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The street lamp validated it. I’m single, sui generis, without partner, lost entirely in self. East, up the street, no shadow cast. Turning this way and that a black specter, once sewn to my heel, deserted me. Under the lamp,
One Summer’s night I sat alone, As I had often done before, Enthralled by moonlight dancing, hither thither on my chamber floor. I heeded not the mournful wail of hunter borne on feathered wing, That rent the air: a false
I saw the sun rise from the east today In splendor wore a shining garment red. And quietly from behind hills of grey Emerged, like limbs, his boundless wings outspread With swaying roar, would stretch them more and more Remembering
Known, nothing will be written about me In any poem, story or essay Known, will not receive any co-operation from Governments Any honest or dishonest award… Nobody will burn incense on the day of my death Except my wife! Nobody
Slip in Lip may create crack in relationships Lip under control avoids misunderstanding with each other Lip when tight may create irritation to the other Lip dancing to others wish will Gel well with the other Lips when locked with
Never we value what God has blessed We value for what God has not blessed We are often not happy with our progress We feel unhappy about others progress We don’t understand what happiness is all about We understand what
Inheriting the dust of street something of a lofty ideal in politics of poverty, I want to get back to my native moon.There are too much wounds here. My green blessings came from the dark. Sun was altering the geometry
Marble pillars grace castle throne rooms Marbled veins like blood stopped abruptly Pillars with natural lines Not intaglio So elegant, so delicate Like a dahlia But so strong So steady Perhaps the gods created marble To look so effortless, but
One’s trying very hard to find one’s voice, The problem is one’s sounding rather stiff; It seems to me that one has little choice Than take a break and chillax with a spliff. If ever I should be Prime Minister,
I kissed the pillows of her cheeks. Covering myself in the blanket of her caress. While here nothing is heavy. Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms She doesn’t mind my snore, relaxed in complete comfort.
Gone are those days when We didn’t need to think about calories before eating. We didn’t have to plan everything in advance. We didn’t have to decide what to wear for a party. We didn’t have to check before speaking.
An average of 2,830 cubic meters per second of rich silt forms an alluvial plain that spreads outward in a fan shape from sedimentary deposit whereby ancient Egyptian civilizations got built adorning arid topography invaluable like the aorta pumping blood
Sitting here by the fireside in the shadow of a golden light I reflect on my life and once again the poet writes… Just like a sacred journey back to The Temple of The Heart these are ancient times somewhere
Not everyone is nice and kind But everyone will get hurt sometimes Occasionally, someone will cross the line Some will even become insensitive at times But we all have mountains that we must climb So often life is like being
Hundred years ago, where were you? When your mother was a little girl growing like a pine tree, did anyone conceive a hero-like man was hidden in the folds of the her body resembling a pan swelling up with heated
For you I am walking on rocks holding unburnt match sticks, you want me to throw them behind me. To step down in lake for washing sins from the snuffed out skylights. Between green and blue I climb on leaves.
Rise like clouds and fall like rains, Roam below the blue sky, Sing with a friend and dance with ally, Wash out the acids and kill the pains, A rainbow is needed by an aesthetic heart, Inspire a lover for
If someone said to me: “I can’t waste my time just worried about my attitude (like you do), If I did I wouldn’t have my prestigious job, like you don’t; I wouldn’t own my huge expensive house or everything top-of-the-line,
Only so many tigers Left in the wild— Donate generously To ‘Save the Tiger’ Ran a television commercial! The commercial Was not being telecast… Once in a while— It was appearing Every other minute That too, not in just one
Why dont you refuse to be selfish and cruel, Over meat you drool Why have you become animals’ graveyard, These mute creatures are worthy to be safeguard Why are you keen on feeding your tyrannical appetite, Are you blind to
Round and round the garden lost in despair Fur wet with tears is a suicidal teddy bear The children have grown up and there’s no one left to play Everyone has forgotten this was his birthday No more hugs and
I was made in a community Where most seeked unity But hate flowed fluently Filled with Ghosts and dried blood stains! I was raised by the village, love wasn’t given mutually But financial balances created separation Anger left hearts vacant
She ran out to the woods Chased adventure all the way down to the lake Black like tar and anger and emotion and hatred She jumped in trepidation and cold and fire and that sound of stone cracking against stone
Call me time and again an incurable romantic. accuse me offensively of revering unrealism. laugh at me heartlessly for I over-idealize you. or just leave me forlorn, if I’m gallingly tractable. but I’ve a warm, not weak, heart. I sincerely
The two clouds, that love and have been loved hugged, embraced, and kissed with their lips, tightly closed one another; melting and boiling in their emotional heat, not to talk their feelings and to keep the flow of feel, unsurpassed.
It’s cold there, And you left me, A blanket and your memories, Are the only things left with me. Yes, the warm black blanket, Soaked my tears all night, I should have realized it before, You were the endless dark
Astounding pride some exude, In reflection of exterior Little do beings ever realize That Master is all superior. The creator scrupulously must have Decanted, and created the imperial nature. Altruistically and artistically HE has scattered, A little of self in