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Someone dropped a gun in the crowd – it clattered like candy garish glare of night-time marquees scent of every onion in the world sautéing adults walking on, a mobile forest of legs intent on getting somewhere doing something a
What is it that binds, In the passing of time, By invisible chords, That time can’t wear off? As strong and deep rooted A tie that can never snap, Holds the threads, That bind us together. A bond stronger, By
On my birth, they were smiling at me while I was crying at them When in the cradle they were trying to kiss me while I was seeking to miss them While as a kid they were pinching my cheeks, I was shouting at their pranks When I was a
Born second amidst six siblings She was the quietest of all Her short stature was in no way deterrent to her extra ordinary skills She was the nightingale par excellence who could put the naughty kid to sleep, disturbed mind
The times we live in…. Hungry urchins with big eyes.. Mugshots of them, liked by so many… No food tho’ in their sight, As they trudge along, for a miracle. It’s worth talking about, and long scoops. But then, it’s
A motley group had made an affiliation of sorts It sprouted and mushroomed in our back lane And there was born a poetry club with no name Passion it was for the verses written in Urdu That linked them beyond
When life deepened and words rose to a mystic high , When solitude became a beauty and deep inside could not understand if pain is a blessing or pleasure a boon , when wind whispered in ears sweet nothings ,
Atlantic City, not a place but the fragment Of a memory that lights up bright and garish In the starless night when day is done When ragged dreams arise from murky beds Beneath the waves washing up like seaweed On
Sweet and attractive, you are like candy to a five year old. Little does a kid know you can give aches hard and cold. Like a sunny day you seem to make everything bright and beautiful. And then it burns
An irritable child of six, the targeted television set, screaming mindlessly for their selfish wants. Sickly subdued female hands, male regulated, sans rest, roll dough in the damp kitchen. Cool expanse of fresh air where mind swims free at its
He picks, that’s what he does. Picks his brain for rational thoughts. Rips them apart, twists the bits and joins them back again, misshapen. Holds them up to the light, interrogates them, tortures them and Then drowns them in the
They call it On to the quest of mysterious life; I have unlocked many treasures. Each one has its own story, Each one has its own say. Some gave me pleasures immense; Others chased the journey of woods intense. They
Hardly he could see the sun And the eyes misted by fog. Walks and walks this frozen lad Until the unknown terminal. Who could he rely upon? Accompanied by the woods. Singing a song of folk, Nothing but walks on
Like every morning, he has just returned from his office and is right in-front of one of his roommate and so called friend’s lappy’; Going through all previous messages sent by her on Facebook. No doubt, his life has been
Faded prima donnas pave the way God’s drunk and moves with a swagger Another kid bites a burning bullet today He never stops to stare or linger Proven faithful lie their way to the altar Another lamb to bring to
Hiding deep secrets within She got eyes like an ocean Calm like the winds, beautiful as the heaven Shining like a star, burning like the sun She got eyes like an ocean Emotions and stories lost in this ocean Are
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.
well past closing all the glasses dirty no one’s gone home despite the bruised air ceiling fans limping round the woman at the mic is no longer singing just making music erecting sand dunes it’s gymnastics on the stage they
She was born in Spain, and he arrived from Egypt, for Centuries those two were inseparable, a perfect couple they dance in tune although, with time their apparel changed, but the duo still attune. They could not live one without
Conceived in love’s folded wings: I sit and watch him from the next table – fair-haired and impish, he swings his sturdy little legs. “Don’t fidget, darling! You’ll fall off your chair…” The words should have come from my mouth.
There was a man stepping off the curb forward progress drawing him into line the city bus intent on cheating the amber light I saw oblivion coming, certain then in the next moment revolved around a crash stop, no squeal
I want to laugh and laugh aloud, Like a free bird I want to discover every cloud, Want to cry and cry crisp, Keeping aside every sorrow I want to walk past brisk, Wander around in the streets for hours,
Outrageous outbursts of Victorian values imposed on the young cub. Irreverent ranting relates a sepia shaded childhood that didn’t exist. “The kids of today don’t know how it was. They don’t want to know!” He leans forward in his chair