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Our poets the fools, as always they are, Mistake the shouts and cry of a bird, As its song, the melody, not thinking The pain, it suffers as ‘thrown outs’, By own mother, attacked by a stranger, The crow, a
Was it really so necessary, For you both to get married; Was it so obligatory, For you to divorce and separate; Was it damn compulsory, For you to get me born; Was it really really required, For you to leave
At this very hour of my life I am sitting alone with a heavy headache I have neither anger nor hatred for you; But I simply pity you And I feel sinful myself; You made me venture into this impossibility
Life is a simple play Don’t make it mysterious. All complicated words wrapped into one, Make a bunch of gawky efforts and simultaneous grief. Myriad mementos contemplating miseries, Do no less than to future, humiliation and bad welcoming. That’s what
Confused , lost , bloodshot eyes , A wanderer insomniac driven premise , Supreme anxiety , thumping palpitations, Pointless life dictated inhibitions , I Came at your doorstep, A depressed human being , A lifeless soul, Devoid of objectives ,
“HMS Trincomalee, a British Corvette, sixth rate warship of 28 guns, Five hundred gross tons was she. The King’s Pressman am I, handling a pressgang of five, My firm service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun
And while I walk, I can hear those words, Being echoed time and again, “From this moment, Here shall I declare that we are free, From those colonial chains”. He was a good speaker, he moved the nation, On his
Standing alone above all , i live in the peace of universe , without any limit , without any wall, i have survived through every situation good and worse . With infinitesimal change in me, i witnessed every change on
Wake me up, at another dawn, When love rises high, and all miseries are gone. Wake me up, at another dawn, When justice meets mankind at the new horizon. Wake me up, when there are smiles… Not forced upon, but
Violence !Bloodshed ! Massacre ! Hatred and callousness having its nasty play across the globe, inflicting myriad miseries on innocent people here and there, every now and then . And all these insane acts in the name of God !
Morning came and dreams walked out, A savage life was knocking my door With harsh iron hands holding an unpalatable casket Loading grey flowers of troubles having colorful multitudes Immaterial my blinking desire, my aversion and perturb It ran in
Hours before the birth of the gem, There was an affectionate argument between them; Her father said, ”Watch my child change the state as a minister”, To which her mom quipped, ”No she’ll deliver unbiased justice as a barrister.” When
A life exists in the womb of Mother, Only pioneer of life, can’t be any other. After 9 months, she writhes in pain, And a new life world gains. Soon Mother’s pain dampens, And smiles surrounds thus, Happiness Happens. Crawling
Harp strings over the woodland mist Such shiverings of endless prayer That never seem to say goodbye They only seek to keep you there, And steeped in woods of long gone days Of Summer green and Autumn sky Are dryads
Love offers countless tears To bemoaning lovers with grieving affairs, As it’s roaring past them in whimsy rides And fades away to deceiving dale. Still the men plant the trees In zone safer And hope to flower them In fancied
(1). At that morning, I wrote on the blackboard with white chalk: when negative collides with positive, it becomes cloudy; When two negatives meet, it clears up; When two positives meet, it lightens until they fight on top of a
Like the little droplets humming down the shore, and the yellow sparkles moving free to the core, dismayed to unbind the lore since ages, I want to stay amidst the phases. Shrinking and shivering beneath your arms, prime the relevance;
This night, the moon shining at the window There are some noises tonight Tonight there are some noises to build love There are some noises tonight Not all angels look alike, not all, my love! With some there’s nothing left
November 9, a stroke again in her life, The broken phone lying near the bed, her eyes filled with tears, a blade in her left hand and bleeding fingers of her right hand, all spoke the same story of betrayal.
Age is the only expand, Where joy-sorrow go hand in hand, Joy of moving towards the new, Sorrow of leaving behind a few Awakening of morbid senses, Those laze passive in tenses. Dying off of that innocence, That once is
Anointment of any prefix was hurting I started shedding the names. To fill the void, dialogues were not sufficient. So many of thorns, without seeing, in flesh, reading the closed mind, to reach the inner blue. After dark bloody spills
I’ll start with some foundation for this provides my base, It helps hide any blemish that I find upon my face, It smooths out any wrinkles, it softens up my skin, I need to match the shade I need before
What is the thing of poverty, of frozen pain, fury under the snow, between fire and rain? You come on the surface to breathe, douse with petrol and show off a flame. A slum of emotions burns with rage. The
After the rain wets the ground, a damp, naked silence, floats in air on the wrong side of the moon. A strange mist, like a post coital whiff envelops you savagely. The testa breaks. A forest heaves beneath your nails.
A cult of sound without lips was growing. The veil had staked its claim. Staying myself I thought I will become you; there would be a lured kill! Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled the sea. Serpent of moon quakes
Going through life In a catatonic haze With grim determination avoiding every one’s gaze With a hard shell around you or is it an iron wall? Surrounded by people but no one to call Afraid! Afraid! Afraid! Expecting the worse
I’ve ruined the knife set apparently, there were five and now there are four. ‘It’s not my knife set to diminish’, no ones mentioned the stain on the floor! Perhaps because I used bin bags, made an effort for which
Can time ever relieve? The ache that inside lives. Spring and rain are things of past. Will this gloom never last? You would return any day, In hope, I stare the way. You’re still in my every prayer. Deep in
A sailor’s story lingers long while others disappear; its locale point is Cuban soil when freedom was still here. My tall young frame was all decked out with new tight tailored whites, with thirteen shiny buttons new, that much improved
Caged in the cobwebs of the past Surrounded by the tall stalagmites of blames Lying uneasy on betrayals amassed Is A vulnerable soul for whom love was no game. Splinters of Lies that hurt and bled Trust shattered, Malice brought
That fake encounter takes place everyday amidst peels of darkness and terror strikes you when you were looking for the healing torch. Clutching the old rags of history I sit on the pyramid of bones: somewhere the sanity puts up