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She has opened her eyes, to feel the beautiful smile in her mind! Recollecting that he had promised… She stepped out into the world, to feel the dew filled grass Filling her with untold Love and solace… Flowers had bloomed,
The greatest gift that we might give Is love, as long as we do live Love, is such a selfless deed Once given is most well received Love that’s precious, love that’s sweet She gives to all that she does
In the shadow of moonlight My cape pulled up around Me tight, standing at the crossroads Under the tree of life, eyes like fire In the night… I call upon the spirit of HEKATE As thunder rolls and lightning strikes
Cu-sith roam and howl to the moon Venting their anger in audible form Across the woods their voices roam Sending chills to those in their home. Spoken of as legends and myth The Cu-sith chase and hunt Magic in their
I shall like to live my life as a Promethean poem And steal to earth God’s most sacred fire from heaven! Which prosody, a psalm of echoes in efflorescence; Which beauty, its raison d’être, the extant of essence; Which truth,
Eons ago, the gods feared us. Eons ago, humankind was invincible. Eons ago, we were complete. We harnessed the power of Eros, romantic love. We had Eros because we were already joined with the one person who completed us. We
His hands were punctured His legs were broken His body was mutilated He was buried in full He has risen on the third day, from the dead He rose heavenward from the tomb In the perfect form Indicating He is
Two faces the world has, filled with pretensions, brimmed with affectations. It is difficult to discern fake or real A smile stuck on every lip; whether con or genuine – Arduous to fathom. A veil as if to hide the
Once lived a King of Cyprus famed Who held all women folk in disdain He eluded wedlock, never to be tamed While his people, they cried prayers in vain Venus at last chose to answer their call From the heavens
The visionary, Atlas, Shrugged his shoulders as he regarded The city of kings, Collapsed under its own weight. Remnants of an unachievable dream Haunt the few remaining halls, Corrupted and skewed creatures That feel no remorse, and The servant girls
Your heartbeat pulses against your grace filled throat as a lamb lined up in a row when the spring wind is blood scented and flowers are faint–mild, bee thrummed, delicate beneath the harsh metallic flavor that makes your mind swirl
Don’t let your heart become a paper boat sailing towards childhood, Towards the harbor of its never returning fragrances, Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter
Heavens descended Agni, Varuna, Indra & Yama¹ lined up To witness a Swayamvar² Of a heart with a soul, A reunion on earth & a Meghdutam³ With a cloud as pen The universe as canvas Was asked to describe The
She gathers her flying hair into a rocky braid, her eyes blow away into fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves
Don’t let you heart become a paper boat sailing Towards childhood, Towards the harbour of its never returning fragrances. Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, Or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter
Before you Know and in despair Humankind do hear my prayer As deep within my mind I scream In witnessing this nightmare dream Humanity it seems is blind Forgetting that to love is kind When did decay begin to start?
These days, as I wake up, an eagle sits on my window. ‘tell me, my eagle, tell me the tales of distant flowers, of dragons, of dangerous people, with beards, with spears. tell me of their loves and dreams and
These sleazy intentions seem to kill more than those so-called “reported” serial orgasms. To say, -off the record- that you give me both… feels very disturbingly corrupt yet thats not why you see me blushing. can this burning betrayal flesh
(Certain meanings of hindi language words: Mantra: Hymn, Prayer Brahmin: A priest Kalyug: In Hindu mythology as a time of evil, decadence, and untruth; here used metaphorically, comparing our time to that of Kalyug. Srishti: The Universe abhaas: Intuitive feeling,
I am called Balaji in Tirumala; I am called Rama in Bhadrachala; In Sholapur I am Panduranga; In all His temples, I am called Naarasimha; In Mathura I am Govinda; These but names that called I am; In wayside temple
Here she gathers her flying hair into rocky curls. Her eyes blow away; fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop down, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves
I am here on an archaeological quest, to satisfy many a curious mind’s request for knowledge on antiques and artifacts of Egypt’s long extinct historical facts, in treasured sands buried, like gold mines earnestly sought for in stories shrouded in
Path taken, not the end, End taken, not a real road to travel, The path taken, not the best, Change the path, again, Darkness rings the bell again, The light from the lighthouse missing again, The caravan goes again, Path
Hello, Can anybody hear me? I’m calling out There is only an echo. Hello, Are you out there? I need to hear Someone answer. Hello. Can you feel it? The dark and loneliness Is surrounding me. Hello. Can you touch
Spirited Life is sweet morose life is sour calm life is steady Angry life is misery Smiling life is refreshing Condition of mind dependence upon one’s Life’s conduct If fickle minded , Life is uncertain If a happy mind, Life
Since I have seen you, I have been infected With tormented love to you, and I have been Tortured by mysterious executioner. He is invisible, only felt. At every evening, Before sleep, he whips a dagger into my heart, And
Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I
Monitoring for movement, scanning expectantly for signs. Electric eyes, barely blinking. Knowing the prey and her hiding places. Prowling the night, thoughts blacker than the surrounding darkness. Staccato stalking, sleek and streamlined, she smells the air. Nervous nose, almost aquiver.
They hold each others’ hands Walking down the lane Their hearts beating with praise Was it the season of rain? The water begins to pour In the silent night The boy appeals for a dance, in the starlight Hands held
Well you are the Patriarch of My Heart For many moons now you’ve had me Under your spell…I wonder if you somehow Overheard that old, old wish of mine standing By that big ‘ole magic wishing well who Knows for
In those moments you succumb to the windless state, before mills dormant arms When you shed colored skies and scented breeze, letters detach from their horizontal stance. This familiar place of utter embraced distance, this far edge of nameless field.
The clock stuck 3:00AM; My cellphone alarm said, “Sleep Lakhan” I switched off the lights and turned the fan on; Went to sleep, as it was almost dawn. Dream started: I was sitting in a coffee shop working on my