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She was pensive Sadness looming large on her face She failed to manage What was hurriedly needed She just passed her twelfth class She craved to do graduation But circumstances looked stubborn to deny favors to her Father with all
How to begin the journey of truth? it was moving away from all paths. No concrete answers were there, questions loomed large, a moaning confusion reigned. I moved inward, to open the door, I had to talk to my poems.
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
Night The night is so strong it pulls you in like a shark into the deep water You can’t just dip your feet in because it cries primordial order Places in your mind are still until darkness is your midnight
We the highest of God’s creation we the knower of many, the holders of the eternal flame of knowledge. Universe still unrolling its sacred secrets. is it this pride which made us blind? so blind that no light permeates our
I care less, walking on plateau. Now, mind rejects the peaks. A small patch of green, I knead on ice of firm orbs. This sterile landscape starts a fire. My hands knit a taciturn probe to enter the inconceivable. The
The Thing that helps me see… makes the world blurry. The Thing that makes me laugh…. makes me cry. The Thing that fixed me… is broken. The Thing that I try to show off… is terrible. The Thing they call
You look up at the night sky with those sad, swollen eyes of yours. Closing your hands, you place them over your heart, and you tilt your head up towards the stars. There’s so many of them. You observe an
He said it was not easy, Not that easy, writing poetry. But I didn’t think so. (Yeah! I thought of it though.) I sent him my blueprint, He laughed and laughed… It’s not that easy, you see Your’s all wilderness.
(Recollections from Early Childhood, Circa 1999) In search of a de novo, at each dawn, I consoled myself; that– Tomorrow would be a new day, And each day, I looked back for you, May be it’s the way I love
Monster lurking around each corner awaiting the moment of absent mind to strike a venomous thing this is knowing just how to bite dripping with venom it sits and waits with a smirk it glares over to confirm the pain
The wine the wine it tastes so divine… The world is our oyster with pearls before swine… The laughter and rejoicing in everyone’s mind… The food is as fulfilling as times are so fine… The moon is full as my
A piece of glass shattered distorted on the floor A form no longer but pieces of what was once before A person would be dead if he broke but you wouldn’t be sure A slow process of gathering information to
Living on margin he was deceived again. A grasshopper was perched on door shedding green pigment. Granary was empty and he was, worried about the health of nation. Glare and splendor always hurt his eyes. In the name of prosperity,
O my sons of soil and daughters! I nursed you with my nectar But what you gave me back Loads of your filth and squalor. I watered your fields and orchards Bedewing lips quenched your thirst But you robbed of
What is peace, is peace a myth, from observing the world peace does not exist, unless it’s a mind state, or a frame of mind, the aforementioned means the same as well as man kind, peace is harmony, that’s a
Well I wonder what she was thinking Just before her car went over the bridge And into the cold frozen creek below Well only God knows, only God knows Although I think this story should circle The globe and never
Like a double edged knife That cuts deep and rife Like a cold winter breeze That makes everything freeze Like the sting of a bee Excruciating it would be Like a hot summer heat Unbearable it could be Like an
There was once a time, That I ran with a band of mercenaries. Sometimes I sit back in my leather-bound chair, And remember all of them, clear as day… The quick, sly Boston lad, Haphazardly dodges and shoots His way
Thoughts wander in my mind, but my vision ignores them. Words tangle around my tongue, but do not fall out of my lips. My fingers are intertwined around the pen, but my hands don’t write. My heart beats every voice
They brought back saddle without the warrior. Wrinkled eyes of a broken mother frozen with tears, pick up the pieces of carpet woven with blood. Lotuses are disappearing from the serene lake; migrated to seeds. There are no visitors. Who
Most dabbled indulgences are not means to any end Attempts just plain perhaps for old afflictions to mend Each day breaks new dawn again onto the cyclical night Waited more than my share for reversal of chronic plight Weary of
I can wait patiently enough, Although it is extremely tough, I can wait patiently enough, For your answer. Subtle though, my love Is not a flower Which will wither away, With every passing day. It has the power To sustain
After morning stretch exercises in a garden near my home I was relaxing sitting on a bench suddenly a sparrow from a banyan tree fell down just before me she was badly injured perhaps some merciless poacher might have thrown
Alone I walk alone I stand Known only to God’s angelic band Sometimes a blessing and a curse Solitude my friend for better or worse Many go seek elsewhere delight But I can see that she holds the light Only
Blessed??? So called destiny pushed me to an end, Found comfort and peace in writing, Making Poetry my best friend. Revisiting the past had never brought solace, Penning each emotion, hurt and pain, Aided in ending the distress with absolute
Centre of the belly is the core, core of my life. vividly, vibrantly, courageously lashing out at all the fine points. Ripping through veins and scattering through wounds. slithering to clear. splurging out, splurging, splashing, splashing, splashing mess, mesh covered.
She wanted the attentions He needed a companion Through their journey in life Fate made them cross path Between them, grew much feelings The infatuation, carried alongside their friendship His affection for her was indescribable Her indifference for compassion was
So I’m a couple months clean. Is this all it really means? Suffocating with these urges. Seeing things I’ve never seen. People start to care. Some just like to stare. I used to be invisible. Thought it wasn’t fair. “Hey,