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I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me
Full of beauty and majestic wonder Beyond the limitations of reason and understanding A sort of- holy enigma With no possible beginning, should there ever be an ending? Ever-watching eyes Always winking, might we share a secret I reach, but
Preparing jaggery from palm juice the resistance is splashed on face for the vision of peace. A pre-emptive trapeze breaks the monotomy of transsexuals. Intimes of peril the ancient conflict becomes a broker to fire the night. A ball of
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.
Black from face, A living grace, Behold her!!! She is the ‘Lady In White’. Flying High, Her consort’s cape, Died in War, She is the ‘Lady In White’. Tears escaping, Exuding her eyes, Rolling through her cheeks, She is the
Daily I see a different me, each morning I notice- an iota of sheen missing, a part of me has withered, chipping regularly from somewhere or the other, a delta difference between me and the me from yesterday, Am I
Watching the charred remains of the toys you want me to search for another house. Eventually I decide to go for a voiceless door. Who was calling whom? Eternity hurts me. I want to come to a stop, pause for
The beauty and aroma of that kingly pink rose, caught my sense and forced me to pluck that natural pose. Attracted by its mystery, knowing little about its history, just looking at its pinky blush, my feelings ran deeply flush.
An unknown awaits to come out from her dark closet slowly leaven to ensure the pain to be undefined something anxious is always on her mind resting to fulfill her choice. It’s not a follow up path for her it’s
Those aerodynamic seconds when Tarzan catapults between climbers through wild greens A nose sprouted on my scalp steers my body into wheels of motion as the doormat whisked from under, flutters Into a maze of colour then of frolic and
How I see myself? I see myself in the…….. exalted waves of the sea, dark, rainy clouds of the sky, lightning of a storm, reverberations of thunders, cold, icy and gusty winds of the wintry days, silence of the mountains,
In the channels of the mind There may be untapped abilities to find. Who leaves a stone unturned? Review the materials learned. What did it really say? Did it explain the way? Did it anticipate tomorrow’s day Did it send
Her body is the ever-punctured typewriter Pricked by the fingertips of lovers and liars alike, Since brick has been put upon brick to build – She has been made into verse. She is laced in souvenirs, splinters of a dismantled
You are welcoming, nice and caring Respectful, loyal and understanding Humorous, assertive, secure and true Always there… yes that’s you. Special, open-minded, exciting and wise Honest and helpful, with honest dark eyes Sympathetic, forgiving, cheerful and sweet Yes that’s you…
It was early spring, I wondered what it would bring. A celestial then came outta the blue, Left me with no clue, Trappin’ me in a succulent trance, Like the flushing meadows of France. Her smile made the moon look
One ring from “My Friend”, Nice to hear can join a team outing, But “Am Not” part of that team, Curious to know which place- It’s “HONNEMARUDU”, “One Ring”– Made an Amazing Golden Moment with Nature!! With the blessings of
Corsica, oh my Corsica, Corsica of a thousand charms. Corsica of whose fragrance I can distinguish from France. I delight in your coat of arms, with an image the replica of an emancipated man. You were my childhood paradise, in
when young death is unheard when grown up death appears mystery when at ripe age death appears real When health deteriorates death knocks at your doors You either surrender or try to escape when you surrender you are no more
It was like a lightening striking me and blinding me for a while when I first saw her approaching me Her electric presence was like impending pearl, like rain drops amidst her surroundings I dreamt of being with her in
In these nights of raining moonlight I ride a shikara… I row away Looking the shores of lost days… I am moving alone through this canopy of water in which the sky poured the melted silver…, in search of the
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Smudged on the horizon, Beneath the uncaring gray clouds, Farewell of the year Fireworks set out, And the ink drips down to nothingness. Life goes on. But pain has the gift of rekindling, And heart is it’s faithful torchbearer –
Descending schools of clear droplets wash away yesterday, Thunder bellows and shakes …stirs thoughts adrift in the distance, trickles of fine creeks merge on the bedroom window pane. ..and I reflect back to a man…an essential friend… His last night.
(1) The door; out of it there is everything; Flags and noise, traffic policemen, temptation apples, toothy eyes, ears calculating breath bangs, tinny moon counting steps, cheeks flowering with love ready to pass to oblivion, flattering choruses, cola tans, gay
If you’ve listened close to silence, I’m sure that you’ve heard, The gentle constant ringing, In the space between two words. When you really pay attention, You find it’s not just in your head, But instead in the whispers of
Respect life, it is the only one you have Respect yourself, because YOU are God’s miracle Respect your parents; they may not be there for long Respect every human being, irrespective of their status in life You never know, whom
Adieu the happy year, Run, run the Trojan horse Towards the servile marriage bed With all inglorious splendor. The deadly weeds of unhappy moments If ever entice you as dew fresh grass, If the supposed Helen with supposed charms Riding
The sweetest song has yet to be sung The best sermon has not been preached The greatest speech has not been spoken The loudest noise has not been heard The highest praise has not been raised The prettiest sights have
Past, past and gone past Do they ever anything cast? They do. They mould. They shape, they truly cast The actions of present And advent future To be or not to be To abide or glide. Comers will be coming
Those mountains, that tree, these rocks, oh what colorful leaves! I glare there I see gleaming that peaceful lake. Above high in the sky soars a bald eagle, a strong eagle one who shows pride oh my I see, just
I gathered insufficient number of perceptions, because I put them into old bottles. I walked an endless distance from this permanent peak in the desert to the other camel hump. Is it progressing – It’s not in my hands. I’ve