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What would you name a relationship- Sans lust Sans sensuousness Yet so cherished that it leads to a big smile. What would you name a relationship- Illogical Unacceptable Still so desiring that it ignites the soul. What would you name
I came from a house adorned By a river as its border The banks of which even now Rustle with love. The branches of trees, shedding Feathers of night birds reflecting Fairy tales on my inner self. While bathing in
There’s a kid somewhere in a town you’ve never heard of sitting in a prefabricated movie theater or maybe one old and rickety haunted by the adhesion of a million spilled and sticky substances lost within their own great thoughts
The angel of friendship rumoured of an affair with a demon; The legacy of beings of every Earth Lives through its connections. A tale of geese of the morning sky, Pose as a ‘V’, glorifying amity. Owing to misapprehension of
In a way I’m jealous of the blind man and he’s jealous of me, for the world he will more than likely never see. The beautiful mountains and the palm trees, the beautiful blue wide open seas. The bright blue
Fetters I wear, many As a creature of habit Robes of roles I don. Somewhere lines blur and ego takes over A need to belong, to gratify my restless spirit that seeks answers to questions of my own insipid existence
We see good and evil in our world. To make sense of it great myths of the light and the dark have been born. Great stories down through the eons have flowed, great battles fought, forever being told. Gods in
Unmoored in twilight, my most visible hands were ready to slam on the moon of stains to bring out the water of life. A secondhand night was waiting for an explosion, which never came. How long will we go to
“I AM GOD’S CREATION – A SOUL” Can anyone tell, “Who am I?” What am I doing on this Mother Earth? I wish, someone could answer this question of mine! Can anyone tell, “where did I spring from?” And for
An image was talking to you in your mind. There were fudged voices of foot soldiers of half-gods. I was scared of synthetic leaves and black stars. It was a most explicit blood dance baring-all, the hiss of cones. You
*Whoosh* Thoughts embedded into my psyche unravel, As I steadily make my way out past the unabating white water. The pure, crisp, salty air fills my nose, lungs, and heart. *Whoosh* I cast an earnest gaze onto the horizon, Awaiting
I am the little tiger that ran away The jungle seemed to disappear each day I wondered hard and long but I couldn’t stay So I walked down river to find another place to hunt and play Everywhere seemed to
We are encrypted likenesses of reality born out of trust between blankness and fingertips when knowledge leads and potential follows folding and rolling and bending. Intricate patterns, cumbersome schemes are woven into our souls. Tension within us aches for release.
After separation from death rain-scented moon was rising in broken sky. Night birds started fluting one to another relentlessly; earth unjointed, was speechless, in failures we meet often, a little while. I was ascetic scaling blood pollution, the life had
In this part of the story, I will be the poet, and you my muse. I’ll draw my inspiration from Your chestnut brown lips, Your curved mustache And lustful eyes. I’ll float my words around you, Scratch them out and
Perhaps I am crazy, I sought the limit of the boundless ocean, I implored the river to stop for a moment to listen to the music of my soul– Perhaps, perhaps Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow there is
I gaze at the glinting red possession which is cemented into my palm. The shining red light lures me, The smooth touch delights me. A dark blinding shadow slowly peeks, handing the glossy fruit into my custody. “Have it, my
You wake up everyday refreshed, Every meal you have is from Le Cordon Bleu, Every day at the office is nothing but concord and smiles, Your spouse the most attractive, your house the best sized and equipped, and everyone you
Punished for being irregular, Is when I met someone similar. Caught for late submission, Sat next to me, a wonderful person. The first guy in college, Whom I spoke to, with lot of courage. There felt a spontaneous connection, That
Wearing a skin where flesh had melted in blankness. The moon was sitting on window parting the curtains The sunset accepts the death as final verdict Small scholars will find out the pain of molesting. Estrogen untamed on street rises
A distended deceipt takes over, when you, you become the fear – under a distorted moon, tangled, unscripted. The damp nails scratching, on the skin of light after hurricane. Ruins stand on broken skulls praising the icy death bringing the
The two clouds, that love and have been loved hugged, embraced, and kissed with their lips, tightly closed one another; melting and boiling in their emotional heat, not to talk their feelings and to keep the flow of feel, unsurpassed.
Its not new to the world, Its rather the most cold, Rage, urge and need, With all insane greed. She was there tired and weak, Too tired to speak. She didn’t know wat just happened, Now the known voices is
looking at her, I glazed into her innocent eyes never knowing the false truth hidden in ’em never could I imagine that it was her, never knew it was her. looking at her, I gazed into her innocent eyes believing
On an Easter Sunday reminiscing histories. Mulling over life’s mysteries recounting old losses reckoning unknown forces. A kindred soul adding warmth and glow. Dispelling the gloom of a sense of impending doom. Once again light and cheer fill the room.
The melancholic evening Knocks at the dusk And my heart skips a beat Prepares for the gloom This transiting hour Holds the key to The gloom of the past Rubbing off the future The key clicks in the lock The