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As I sit here alone with my thoughts and my fears, suffering the consequence of those bought social sneers, I can’t help but embrace the judgement from peers. A reality so true; I’m nothing more than a broken old gear.
A quick glance upon the face A rush to judgment Frown lines, a curled lip A hard look reflecting the unfriendly A hard look reflecting the unkind A hard look reflecting the unhappy Look again, upon the mirror this time
When in fragments I view myself My judgement based on a trifling Or not so trifling that has roused A tremor of mistrust and misgiving Momentarily rubbing my claim to A greater understanding of life situation Enough to cause a
Let Judgement be on you! When did you take up God’s role? Did it ever occur to you that your opinions are of your own insecurities? Did anyone inform you that not every one will follow the norm? I look
It’s hard to watch a man sing. Soon it becomes awkward. Watching him stand there Beginning to sway. Without a single use for his hands they are just there. Forced to make eye contact Not knowing which way to go
Back in those old days, a wife awaits her husband on a stormy night, hoping for his safe return. .. Waiting for her love, an enigmatic sailor. In vain gowns and a luscious healthy pallor! The porch, radiant in jewels
You toppled the invisible burning the unburied buttons joining the history of names. Will I be able to communicate with straw to find out the age of the unarrived seeds? There is too much violence in green blood. The broken
Standing here at the crossroads I can’t help but to feel a little apprehensive About which path I should take but I just Can’t stand here after many mountains, valleys And rivers crossed. I guess it’s just a leap of
Oh just playing We were just so simple But developments occur Astonishment was trembling Much noise Laughing and arguing Oh a day I call it a day of remembrance Meeting new people All things changed Never knew about it It
As I saunter in the moonlight Searching for my path full of insight I witnessed stars playing in darkness As if some background making them shine Looking up in the sky I shriek my ongoing dilemma Asking for an answer
Whenever l go for college I look for those two beautiful eyes Eyes,”clear as morning sky” I pray,”ohh God never make them cry” The eyes with there own vocabulary Whom I need to write my life long story The eyes
Dawn rushed in a brand new day They woke up and went their way Morning spent in hard labor Too busy to let thoughts harbor An afternoon quite lazy and dull Routine setting in with a tempting lull Twilight brought
Scattered words Are like our living May not mean Anything substantial When used well In sequences With our intent of Making those Sounding meaningful Be it in own ways And share the contents With other people Mend with time On
The heart a magnificent work of art, amazing in its design, if you follow it you will shine, cause it’s for much more than pumping blood it carries very real feeling of sympathy and love. It also has compassion in
We certainly want to expose The Best side of ourselves To the public To our families and friends To our spouses. We certainly don’t want To let the dark thoughts and Dark desires see The Light of Day. We suppress
You know that sickening stench that comes from a corpse girdled to a steel gurney as, slowly the morbid form degrades and still waits for that last living cell to give in, to wear out or may be just dissected
She was a traveling soul. The galaxy resting above her nose. I’d sit & stare. Wondering where the stars would go next. Both young & in love I let go. Tracing together swirls of color. The planets all together aligned.
But to fully know love you must love yourself. And that is one of the hardest loves to know. To love ourselves is to find ourselves worthy, worthy of being a part. Worthy of being connected. To love is fully
A self-protecting game was going on. After the paternity test there was slow burning inside the moon. Earth heaved a big sigh. Blackwater was making a muddy sound. Embroidery was fading aftermoon. I open the window to uncover the chill.
The tears were walking along with laughter. My face was roasted. The fish-men were moving the political wheels. As the chaos was widening, the humming birds started to depart. And the seeds were catching fire from anonymous snipers. The candle
The street lamp validated it. I’m single, sui generis, without partner, lost entirely in self. East, up the street, no shadow cast. Turning this way and that a black specter, once sewn to my heel, deserted me. Under the lamp,
When someone broke my heart, One never knew one was sitting in my heart, I am not picking broken pieces of my heart, I am picking pieces of someone, Shall I succeed in joining the pieces, I think I shall,
While melting-down he was going to cheat the death. So be it, bribing the inevitable. In search of me, you and self, life was coming to an end. Standing on sharp edge he wanted to go back to beginning of
An unwelcome feeling Something I’d rather refrain from It’s not what happened after But what happened during the storm Making you weak It will seep right through Taking a sharp knife Stabbing it into you. You will wanna run As
Go sleep, where I entombed thee don’t wake up and walk haunting everyone you come across.. Go lie down in that beautiful coffin don’t stray and seek anymore you are dead now and dead are not supposed to walk.. You
Here I Am Again In This Same Predicament. Maybe I Need Some Self Improvement, Because When It Comes To Relationships I’m Always Picking The Wrong Type Of Guys. You Know, The Ones That’s Always Cheating And Telling Lies. I Want
She had lived in her lonely illusions Since she first came to know of life’s lies When she first watched the sun set in silence Beneath crowded vermilion skies, Where the rain fell in multi clad colours Just like rainbows
There were tears when you came, There were tears when you left, When you were born they gave you a name. That after you went, but few would recollect. They pulled you down like a tower, They hunted you out
Tracing the primordial culture of truth in its oneness, we find the ultimate answer. Still the negative effect prevails increasing the confusion. Existence in now, has a travesty of truth. Can we breakaway from our past? Can we exist between
Tea welcomes in the morning the senses start awakening Tea carries a subtle charm the very nature of tea is harmony Tea has properties to invigorate among its other refreshing traits Some teas feature a grassy note of the order
They’ve often asked if I was restricted by a religion, But “I just can’t eat” had always been my sermon. However, I was fascinated by how they made it And why their tongues galloped as they tasted. So I took
Past, past and gone past Do they ever anything cast? They do. They mould. They shape, they truly cast The actions of present And advent future To be or not to be To abide or glide. Comers will be coming