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EXPERIENCE THE MAGIC Suspended in time like Like an Irish fairy in a Whirlwind of colors During the summer Solstice caught in a cosmic Grid lock, iridescent crystals And swords born of fire Wind, earth and sea in The days
The blue sky and azure ocean, Dawn changing the aura of morning sky, Incandescent yellow rays of sunlight, Magnificent clouds billowing, mesmerizing charisma of rainbow, Sunrise and Sunset a magnificent golden orange hue, Brightly colored birds, Peacock’s display of iridescent
Inspiration for true love, you always remain, With your ineffable look and idyllic thoughts, Your dulcet expressions are very iridescent, When two lovers are kissing in garden. Joyful love making in the dark deep forest, You will never jilt our
I lay in bed Listening to the hammering rain Pit pat pit pat Beating on the window pane I gaze at these racing drops Hitting a different note each fall Spreading the fragrance in the air Of their rendezvous with
I was a high-ranking official In the United States Army; Any further details Would surely come back to harm me. I must remain anonymous Or else face the consequence; But you would not believe What — who — has come
As the tram runs on the rails, Weather bitten houses emerge telling tales, Revolutionaries’ urge for freedom, Idealism in poetry and fiction, Reminiscent of immortal singers, Dancers in their grace, Tears trickle down in claustrophobia; yearning for a home which
Keep my journal short. Just review January through March. Life is a dig, deep snow on my sorrow. Bare bones of naked sparrows, beneath my balcony, lie lifeless. The few survivors huddle in bushes. Gone, gone is kitchen bowl that
Sometimes, somewhere an accident takes place No idea why you are halted at that painful place Wondering when had I entered the race? I was driving at my own pace. The journey seemed beautiful Signboards warned you being dutiful Illusioned
It was a chain of carnival Celebrations for Mother’s home coming Trailed by a hubbub light festival Then father’s gifts started pouring But there was no rain…. It was a new day, date and year And that mesmerizing note of
Fiery fervent flames raged in the room Passionately playing the melody of death In the air danced a broiling, smoky flume That blurred Julia’s e’ery path of escape The fire imprisoned her trembling soul Who begged the blaze to spare
Strange thoughts give words a pain. A mountain unfolds a tunnel.He who carries a vase of ashes must enter the gate to plot a path for history.Ideas have turned into stones. A violence erupts in long winter night. Nobody understands
lamplight reflection sits in the trees gives eyes to the leaves they watch without blinking there is beauty everywhere an old couple reworking their wills to include their new granddaughter a lay preacher sober since last Sunday enthralled with the
I was left behind in the real world With all its possible embodiments The ends of which are purely ideological And only relevant when necessary Even so, being has its comforts Namely that I live within my skin A personified
Since I have seen you, I have been infected With tormented love to you, and I have been Tortured by mysterious executioner. He is invisible, only felt. At every evening, Before sleep, he whips a dagger into my heart, And
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
Fourth member you were But I found you second to none. There’s a proverb “all’s well that ends well” huh!!! easier said than done. Ma’s apple of eye, Papa’s Gondlo you were. Oh!!! did I tell what I felt? Hurricane.
From chronic sort tedium must rise above to explore Life beyond old drudgery since long not felt before While in indulgent misery the core had twisted askew Time to rid of past clutter to rewrite lost verve anew Dump affecting
Positive thinking brought positive results I bounced back from my mind’s insults I’m free from the torture my mind endured How bad I truly was seems absurd Free to enjoy the future once more Can use my mind for what
And so, with trembling heart I dare to embrace your clean white sheet And mark it with my scribblings. To make a sentence, where to start? And where to feel complete? Does it matter if my style don’t rhyme? I’m
You made ascent to high thresholds of dreams, Much higher than where angels dwell on wings, And all the cost of sleep your mirth redeems With sheer magic the near-experience brings; You fluttered in my every reverie, As though a
Van Halen a young kid running the streets of California Brother Alex playing on the pots & pans In time young Eddie bought a guitar hoping in his heart he’ll go far Although from that scene many years had passed
The cold wind blew, dry leaves fell rain poured in torrents, washed off the trace of the past. Lightening struck ablaze, darkness died.. A storm still broke out, the chains of bondage cracked…. Thunder struck aloud, leaving the past dead..
Hiroshima forgive us, for what the world has done to you, drinking the blood of yours, rupturing your children forever. Hiroshima forgive us, for what the world has done to you, for pushing you into a black hole to never
That limit that line that determines defines Harder than ever to motivate the inside to find The light that once was and searching to still remain My secret my heart felt love of inner flame Warming me ever so softly
A tumbler climbs a rain in all crimelessness. Perhaps you will never know my invaginating self. The thirst has become a river. A pile of books and I cannot read. The shadow lengthens on the wall. An eagle melts in
To delegate death, a mirror condenses the human sorrow with an unclouded penury. The suffering competes with debt and pain, to find the difference between just and unjust. Prayer was not the full answer to cross the beyond of starvation.
Gifting his ‘ Wings of Fire ‘ to the gen. next The angel has taken flight to regions unknown . Standing tall in the midst of admiring youths Kindling their minds with the light of knowledge Inspiring them to dream
Would not place any price-tag on me. Like a mannequin dug out from a pit goes for sale. Abhor the duplicity. Want to walk straight – without the golden thong. The city goes in flames in a circle. A new