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The life of all companies starts with an idea, much like planting a seed that begins the life of a single tree. The tree slowly develops and occasionally produces a leaf, while all alone primarily a leafless tree. The tree
Let’s go somewhere far, Somewhere where I’d hold you tight. Hand in hand. Wherever you’d like. Whether train or plane. An automobile or an boat. Either way will be home in justification. Journeying through each other’s eyes, a different aspect
May there be mercy this day of mourning. Fly flags half-mast for human rights’ regress. The “forgotten” poor, white male minority are distressed by their societal mortality. Clinging to obsolete “common” privilege: sexism, lying, and xenophobic “wisdom”. They are what
This body of mine. Wretched; leaking stink from every pore, spreading decay to everything touched: metal, food, flower, paper; shedding dead skin every moment; creating odour odour odour… But in your arms transformed: into a messy tangle of limbs, hair,
What is love Is it hate turned upside down? Is it affection, inclination or predilection or a perilous and precarious position? May be that old lane of my town where that moment still prevails and gives me solace, where once
She exists in the body, a visual myth Materializing out of stone A solitary figure carefully etched Into the mind’s eye, breathing Brooding, testing the air for its secrets Tasting the wind for things to come She is to my
Nothing makes or breaks now. I will not know you on the lake. The clouds and shoreline shudder. There was no speck of endurance. The wind falls with agonizing thud. The dusk was hoisting the white waves. Time to make
And so, with trembling heart I dare to embrace your clean white sheet And mark it with my scribblings. To make a sentence, where to start? And where to feel complete? Does it matter if my style don’t rhyme? I’m
You always see me smiling for my tears are very shy, they like none but my company reason you shouldn’t ask why. Their presence distills, soothes and relaxes me free, helps snap all tensions isn’t a strange camaraderie? They’re the
An ascetic dies in a shoe spilling blood. A surreal moon wants to investigate – a sectarian divide of fraudulent sky. And you want to be buried under rose petals – courting controversies to clean the polluted river. A lifeboat
When depression laugh in my ears Pain and suffering awaits me I take a walk along the sandy beach The purple brightness at the horizon which appears when the sun takes a deep dip in the sea make my mind
Through the perils of human bondage, through the strife of life’s journey, Entrapped and enmeshed in the tangled web of human existence, I scream at the top of my lungs- I AM FREE. Walking the path of life Embedded with
To feel her hand upon your face, her gentle caress like a tingling grace. The heat of her hands as they trace a path. Silken stockings on an exposed calf. To gaze into eyes so deep with desire, your heart
On a neurotic Night I lay in bed Awaiting sleep That never Came….. I closed my eyes To establish An inertia Of dreams… An inner carousel Within me Revolves… Flashing A power point presentation of The precious Moments Spent in
A harsh reality, Created me. Resulted me to be like this, To be captivated here. But all I wanted, Was to be free. A moment like this, Was never cherished by me. Because there was a thing, Deep inside of
An exotic world,never dreamt off Mystified thoughts gone through Enslaved from earthly bond Ruthful darkness no more haunting Howling soul in search of other Found my own reflection over’n over Elegance of moment pulls me harder To prodigious circle of
Crush of holy hands on blue skin of a flame was the wet revenge of a withering rose. That defiant streak bursts with knowledge of a sin. White and black, this was me and my unwrapped flesh. Dirty glory of
Smiles that crinkle the corners of their eyes, Hugs that squeeze the life into my heart, Mountains of joy, Rivers of love, Growing and running for the skies up above. Hands to reach and play, explore, Feet to ground them,
Words are forever free, we become, and make them slaves. Words never harm, we kill at a word and die for them. Words are by nature clear, we obnubilate them. Words are pure and noble, we defile and curse with
A COMMON MAN LIKE ME, could not dream to live freely under the Sun and the Moon like this. It belonged to the rich…. It belonged to the politically aligned It belonged to the certain castes and communities, the minorities,
Clips, Clamps, Berets, and Bows. School, church, playdates, she goes. But that’s just the beginning of her poor hairs woes. Down again? Up again. Knots again? Brush again. Food again? Comb again. Gum again? Glue again? Brush, and comb again.
A nebula rises unfazed after fission: after a fractured debate, greed crouching on the wrinkled noses of rugged bouncers. In remote history someone was burning itself out. A black eye surges forward, sings an ode to championship. Ankles swell up.
Waiting under the opaque moon a primeval instinct takes over you and you start arriving. A black bone renders the ash on your forehead and you complete the circle – reaching childhood; you start climbing the ladder, for instantaneous release.
Words are little paper hearts, Sometimes shot from a cupid’s bow, That evoke many emotions, Echoing in the mind, Twisting all chords, Leaving one puzzled, At the feelings mere words can yield. They can make love, Bind you together in
Some people like to say what’s wrong with this person or that person And of course, we’re all such easy pickings . . . Perhaps existence is, in some way, divided into what’s wrong, right, and unimportant between good, bad
More powerful than a sword it feels, One way flow, the only flow Can be controlled, can’t be too. Tactfully used, it can take you far Rashly used, it will take you down. Though easy maintenance, use it sparse. Far
Last few glimpse of a lying soul, Was seen behind ten heads Oh! Life, Is so uncertain Gains Maya when alive And attains Moksha ultimately Pride, prejudice, love and sacrifice What’s the point when it means nothing? Afterlife? Who can