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Yesterday I took a trip, I flew across the stars and galaxies and landed on a planet just like ours- Felt the waves wash me as I woke up, Sunshine and bright happy clouds – Grassy pastures, Tall trees swaying
Open Imagination flew from my hands bringing sunlight into play Rapture of fire beams flew across the crop planted in the fields Love was a place I knew nothing about It did come within my parents Each had been an
To slice a hope in stark terror he thought to bid holy goodbye to destiny, and let himself go in the shadow of weeping deads. The orange moon looked mutilated. Quietly stood a suicide bomber, ready to get killed for
The ants are at the banana in advance of the beneficence of the sun a brown on brown crime as three tribes have extended hungry mandible-tipped spears to carry back the rich flesh within the maws of their concrete oases
Not a single word added today to my tinsel book. The brown eyes were searching my smile. You want to close the happening of first moon and the fig. My roses start a new dialect, waiting on the clouds, almost
Though words are cheap, and often said, By the tongue of fools, some are lead. In the darkness of night, they lay await, To guide the weak, to their fate. When they gain, their victims trust, Then they cause, their
The moment my heart beat began in the safe domain of my mother’s womb was the moment my mother took charge of me Nine months of intensive care in her womb sacrificing her pleasure but enjoying every moment of her
This overwhelming emptiness: something to present allegorical, figuratively, which is not here. Vultures were coming back. A stimulating dialogue must start to release the hostages of unknown fears. The menacing fog was towering over statements. Everything was turning into coal
Something impossible would happen. Truth was too much to operate, life was easy with fakes. Neither mortal pain, nor needles would mend the wounds. The chasm was deepening. And I stitch the orange lights with the kisses of green tears.
Standing at an inevitable crossroad, with a trail of confusing thoughts, heading on a journey of loneliness, storm clouds gathered around me. Perplexed at the turn of events, tired, helpless yet willing to fight, the hardest phase of life, I
Problems Belong to A huge, Closely-knit Family! When Problems come, They come With all their Relatives And distant relatives In tow! So, If you are Inviting problems, Be prepared for A huge guest list And a long stay!
Going to clear my mind, Untangle my thoughts, Be captivated with beauty, all that’s pleasant, enabling. walk with the voice of reason, Enjoy all that’s going well, Push aside what’s stressful. Rest assured with all I am, comforted in my
Grouse not for what you don’t have Enough you have which others don’t have when you can’t assess the value of what you have what is the use desiring things which you don’t have Value the life you have already
When I was arranging daffodils you send in tanks. The sky was overcast. When I was talking to clouds Fireballs are delivered. That signals the specific gravity is shifting to knobs. The artist was going to disappear. I think of
I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or
Lessons and learnings exist in stories and tales ; in trees and flowers ; in oceans and whales ; But to no avail, Till we realise life does not move from milestone to milestone, But crawls through challenges and daily
Dusk to dawn, Life goes on. Be strong, For life is long. Life is a daily battle, We must face without a rattle. Life is full of treasure, If you use the right measure. Life has wonderful themes, For those
conception announced, nine months tenancy begins, pregnancy troubles follow, delivery is here, three-year weaning gone by very fast. hurray! pre-k education is here, elementary school is over, middle and high schools completed, prom seal received, legal age-eighteen- creates buzz and
The sun starts it’s descent, the bright golden orange visage encompassing the horizon, Dusk has fallen, day is done, The hustle, bustle of the day ends, Birds chirping retiring to their nests, The weather being clement, The cool breeze wafting,
Western clouds set the crimson tent for sun’s rest, Lonely eve pulls sighing curtain of losing day, Foggy stillness steals the last field green In hasty strides for another lonely night. Passing owl shrills noisy flap, Day’s last bird completes
The restless legs take you, weightless, to marshes to find the stilts. The sea was rising. What was inside our tongues; such unclosing stink, we were afraid to spit it out? The wronged angels were waiting. A topless soul wanders
I have no will to walk on the lane where you don’t reside I don’t want to step into the house where you don’t live Life may look colourful and cheerful all round Happiness may appear to exist every where
At that time I was thinking something else when you gave me a half-kiss, my winter naked moon. A souvenir left by sun for the sake of night. I remembered pink roses unpetaling green thighs- for quest of shelter in
Being a forest ranger I sense a way to be Observing is my hobby Your hobby: let it be Observing nature bring You all to understand Why would the ancients cling? To worship mother land Wisdom of ancient trees Is
Two stars in the sky, Play hide ‘n’ seek with me; One, a little naughty, the other, a little shy. Twinkle, giggle, vanish! They love to play ‘Peek-a-boo…..’ They’re like the ones I bore, But a little closer, a little
Life is good Sure there where bad times But still my soul shines And maybe some were cruel But I always remained loyal Even sometimes some fooled me Yet every time I broke free There were even times I gave
There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.
Fall, fall, o water falls From peeping cliff of mountain walls Fall, o fall. Angel of heavy downpour. Thy careless treading on shapeless stairs Burst out in very next delve Laying bare the weary water slope. Lass of joyous birth
Anytime the nights are long and scary The spider in the corner with legs so hairy The nightmare left you cold and scared You know I’ll be there Anytime the dawn brings fear and worry The hours ticking by as