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Love is not just exchanging sweet nothings and roses on special days Love is not just holding hands and exchanging coy glances. Love is not judging a book by its cover Love is accepting the warts and celebrating companionship Watching
The tears shed at night when no-one sees us, the sweat and blood in the days nobody hears us. The mask we wear to hide it all, the truths we find once it falls. The nightmares that overbearingly haunt us,
Its a different kind of heartache Where tears dont flow, Its a different kind of pain Which people dont choose to show, Its the thing which people dont understand Untill they stand at our place. They keep judging us Without
That vibration has come again if I were a car a driver might say there’s an issue with the spark or with the compression because judging from the size of my tank there’s plenty of fuel I’m suffering from disjointed
Don’t misunderstand my intention If I pretend bliss is blinking, even for a moment! Longer I stay in this confounding riddle I am closer to my happy self, Gather all the Intel on a space craft I am going on
Each caress of sea breeze in my eyes brings gentle rhythm of foam rippling up the beach. Grasshopper-green seaweeds, crystal-white pebbles shine brightly near my toe-nails. They mirror dreamy eyes, welcoming the micro-sparkles in each foamy row of bubbles. But
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.
Holding back – tears, Holding back – all reservations. Holding back – all my questions.. With a broad smile.. And a promise to be back.. Touched the cheeks, Kissed the forehead Bid goodbyes.. And didn’t turn back, To see your
South Atlantic an ancient and ominous death trap awaits unexpecting ships and planes and tonight it has claimed many lives again…well it is a mystery that most likely will remain unexplained buried deep in sin…however I have heard it’s the
A tribal fear was lurking, behind a surge of emotion. The sun was looking black. A sexual abuse of a quaint flower aborts the fruit. This year we will go hungry. A nascent seed stripped on road- cries for water.
It was a fake time, moon will not rise. Words were afloat on junk dna. A stonefaced pseudonym dies point-blank. The surprise, the speed was not on our radar. The ravenous siblings now asleep on walls. Naive or disingenuous. A
Speechless I stood with fumbling words from my quivering lips…. My deadened heart almost wrenched, My cloudy eyes almost to rain…. The writhing pain gushing through my entire soul….. I am being a part from myself My parts melting in
In life , we come many across With some we get cross While with some we get across Most times it happens because We use those judgmental gloss That was the day of crucification gross Of that pious soul who
In the most unusual manic-panic creep, Wildly lurking behind every corner, The Shadow was about to recover some ungraspable but always constantly desired idea.. A fantasy, a darker shade of fantasy: a fun fetish. Or, perhaps, could it be foolish
She came to visit me from America, Everybody shouted, she is my replica. She is very pretty, white and pink, She wore her jacket, made of mink. My little lady always looked very busy, Serving tea with her beautiful tea-cosy.
A big red box, my suitcase, tucked under my bed. Is the box merely a box? No, I’m afraid. Bearing throws, bearing blows, bearing scratches, sporting patches. Generously forgiving, my wheeled travel companion, emerging to unite with me on the
Low-slung August sun shadows stonework into the deeper shadow lands — phantoms adrift on the wide Sargasso sea — and so unruffled, these lawns, and all this frumpery. So much then has time and its opposite done for me. It was along these lines that
You are not with yourself today. Conversation was stopped, from cloud to cloud. Now you know what you did not want to know. No longer the pathless destiny, comes near you, you go towards the bushes to collect the ash,
We often wear the masks to hide, To fit in more, to better survive. Hide behind the complicated smiles, Confident, no one would catch our lies. Nothing seems a bit real now, Even the shadow now takes a bow. We
An earthquake in my hearts’ kingdom Peaks and troughs,patterns were random Nurses making the fastest moves Trying to fill my cancerian grooves Blackening my last scarlet blood drop Weakening my smooth breaths’ rope I felt the cracks in closed,transparent, glass
Another one it seems has wilted to popular appeal, Ever first yet never last become victims of the boardroom deal, Sunshine blessed them youthful days when many a loyalist kneel, But still you didn’t refrain from catering to this radio
There are just too many ghosts here To this haunted villa… Another day, another month, another Year well this is driving me crazy I’ve got to get out of here You make me nervous and I can’t Deal with the
All those romantic moments washed away in my flood of tears In a moment I got up from slumber dreading this horrific dream In that darkness of night I struggled to get back my sleep Sans sleep I waited endlessly
Two souls come near Without feeling any fear Think about no other Including father and mother Sister and brother May often offer Little help In getting letters Replies are sent later Love game is in swing But it is in
No matter how many nails you put in my coffin, You can’t stop my soul from wandering, I will always stay close to you, To protect you, to care for you, You might tame your thoughts, your feelings, But my