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I gathered insufficient number of perceptions, because I put them into old bottles. I walked an endless distance from this permanent peak in the desert to the other camel hump. Is it progressing – It’s not in my hands. I’ve
The boomerang bird is back with us again, the tireless sickle, slashing swathes of wind inflicting wounds with wicked scything wings, shrieking summer’s swift ecstatic pain. It flings itself at frightened insects, flies on whittled blades, deadly smooth and fast,
From the sea they came, With their gigantic boats. That could travel upstream, Through the river even, Into the sacred valley. They brought new gifts From the Sun, perhaps. Their lands were unknown To us, at least. They said It
Some persons wanted Him to be killed Others planned to tie Him up or to expel Plans of polytheists of Ka’bah, He was revealed He moved to Medina, with a mission to propel Besiegers followed Him, to track Tracking led
O Matchless Artist ! The Creator or genius scientist. You capture my heart with awesome wondering, And surprises, full of applauding. When I see those multimillion varieties of pretty flowers, I marvel at your marvellous designs. O perfect designer———–! You
Age has brought a pensive thought, Flying like obscure bats at evening hour And invoking short commemoration of happy years Coming out one by one like night’s parading lights Removing heart’s forlorn glacier. Then comes brief loitering on shaking earth,
With their backs to the sun They ask “why” and “where” Focused on having fun They refuse to even care I tell them “turn around, It’s closer than you think” But they continue to look down Without a single blink
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
When moon rises in the sky, and the dark night gets darker. When silence is the all that surrounds, and in the middle, howl of hounds. When people sleep, but their dreams awake, when reality hides and rises the fake.
I asked “what about the idea of togetherness”. Beloved replied “its vision’ I asked “what is progress of beauty”. Reply was “bashfulness” I urged “unveil thy face and expose thee to me” Refused beloved saying “Do not insist upon”. “Do
Robbing the silence of heights to undo the whole sky, you lean on an enigma to become reverential, elevated by an absurd system; I was still pursuing fidelity in the rubble of meaningless life; not faith, but the certain urge
(Allegro) Wedding bells. Ringing outside the parish. On top of a lonely hill Introduced by a small decent white-sand path Surrounded by neat green grass, Overlooking a deep silent river With waters reflecting the sky Just as my heart reflects
Now comes the day when thou art no more here To prattle with me rend’ring soft delight As thy heart knew that mellow joy, clear, Untainted free from world’s many a plight. Transcending din of town, thy musical charm Reached
My sweetheart you look like an apple I feel your flavor and taste like apricot In grace and style you are like an angel Love and your beauty are in love knot Your red juicy cheeks have salty taste Your
It’s good to leave your comfort zone Once or more in a while And travel to unknown lands To have a feel of life out there. It’s awesome visiting new places Meeting people of varied cultures Hear queer, unfamiliar languages
That vertical sink loaded with cargo fraught, with pools of blackened blood burned me. I never arrived at a moot prologue for the journey of dead. The sun turned away in a doubt under a smoked trance of helplessness. Perhaps
View of the mountains,sipping coffee early in the morning, This morning I am glad to have your company. Lately people look at me in daze and ask me to stop hallucinating, But I don’t remember being without you,not even inn
A preacher was shedding dirty tears for burning hills. Pinned up on tongue was a slogan. Death for all sunflowers. Draped in blood who was trespassing the sickle moon? I cannot raise the mist where you stand naked in sunlight.
A mother’s thoughts to her baby.. A look from your angelic naughty eyes, Enchanting, and bustling as blackberries, So innocent, real and without any guise, That it makes us anytime, so merry! You are so teeny, tender and delicate, Your
I move mechanically on concrete roads Puzzled surrounding, locked in codes Straight faces, scanning smoke Lifeless existence, a solemn joke. Just then something knocks my brain A figure holding umbrella, when there’s no rain Peace struck shape, no layers of
Efficient and hard working gets appreciation Appreciation induces one to excel Getting repeated appreciation turns into addiction Appreciation in open may cease but it may be in abundance in silence When addicted , ,lack of appreciation in open may doom
Beauty in that black lifeless tree, why shouldn’t i call it eternal, It can exist in this cold lifeless environment, Isn’t it appreciable? Where are those colourful flowers, Where are those fragrant petals, Always try to attract small lives for
revive thee the son of tome where casteth thee thy rays where goest thee and thy solid shadows this morning this early seteth thou sun or where is the mama’s only son that one strong once bold young man adored
What does it look like? What does it sound like? How does it read? Is there beauty in mathematics? Are physics formulations beautiful? Is artistic beauty in all its forms discovered or created? Did Newton invent his mathematics or did
Their smiles were endearing, amongst the grays of life; Like a pinch of salt, Beauty sprayed their hall! They all laughed & laughed & laughed with their bellies arched, How capturing it must have been so many hearts pumping clean.
Black is the epitome for darkness, An all thinks desolate and bleak. Purple gives us the incentive- the hope what we seek. Pastel yellow is the sun Which glistens our day, While blue is the color Of the scintillating bay