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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
Held so close, your materials protected like I might wreck some Vibrant hues, a rainbow on the light spectrum Increased saturation, a narrow aperture, and quick shutter Snapping photographs of smiling faces as I slide in a slick gutter Haunted
Everything we know, or think we know, comes from an infinitesimal speck of time and space. “Important” people, just random specks of insignificance. Nothing more than Sea Monkeys, fluttering around Sea Monkey world. Everything spoken as truth only reinforces ignorance.
When you have A personal relationship with GOD, you have inner PEACE, That no one can shake, And evil can’t over take. There’s PEACE, JOY, LOVE That you have received, As GIFTS from his LOVE, And only comes from GOD
The house is quiet Now you’ve gone No more music No love song Emptiness rings out loud Where we would dance Without a crowd The house is quiet No more laughter Just memories Gathering dust Shadows that used to be
When I walk out in broad daylight, I am immediately handed with “Stand up and fight” brochures, persuaded to download the Vithyou app, begged to join self defense classes to combat the raging thirst, of uninhibited audacious beasts. I am
The buff flaunts his elements in a dissenting voice. Don’t go into the lake. There were no survivors. Stop kissing the moon all night. Clouds were moving away for the coronation of the sun. The windowpane was broken. Somebody has
She has opened her eyes, to feel the beautiful smile in her mind! Recollecting that he had promised… She stepped out into the world, to feel the dew filled grass Filling her with untold Love and solace… Flowers had bloomed,
The only thing which restrain Our progress and does train Us to locate the farthest wain And show us how we are wane. Exams by force does restrain Our growth changes into inane. We found nobody to explain Why teachers
A Naked soul once thought how it would be to be wild? To be dressed by the ambitions and fantasies all colorful , it couldn’t wait to shine. Listen to your soul when it calls for your attention, listen to
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
Winterlude From November to March winter-green and winter-grey for all the things you never say, winter-silver and winter-gold for all the secrets left untold, winter-snow and winter-frost counting all the thing we’ve lost, winter-love and winter-pain washed away in freezing
The flower that now captivates my heart, Become so fond of showing in my dreams, And oh, the sweet ruse that from there would start, Relates such dreamscapes of so lovely themes; Like fireworks that give memories their sheen, Excitement
Under the gaze of bald beliefs a warped dialect becomes a squeezer. Helplessly I watch the slashing of my wrists. Darkness burns, without light only intense heat. The expected miracle digs in around, in trenches of my knees. I become
The girl is an ultra-modern scholar, Belongs with an upper-middle class family. Looking very nice, smart, gets angry suddenly. She reads M.A in English at Presidency University. She is assimilating the ideas of Shakespeare, Shelley, Keats, Neruda, Byron… Fluently speaks
In the deep dark woods lived a great brown bear, he was seven feet tall but the townsfolk didn’t care for although the bear was huge and had fangs and long sharp claws, all the people would make fun of
From inner room to open field, from kitchen countertop to office desk, her travails remain the same. Everyday she tells stories that draws tears from hearers’ eyes, unceasingly, stories that elicit sympathy-she relates to her listeners; beyond description account on
Much can be said But we speak in hushed tones Curt with our responses Hiding behind the wall of vulnerability We hold our breaths in anticipation Who will be the first to crack ? Unsightly in the walls of protection
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..
Revelation Brevity of words; No rhyme within its reason. Haiku uncovered. Caught Out Summer rain spatter, Unsettled dusky maiden. Parasol resort. Crow Proclaimers of death; charcoaled anonymity. Murderous union. Prelude to a Fall Bitter autumn wind, Sinks teeth into summer’s
Roses are red and violets are blue, I’ve run out of violets, for the violets were you. Since the roses turned black the flowers have died, You left me on my doorstep, you saw that I cried. But lilies turn
When given a deep thought a certain realization hovered over my head. …truly everything happens for a reason, a reason that sometimes may be an unknown illusion, sometimes the things we curse and at times something that overwhelms us to
Fell in love – again Felt another’s love – again Idolized someone- again Blossomed long after the spring- again. There won’t be pain – again Will pleasure be sweeter savoured, rhythmic pounding pouring together with you in me dissolving- again.
Caught up in life quite mundane Searching for true happiness, finding only pain I’m forced to live where I can not be me I wish I could just break free Competition everywhere for which I don’t care It’s not true
Dark and sinister rain befalling us I know something is wrong, I can feel it in my bones, Catastrophic endless fountain of blood, But faith refuses to panic at all… I will go to my grave as a soldier of
What does it mean to be invisible? Is it when others have no problem talking over you during school, have no problem looking right through you into something they personally find worth paying attention to? Is it when you feel