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She was a normal girl with dreams and ambitions, Used to find happiness in God’s every creation, She was happily living with her small family, Never she had thought of being a part of such tragedy…. Suddenly she got missing
Everyone’s moving in a state of grey content to blend in and fade away. In the wastelands full of beauty you reach out your hand, come fly with me to the distant lands. Oh alien inhabiting my tired soul, let
Education ought to bring us out of dark Ought to take us to lights bright Ought to enrich our knowledge And make our cognitive powers sharp. But is it true of it today? Does it open new vistas? Does it
That roasting night when honeyed moon hung high weaving a humming sound I spoke to clouds. It happens every night, when smoke rises to discover the pain of a falling star. I start making a god from earth and water.
It was just News flash, nothing to be scared about. They were just News flash from a distant land; from far away land where the inhabitants were, well, that is if they were assumed as people; were thought to feel
Let’s go somewhere far, Somewhere where I’d hold you tight. Hand in hand. Wherever you’d like. Whether train or plane. An automobile or an boat. Either way will be home in justification. Journeying through each other’s eyes, a different aspect
One’s trying very hard to find one’s voice, The problem is one’s sounding rather stiff; It seems to me that one has little choice Than take a break and chillax with a spliff. If ever I should be Prime Minister,
She Keeps a Love to Nurture her Immature And a Vigor to Sacrifice the Fruits of Nature Her Dreams are Curtained Behind the Window Panes And Chained into Darkness with Teary Stains Her Audacity of Giving Birth to our Family
When anger erupts demon appears human disappears When tears trickle hatred vanishes sympathy arrives When misunderstanding occurs friendship cracks trust brakes When health deteriorates wisdom dons desire to live enhances When success is achieved Ego sets in respect to others
This heart’s a dog Beats for everyone who is false Always broken Remains stolen Sometimes sweeter when stolen It might grow holes Blood might start to pour It might not be ever whole Might never get out of the fog
I will make amends with me today, stop fighting with myself. Unthinkable to live without pain, in war with suffering. Quietly cries the flame without sound. While night lingers on. Nothing was easy for a quick resignation of ephemeral tears.
Now we seem too alone in two capitals, but tied with finger tips on a Smartphone. We are still wandering through the memories of one capital, in which we lived before. Today the same sleepy holiday unites us with same
Night enters into the drift. I get through a fossil, quite beyond the light, a search begins for a tortured being in some ideal’s mire. The battle begins, of fears and doubts and upon the trampled sun-blind truths of past
His obsession radiates deep into realms of eternity of the most dark, sinister and raw nature and he listens as the darkness of her whispers in the deep midnight hour “Do you dare to love such shadows as me?” He
Dawn left bare bones Gave her his cruel temper, he, whom no one had ever loved Virgin’s blood shed not for pleasure but for body senses lust Flare of fire, modern world burnt Fugitives from Orion hide on Milky Way
She has blossomed like a flower. Her smiles her blush tell that she is fresh and young. She walks like a bird that had just learned how to fly, Ignorant of the predators, around her. She smiles with one and
Lead me into, the green darkness, under the nude flames. It was hurting; the golden sun. Out of full moon, werewolves would come out chasing the flesh, the long limbs of silence, in asci of fluids, stopped in tracks. No
Thump-thump-thump A foggy haze. Moving bodies It feels warm in here. Or is it just me? Darkness. Then light. Pulsating. Excuse me. My bad. Thump-thump-thump Who is that? Squint. Lean against the rail. Look cool. You want another drink? I
In a sleepy little village, nestled down a leafy lane…. Lives an Eden-esque panorama, that lies hidden from the rain. In this garden full of secrets, where Mother Nature lays her head…. Exists a myriad of creatures, who have no