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Did you foresee it? It was coming. The freaked guilt of failed attempt to get yourself kissed by a flame in the androgynous temptation of dark. One legitimate delay in dying of moon’s tears? The weather had fizzled out during
Getting into the room of a poet is like entering the cell of a prison unknowingly the prisoner… but you must keep quiet… because, such is the freedom of being kept behind bars, myriads of butterflies of freedom sleep there
Dear moon, please bring these thoughts to where she is, She yearns moonbeams when coming from your face, Please bounce to her when I would blow a kiss Across the sea, there to her flowered place; Do you tire of
In three forms Two thirds; Still, Not to drink a drop, or two pots for bath. One-third in Coco cola bottle, One-third is in the Cleavage water, Then, we are throwing stones at the well, Waiting for the crow bath;
Was it necessary to see, what you wanted me to see, when I was keeping open my wound to hear the unheard scream? What was that which was getting in air? A little disjointed time, asking peace for the land,
The week is nearly over and the nights are growing long, the verses turn melodious but the chorus names the song. The words sing out a message in the lines where they belong, the clock in the ticking corner is
We sure did love the lollipops, the cracker jacks, the Holloway candy sticks, the chocolate coated ice cream bars, and those tootsie rolls. We simply could not get enough of the pop sickles, the cool aids, and the soda pops.
The blank page grinned at my emptiness.. Tears fell creating bluish islands… As my hand moved, the page bled hiding white spots; the remains of our love… Each droplet fading away to gloom; devoid of emotions.. I tried moving my
Don’t remember when it happened A year ago or a few, But a strange thing has happened And, for me, a very new. It all started with a prologue, As it always does, A prologue very interesting, For the both
My steamy and red lips are craving for your hot kiss you kiss them with warm breathe and let them land on my lips where colorful horizon exists you kiss them very softly very gently Like a crazy and mad
I am within Myself a world The rest, they are mere satellites Orbiting round Me in intimate swirl; I am the dark iris, they the white; I am salvation, the perfect particle, I am a masterpiece complete; I am nirvana,
Ahoy, Do your stories hold true Your creaks They play in my ear So many lost within your sea Believing in you My passion runs high To see the horizon Ahoy, or land ahead Together we sail onward Seeking lost
On the transient cage-like throne Amidst columns of arms and might, The regalia holds the unwieldy sceptre….. Lust and lavishness drag him to loot Fiefdoms torn and patched; Fear drives him to frighten others The ‘should be patriarchal arms’ Instead
Pieces of day falling like severed limbs of time. Acoustic shadows drinking the pain. Exodus has started of thoughts to find an enabler, for misting voices of indecisiveness. Obscene contour abrupts the ink. Now there is blank depression, behind the
High in the Cascade Mountain Range, camped in a wilderness cathedral. Overlooking a vast expanse of wilderness, only meters back from the edge of a sheer precipice. Admiring the shear beauty of a brilliant double rainbow, bridging this vast void.
I have no sad delusion life will end, though I’ll move on Into endogenetic, and the stillness from which we were born To lie there undisturbed, Earth Mother cradles us until she’s gone These thoughts all race across my mind,
From the sea they came, With their gigantic boats. That could travel upstream, Through the river even, Into the sacred valley. They brought new gifts From the Sun, perhaps. Their lands were unknown To us, at least. They said It
Wrapping arms around myself, I sit down mutely, Numbed by a pain, Spreading through me. A gnawing pain radiates, With a sting of words, Hurled thoughtlessly, Locking me in a maze. Words that cut through, Causing a throbbing pain so
Friend, not a companion but one who understands. Years, distance and time does not come between us. How pleasant are our sparse reunions. You’ve comforted, have always been there for me. Not only in my hour of need but also
Love is a feeling that gives pleasure Which never ends, it is that treasure.. Love is walking together on the same way It brightens every moment of each day.. Love is when we like the person as such When we
When difficulties find their way The mind must reach beyond this day. Search beyond the horizon’s bounds. The mind can travel to new finds. Another day writes what it may. Sunshine drives the clouds away. The sunset will seal it
No message, No text, Useless tears! Deplorable feeling! Wish! I cared for you Adverse me, Abysmal time, Cruel you! Cruel replies! Broken me, Awful feeling, Angry you! Broken me! Wish! I knew your importance Anxious me, Strong you! Wish! I
When you entered into my barren life, My heart felt happy with your illumination. A chapter of new beginning was written, And new chapter was meant for rumination. Seeds of relationship we sowed yesterday, Now seem to be curious for
A dowry for a princess was a city called BOMBAY with green fields, open spaces lakes and seas, tramcars that were a child’s delight horse-carts drawn by liveried men the streets were clean, wide and green with cobbled footpaths dotting
No anchors. I was not seeking a blind spot in shadows of the wall, standing on a hot, glistening, obsidian, wearing only death-gloves of pink body, the caked fronds of a fossil-name, inviting the rain to wet the brown grass
Matter and spirit Noisy and quiet A timeless circle Magnificent miracle Of life and death Poverty and wealth A world designed Just to remind You to live in harmony A peaceful ceremony A fruit from a tree With a seed
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.
Just because your turn has not come, Doesn’t mean there is no future. Even though everyday feels wearisome, You haven’t seen the bigger picture. Don’t compare your race with another, Everyone has a different finish. Switching tracks, shoes, trying to