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A mighty July evening in my town…. Pouring rain, halogen lights and the ‘neon’, Yellow cabs bark outside my window, I stare…. Across the confused street and beyond – struggling umbrellas moving around, water puddles, paper boats, funny children and
Blue diamond rains filigree of golden light so many shades of green. Sun beams on a single leaf. This small star pulsating from my wet apple tree. Bright new leaf fits hand perfectly—the future lies in your palm. After the
Tell me not to turn the page… it’s the distress that made me strong, it’s the distance that taught me to long. It’s the lies that taught me to nurture the truth, it’s the exploitation that gave me the courage
Like most men in the past, Death eludes my ample frame. Though he strikes up Fascinating conversations, Helping me soar to newer Flights of fantasy. Sometimes he watches me From across the table as I empty Satches of caramelised sugar
Hearts are stars lost in a tango- between the moon and the sun. Stuck between parallel worlds- they only shine to a smiling moon only to die for a burning sun. Love is an eclipse of a sparkling moon standing
If time is gold, I rank among the rich, Much time I have, nobody bothers me, No school, no chores, all leisure without hitch, Untied with work, from obligations, free; Think you, that seems unwise, A life given to play;
Too many die every moment around us. Not wounded fatally though, but maimed and left to lurch and die. Too many ‘uv us’re paralysed enough to act. Hamletian syndrome. Too many tongues burnt on pyres fuelling a feudal society. Too
On seeing a big field, Stopped my car. It’s almost evening now. The boys are coming out Through the broken wall. Their football …1998! A friendly dog came running; This one looks like Blacky. Don’t have anything now, dear! …From
When the clouds frown, She drips down. She’s the battle’s victory Of the massive maddened clouds Fought to rub out the dearth. She fills the world, With the bliss of cool breeze, the sorrows end. with her mild blow, the
Motionless within the ambit of moon, the rain squirms and flickers under the street light in the vacuous silence of a monolith. A cricket walks on a cloud and starts the lightning. The urn was blind, fills up with grief.
Ready, set, go! When I am down and gloomy, When my head feels not-so-roomy, I set my internal clocks And fade out conception blocks. A small lantern can light up the night, And a different point of view can make
While walking to the store, I pass by so many beautiful flowers. There is the beautiful pink roses in full bloom and oleander. As I walk further, I see the beautiful crepe myrtles with Watermelon red, pink carnation and pearly
How can i thank A most faithful friend Who by my side Has always been Who’s never judged Nor left my side Everyday together But left at night This friend whose name I never knew Who never spoke This friend
The puppet, strung up, made to move ever faster With time rises proficiency, it overtakes its master It craves the open air, it wants to test its wings The master cackles, “Fool, you know not what Fate brings” The puppet
My afflicting Evil precedes our God himself; at dawn was born in turbulent oceans, sunken ravines that few had trod, ripe with fruits of ever-present torment. People rejoiced at my each rising word, trees uproot with the gesture of my
A life exists in the womb of Mother, Only pioneer of life, can’t be any other. After 9 months, she writhes in pain, And a new life world gains. Soon Mother’s pain dampens, And smiles surrounds thus, Happiness Happens. Crawling
The world’s new code of conduct Misusing of office protocols to suit one’s taste Stocking stolen billions in banks and calling it your hard earned money A sweet temptation destroys people’s integrity is it’s goal Causing poverty as you milk
You crawled under my skin Like a needle for a tetanus shot But who knew That that needle would turn into a blade Causing me to be Unstable Untrustworthy Unfriendly You changed me for the better Until you became the
I’ve lived in your heart for three years. My payments were always before time. If I made too much noise I assure you I didn’t know. My foot steps are often loud, the neighbor beside me keeps his music up.
I awake from my slumber as beauty calls my name. My eyes reach for the wooden roof That rest above the clouds. They were adjusting From my dreams which occupied my mind My ears are terrified From the silence made
Falling asleep deeper and deeper reality fading within my slumber, clearer and clearer it would become the dream I’d dream. So in this reality now I’d be. So which is real the dream I’d dream or waking up from where
Death denial of candlelit vigil for a fallen harbor brought the climate change for a flag which flew at half-staff. The noose was tightening around the open-hearted blossoms. A dead sea has started selling its salt to land sharks. These
Every time you stand all alone, Remember you’re the one who owns. For all the success that was yours, Failures are not anyone else’s fault. Stop pointing the fingers now, Relax, breathe take one step slow. Everything that surrounds you,
Come month of May And the sultry summer is here With all its fire and fury In full swing . Like an unwanted guest It arrives with no invitation And continues staying unduly Despite the hosts’ displeasure . Equipped with
Well you’re one hopeless romantic Almost a border line lovesick fanatic But I wouldn’t change you not if I could I love your wet and sappy kisses And the way you hold me so tight I think I’m gonna pass
There was a matter to write about, A minute ago, mass of words were Filling up my mind I should pen this, that and other My head was overflowing with Powerful words and emotions To an extent, that I lost
Deep ocean making a smooth calm sound It can only be God Dark skies with a trim of white clouds It can only be God’s power Birds making chirping sounds at night It can only be God’s creation Sitting next
The deafening cry of the infant and the tiring but resounding smile of the mother herald the arrival of the little cradle to this mystical world of umpteen wonder The creaking sound of the child’s crying,suddenly and abruptly ending, with
This life is not enough to understand a girl friend what a thing she is! No dictionary has enough words to say about a real girl friend whatever she is. Sometimes we think the girlfriend is just like the summer.