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Our rooftops were connected, you remember? And those rooftops had all those long strings Tied from corner to corner for hanging laundry, remember? And when summer’s first hail showers Came beating down all of a sudden, How it had to
You are not with yourself today. Conversation was stopped, from cloud to cloud. Now you know what you did not want to know. No longer the pathless destiny, comes near you, you go towards the bushes to collect the ash,
water dripping from a yellow dog’s jaw that sweet guileless face tongue lolling tired from lapping at the polished bowl but still ready to swab an incautious face anxious to please prepared to dart erect sending my daughter five feet
Beauty is what you realise in nature , Begins to love every creature. Grassy field that grows in meadow, Things that are tactlessly bestowed. Radiance of sun that lights your day, Go out and brighten your way. Blossom flowers that
Poetry is not an intelligent Arrangement of words or rhymes But an articulation of heart An articulation of emotion An articulation of the subtle feelings That can never be expressed by a prose Poetry is associated with more heart Than
She stood by the golden door by heaven’s gate. Watching the snow falling from heavens storehouse missing her mother and family very much. Such a short time since she been gone from the earth years ago. Loving the winter with
The way the heart seems to be crumbling, The lingering touch that utters words, fumbling, When my eyes meet the shadow of your eye, We know that we should never say good-bye… Every small ending that we encounter, Leaves a
Love is a powerful thirst, The basic chemistry, Promoting feelings Of a survival instinct. It has many guises, With emotional variations, Intimacy of passion, In a deep bond. Often one-sided commitment, Always arriving unbidden, Without passion, a mere dedication, That
As usual, the stars, way out there in the distant sky, will probably be out tonight. If it should become cloudy and foggy, they might become hidden from sight. Otherwise, they will appear and fulfill their God given purpose, by
Beautiful face emits radiance one just love to look beautiful External beauty attracts one cant see blemish in it Tongue is the one which is hidden Tongue can enhance the external beauty Tongue can also act as spoil sport Tongue
I’ll love you completely. Not only with words. Or as my second or third. But a priceless jewel. You’ll be my only girl. I’ll keep my promise, ‘n I’ll show the world. You were all I wanted. My perfect woman.
Alone in a car park, staring out at the rain, musing and snoozing and counting my pains. Watching the world as it passes me by, the ebb and the flow through warm sleepy eyes. Moments slip by, we must leave
Whilst bequeathed are the grasping wealthy with pilfered, false grandeur, plundered and encumbered are droves of working poor….. As the rancid wind of wrongness rages and fiercely blusters in your faces, arise, my brethren, arise, effect its due demise, for
The very first step a child walks is by holding her hands the very first voice the child hears in the womb is hers nothing can match the comfort that the child gets from her chest she guards her child’s
half-clad cult of violence boiling their soulmates roasting the foes one by one killed by a ligature they were building the dams to harvest the power from tears fear climbs on your shoulders unburns hydrocarbons a train moves through the
hey feeble feathery flakes you keep sneaking into my space, your furtive group-attack tackling you, the skill I lack, once you made your way in chasing-chickens seem any-day a win, you are here, there and everywhere to my vanilla tiles
Light, with an unclear vow of dragging me out of my inner demons, came, I, with a yearning eye embraced it, eliminating the notion of it, being a crooked game. The demons that swirl inside me, and the humble whisperings
Again the Sorrow Coming like a crawling thief. By stealing joy and all what was the dearest It leaves me in the hollowness of grey No sun, no stars and neither blue, blue sky I don’t see anything, and I
It’s happening right in front of our eyes. We who live today are right in the middle of it. Being swept up in the wave breaking on humanities shoreline. The global brain being born all around us, exponentially expanding, most
We know this world is the devil’s playground And he will do anything to turn people away From our Lord and savior Jesus Christ almighty But good will always conquer evil so have heart And let the bright white light
Ain’t it a paradise when you see, all things beautiful, white and grey? When the melodies of life lit up in glee, all things surreal painted in this air. Ain’t it a heaven as you crawl and beckon, the white
I am forever in awe, Of the world with so many surprises. The way it enfolds them When the right time arises. Forever in awe, Of the humans around, With such brains and thoughts profound. Always in awe of
Pathways have no boundaries, thinker was without a thought. Hostile mind refuses to believe truth was missing from life. From depth to depth measurement had failed. God does not know his creation now. Foolish flesh now burns in thudding bangs
I will sit or lay. Not in sadness or tears, you don’t understand. I’m in-between everything. That time I starred at that horse. I wanted to be it so much. Its pensive eyes knew I was not worth a glance.
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?
My garden cries for no reason. Kindness melts into rain of twisted petals. And that is it. Alone I whisper the translucent words, watching the death of dreams, living fossils. The sun bakes the seeds. The essence will not heal,