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Restless, I rummage, I ruminate, I rile T’is dark, the world slumbers yet here I lie Tossing, turning, the shrill clock tick-tocking Midnight amplifying a roar of whispers inside Silly, frilly girl, a voice cackles a criminal cry Breathes a
I am tired of my rants like a millions hammers pounding away in my brain constant chatter drowns sanity expectations love and affection comfort insecurities and misadventures regrets lost and found a million lives not lived what could be and
Of all things sentimental. She came through the door wearing a suit of armor. The door closed behind her with a rattle and tick of swaying arms. With rust around her eyes she longed to be melted down. A drop
An individual can create a movement, so large and monumentous, it swallows deprivation whole. Fulfil missions from God, for family friends, and even foes. Angel of darkness, do not misinterpret though. Not crazy or lazy , step back and listen
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.
Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million
Let Judgement be on you! When did you take up God’s role? Did it ever occur to you that your opinions are of your own insecurities? Did anyone inform you that not every one will follow the norm? I look
When is it that you can say you really know someone? Is it through the tender words, the jokes, the loving glances, the fun times, the promises, the long conversations, the intimate moments? Is it through the uncertainties, the past,
Perfection may never come Maybe it does not exist The most important thing in love Is knowing love exists . Pass time together No matter what you do Talk often and listen too Let the warmth shine through . Watch
Our dawn falls with smile falling blind What constructed me, out soaring mine All the insecurities that you have shed Chained my glory in your empty dread I saw your imperfection and every flaw Still I could not resist, the
Our society, I believe, has its own twisted definition of Darwin’s “Survival of the fittest”, For it clearly reminds us time and again, about how it wants to be impressed – “He owns a two-storey apartment, he drives to office
Dear Irma I have great respect for you as well as all who preceded and who will follow you. I have refused to take any of you for granted even though I have never experienced your presence. Even though we
Hatred, anguish, and revenge resonate- through my soul amalgamate- with my reasons to keep going. Deceit has a stench so placid- even before interests and stalemate. Should I withdraw or keep charging? A pawn is a bait- with little leverage
Love – the quest , the ‘curiousity’, begins in us early, for there’s always enough of a legacy, to entice, seduce and delight ‘posterity’ … Seeds of ‘romance,embrace and cajole’, Nurture within to become ‘full grown and whole’, Everyone in
Today I know why God made me a human The species of agony,love and ideas I was involved in weaving my success When at sixteen I lost my heart to someone That person was a temptress The evil and saviour
Are you a dream or a reality? Kissing me gently, touching me softly. Us not meeting is no less than a tragedy. Why could I not see what was always before me? The endearing smile, Stay longer…just a little while.
Your gifts, I do not want to keep. Shapeless doves on the grass, were ready to take a nascent flight. My small hands prepare a daisy meal. Dahlias will bloom when the sun climbs. I pass the door, that moves
Time is a mirage to keep you in A continuation of what was and about to begin In sleep we travel far to unknown places from within The subconscious eye that gives us perspective of a singular enlightening The world
I was determined to churn out a poetry at any cost I scramble for ideas at no cost Topics in abundance do flash in random but they all appear to be in tandem My brain gets overloaded with thoughtless thoughts
My room was the old garage attached to the house festooned with posters and dirty underpants my father’s Mercedes was a sacred relic with a flavor of old leather upholstery. It rested in its own building. there must have been
Like moonless sky waiting for the next sunrise Am waiting for the day,you could see me I feel you in my soul Since when I started loving you Realized you are my life and destiny Since then I never felt
Who are you, and why are you here? I am your security, your protector and your safety blanket. We will start this age of discovery and wonderment together, Pausing only to sleep and refuel our curiosity. Who are you, and
Across dark thresholds sleep my dormant dreams, Inspired by aspects seen while I’m awake, Epitome of sweetness, my love seems, That nectar bees seek earnestly to take; A flower bloomed from primal buds of May, And nurtured in the sun,
You have to roll a six, With four dices on the board. The odds are not in your favor, Playing a big game of chance. Critics are saying it’s impossible, But you still play in the tournament. Self-discipline increases the
In the cold unfamiliar air an unconditional future cries out. Without a word loving ears understand with a timeless instinctual wisdom. Patience and strength are quietly demanding an audience. Repetition gives small comforts to those who wait behind a transparent
If you can’t open your eyes and see the beauty of surroundings within you, If you can’t hear the sounds and hear the songs of the birds chirping, If you can’t smell the freshness of air, For you, I will
By candlelight crooked fingers drew a face on water for the sake of sun. Night will tell the fate of flame. Smothers with Magnolia’s gloss. There was an eerie silence near the alarm clock. Time to wake up. The flowers
I remember well that sweltering summer. Sky bright at 1 am, no breeze to blow the dark in, blackout blinds and fans whispering. Still sleep was difficult, years before whale-song tapes and Victor Meldrew. Though we had our own versions.
How I chose to live my life. I’m wired at birth, my personality in place. I’m sculpted as a youth my environment had its say. The combination of both molded me as artists molds clay. With all this in place
I am someone who is as simple as ABC; yet as complicated as physics,chemistry The mere praises of people never thrill me; but the ones who love me for what I am does I like smiling at the butterflies dancing