeing this climate change violent mode
If emotions were sounds, And feelings could be heard, What would be the loudest? And would some be unheard? Huff-puff, rattle, grunts and slurs! Would we just hear random noises? Whistles, whispers, shouts and roars! Or beautifully harmonizing inner voices?
Among the herd, In the bustling city, Voices here Voices there. I’m unheard. With all my heart with all my strength comes a shout resonating through the glasses. I’m unheard. The voice within cutting across the wind scattered everywhere Oh
Our freedom began with the historic words At the midnight when the world sleeps India will awake we did wake to freedom It’s now the sixty ninth year of freedom But what sort of freedom is this A handful of those
I remember my dear that evening of ecstasy, Moonlight seeping through the window panes, A witness of our love-making. You made me feel so special that evening! That stolen kiss- my life’s biggest bliss. That cuddly embrace, Placing my head
The sky is sobbing and will not stop Drenching me with cold big drops. Dashing back indoors Dripping all over my clean floors. I shouted up to the sky “What’s wrong, why do you cry” A loud crash and burst
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
It was a normal day As they usually always say With fights alight, And deaths made right With masses arguing And the hunger growing. Ahh what a sight! A perfectly normal sight! I could just not wait Any longer in
On a neurotic Night I lay in bed Awaiting sleep That never Came….. I closed my eyes To establish An inertia Of dreams… An inner carousel Within me Revolves… Flashing A power point presentation of The precious Moments Spent in
In touch with my inner feelings, The emotions of loving and being loved, Spanning from admiration to adulation, Reflecting all diversity of love, With a silent glance, Eyes speaking volumes. A gentle whispering kiss, I flap my wings to soar,
We promised you a ‘Happy’ surprise and here we are with our next contest – “Happiness Happens!“. And truly so for happiness is not a destination, it is a journey and we would like to be your co-travelers on this
The little shadow walked into her lonely world, his eyes candid, covered in a helmet, he looked onto hers. Into that dark, holy night of a love unfelt that swirled, Her eyes wandered and recalled “dear love bereaved”, the echoing
The black smoky cloud Floating in the air Was ready to spread its wings to the world. I looked up to see its black strong wings. Part by part , section by section It floated away and re-joined slowly. It
A big red box, my suitcase, tucked under my bed. Is the box merely a box? No, I’m afraid. Bearing throws, bearing blows, bearing scratches, sporting patches. Generously forgiving, my wheeled travel companion, emerging to unite with me on the
And I won’t cry, When you will come…. Peacefully I would lie, Waiting for my turn…. Don’t hesitate dear,as there’s so much noise, Just concentrate…., and listen to my voice. Though I know,More precious to you I would be…, Than
A hollow space within my heart Says, Hello Daddy let’s restart. Let us walk back in time, I’ll hold your hand you hold mine. Only the happy places we’ll visit The sad roads we will resist. We’ll walk down the
She came into this world with a healthy loud cry. She was so very excited but, things looked awry. There were no happy smiles to greet her arrival., She had no clue, she had caused such upheaval. She was not
Love, I ache to hear your voice, sit spell bound in your presence. Be cradled by your embrace, comforted by your arms, Treasured, I await your coming. Will not turn you away, let you down. From that moment on, our
“A young, bubbly lass once I saw, Tall, dusky and a charming smile she wore. Like all little girls, she waited in anticipation, Of a handsome young man, Who’d love her like no one. Her little follies he would overlook,
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
I thought Life is a fantasy having a lot of positivity I spent childhood happily and merrily I cherished Teenage which was full of excitement and entertainment I entered adulthood with dreams and challenges I experienced Middle age as most
There once was a boy from this place, Where nature gleams with glorious grace. Though all seemed right And the sun always bright, He dreamed of someday travelling through space. In school, The only thing he ever did do was
I feel the tiredness of my years, those quiet times when breath appears in melting mosaic imagery, upon the mirrors of a sea that only calls so many names, through pious sunlit tortured flames that scrape themselves away from light,
Sensuous touch of sea Waves whispering to me Enfold me in its close embrace Stirring my soul With eternal joy. Every grain of sand Tells a story As the voice of sea Speaks to my soul Of passions in life.
An imprisoned bird looks through the window, beauty of the stars in the dark sky. She dreams to fly with her wings wide, sensing the fresh air, rejoicing amidst her fellow birds. She dreams to be happy and free again,
Trying to follow truth his journey was nightmarish. Alchemic fusion with past and future failed – his bowl was still empty. In the inner space a largesse, free of present, becomes the pain of perfection! Now what to do next?