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Let’s fall in love Once again, This time, somehow Without the loss and The pain. Let’s meet up as strangers In some strange land, Perhaps as two lost, lonely travellers, and We could just stand On a cross-road Facing each
PaI just plucked an orchid of adore, Fragrant blossom so rare in odor, Desires full flourish on the body, Nestled in that space, ever ready My lips, a humming blue night bird Hungry for passion, not by a word, Hanging
In the silence of the blue ocean tides, As the water sweeps on the sea rides I feel you are with me; holding my hands, Walking slowly along the cold wet sands, Knowing that one fine dawn we shall meet.
It started as an emotion Started seeking attention Growing in proportions Filled with dedication Changed to a feeling Which was appealing Made life compelling As she started believing Progressed to friendship Which felt like kinship And a good partnership With
You’re the reason I breathe Life into the light You’re the reason I whisper Your name each time I pray You’re the reason I am a fighter Fighting for what rightfully mine You’re the reason I am a passionate lover
that time pain called all to seldom all to strange in seasons, reasons of our vain rain seemed as insane. do not ring my dreams while I sleep why step lightly you may awaken nightmares as I stalk time, my
Trying to keep myself sane; lost in choosing between two lovers Just like someone telling me to choose an easier death; suicide or murder I’m unconscious trying to figure out my right piece Lost in between two characters I am
Lovers are doomed right from the start, because they follow their hearts. Just because… They leave behind the sanity of their minds. The sheer magnitude of emotions. The scary depth of feeling turns them blind. Their hearts so full of
The flesh was putting up a brave dialogue. I was willing to play the game. Stunned, shocked, pleasantly sore basking in heat of silk throat, I asked the needles to go ahead and stitch the wounds without loss of blood.
Oh procrastination How you’ll be the death of me You get worse and worse the closer I get to graduation I guess we’ll just have to wait and see If you get me put on academic probation After you arrived,
The mysterious rival: suffering of resignation. I am reading myself for the surrealism of life, juxtaposition of love and hate. Another blast went off. White rose and black rose in the same garland; ruins of truth were older than lies.
Fernando, I do sincerely extol thee. You were as much passionate in symphony as you were in death, which you faced willfully. Cursed were the cruel war machines that silenced thee. But still to celestial heights they lifted thee. For
A soon to be mother’s thoughts, when connecting to the baby in her womb… The bud that you are, soon to bloom, As you ramble cherub, all over my womb, Bouncing and punching without care, “Safe birth”, my heart pleads
lower abdominal area gurgles and balloons gastrointestinal tract vis a vis flatulence croons in tandem and/or subsequent expulsion eliminates fecal waste witnessing sprinting to bathroom, this scribe (against time) and jet propulsion of sphincter muscles’ spasmodic desperately raced unpleasant symptom
Fast winds and salty sea spray You’re the one on my mind Tanned skin and hair astray How could we have been so blind? Country songs at the background Falling in love with another Could you still stick around? In
Lately we’ve done some growing up. Without you I feel little different now. The insect that whispered in my ear is no more. No more going through turmoil now. Loving hurt each and every time. It’s the only thing I
What’s life but a phase Before we reach a better place And what you feel in your heart Sometimes we all set apart There are days we are crumbling under And days again When we reach for thunder And when
Ghost and my girlfriend: She came closer and closer Just a millimetre away Her lips were from mine And the moment Was greater than fine I wanted to tell her my feelings Especially from last few days To disclose the
Misplaced A strange misconception was her affection without any roots like a useless action It stung her like a wasp and brought her tears It bit her like a dog and gave her fears It hit her like a storm
I am left dangling between Conformity and Freedom So… What do I choose from? The Damocles sword or the Carrot? Cognition or Intuition? Accordance or Independence? What do I chose from? Existence or Living? Submission or Expression? Precision or Exaggeration?
The sprawling mangrove forest shifted away from the giant concrete thoroughfare that has come to traverse through their murky habitation. Their host of wild mammals and their uncut barbaric lifestyle have retreated farther to their dense recluse of primitivity. New
Her eyes widened, Not once did I stop to notice that this was the first time These words came from my mouth. Through action yes but never once did I stop to pay attention that I’ve never said it before.
The sky is in motion constellations shattering in ripples caused by a toe unseen mechanisms have failed like the touch of my love where the ridges and whorls of our fingertips no longer know how to lock the shattered old
Years from now I’ll remember this day The time I tried to write about you and didn’t know what to say There are thousands of thoughts running through my mind Finding the one that describes you completely is what’s hard
The sensation of thick honey Gliding down your throat, Enveloping your tongue in A heavy, smooth numbness that warms your buds, Dissolving into sweet ecstasy. The smell of rain Soaking into parched soil, Tingling your nostrils, Tickling your senses, Encompassing
She was a girl who loved colors and art The fact that she couldn’t draw tore her apart Maybe trying a different method would work, she thought As razor blades and cutters she bought She started drawing and the canvas
The rain came today Little drops at first Then, gaining confidence Grew more insistent Drumming on the ledge With a rapid tattoo The birds didn’t mind They arced and soared Laughing at umbrellas And the rush for indoors How beautiful,
I also was making Nazca lines on water But Derrida’s all inferences seem true So To assume the other and assumes not it is real until replacing a person’s head to the other and other’s to the former. Narcissus falls
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.