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“I” wanted to fly, far far away from the darkness of light But I saw something swinging with me, when I got to take the flight It was my human self in blackish darker dress Looking into its bosom drinking
He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That
You pass through the prism of the Time, Thy life is a segment of it. Amid the dense woods, elder bushes and high pines You constantly strive to exist. Your feathers are odd among others – They’re lucent and white,
Running, searching, seeking, looking for that sign The one that says your welcome, please come inside The sign that says your wanted The sign that says your mine Running, searching, seeking looking for that sign A red rose resting on
Black colour amidst other colours is like a lunar Eclipse while the white Colour amongst others is like a milky moon Moving vehicle is symbol of growth while stationary one is symbol of decay Life is a dream , Truth
A forest misses the greens, A landscape misses pristine. A canvas misses the strokes, A clown misses the jokes. A cake misses the icing, A finger misses a ring. A flute misses a breath, A mountain misses the zenith. A
Mince Pies and Clotted Cream go together like a dream. Like Jelly and Ice Cream Like Green and Red are Christmas colours Like Crackers go off with a bang Like Christmas lights all shiny and bright Like Carols sung at
Just an observation, To the moment close by; Your eyes sneaking out of window, But mine are stuck to thy. A strange feeling, Afraid, don’t know how to make a move; Waiting to get a glimpse of your Ming, Just
I wonder what you think Of the human race From your celestial pedestal Above time and space? In our lil’ world that revolves, How long have you been involved? When you peer out through fiery eyes, What do you see?
Remembering the days of old, when father raked the leaves of Golden, yellow, brown and orange Jumping into the huge crisp pile, I tossed them all about As my father raked them on top of me I would creep out
Into darkness we go Where the light cannot reach O’er hills and trees the shadow go Until we reach the edge of night Where the starry skies Go forever on into the night Beneath the stars, our lives we make
There are many dreams kept in my heart, dreams that sway my soul; dreams of great fire burning, simmering ‘but no one stops to warm themselves long enough, strangers only see a wisp of smoke. I can almost unveil to
One fine evening as we sat around, our spirits gay, She came towards us, palms bowl-shaped, eyes accustomed to implore, Though filled with anguish, yet determined, they seemed to say, “A tiny morsel, a little coin, nothing more!” Though the
A myriad of treasure wealth and pleasure Snagged by the Achille’s tendon Rounded up and Slaughtered for The Golden Apple of his eye Not the divine fruits of Her labor Trust the toss of bones Fall down ashes fall down
‘GANDHISM’ – an eternal truth of divinity, Found in all human individuality ! Struggle is to ‘Experiment’ & find in yourselves, It is not hiding anywhere else ! Empathy for the last one, Is the ‘talisman’ for the ‘Sarva-jan’ !
Blessed is that man Or that man is Wise. Who doesn’t take advice. Who doesn’t give advice. Blessed is that man Or that man is Wise Who doesn’t live to repine. Who doesn’t judge, criticise. Blessed is that man Or
call to duty tears him from his family, fighting war he causes not separate him from society he loves best, defending indefensible most times disconnect him from the loved ones maintaining imaginary “peace” elsewhere creates void at home at sea
Sometimes souls are inspired Sometimes souls are broken Sometimes souls have goals Sometimes souls be laissez-faire Is there really a purpose for the existence of a soul? My soul contemplated. First there was nothing when the soul was personified in
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
Moving softly down the stairs with Isa holding tightly to her mother’s hand. Leanora was looking to the left and the right across the large hallway The thought of leaving her home was so horrendous to her . There was
We are mere children of the void. Specks on an infinitesimally small mote in limitless space. Lost by size, overlooked by indifference. A universe indifferent to our existence. The stars will shine, the planets will spin regardless of our future.
What was the ethics of homefires when homeostasis had gone awry? There were no concrete truths. I will not wear the lies instead like fly ash on my bloodied shirt. The old habits die hard; the beds of flesh and
Life is a trick with interwoven plot Clever take advantage a lot Apparently truth seems failed All good deeds look derailed Tricky minds proud of all tricks They feel pride in their pricks Vice becomes part of drama Shadows take
The puppet, strung up, made to move ever faster With time rises proficiency, it overtakes its master It craves the open air, it wants to test its wings The master cackles, “Fool, you know not what Fate brings” The puppet
“HMS Trincomalee, British Man-O-War, sixty guns, one hundred gross tons was she, The Purser and Pressman am I, managing a pressgang in strict service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun pipes: Captain arrives! She’ll turn with
Nearly four years ago, we sold our home where we had lived for nearly fifteens years. That was long enough to grow a nice garden of all kinds of flowers, including roses. Unfortunately, I was saddened that we could not
My first phone call, your first hello Your first text, the first time we met; My first thoughts and your first words If only for a day, was it supposed to last? A moment’s glance that happened by chance Left
I have a box and that’s for a fact- from which an act is being lead. With scripts of wild puns that overlap, it banters back while remaining intact! Equipped with taunting realizations that retort- with hiss as they push
She had changed colours to please her eyes her soft sight covers the earth , her fond beauty dumbs the earth , commenting ‘silence ‘. She was green back in her old days , had changed, green to golden .
The same rhythm of a million years, Today is not today. The same rituals of splintering spheres, All acts of the same play. The same longing that filled The first vagrant lone poet. That grew and dreamt and then distilled,
Not moving, the words had gone into inertia. The space was shrinking. Only restlessness was there in buoyancy ready to distort the sound of depth. I am expanding in propriety, in meaning. Pure burning on flame of truth, like a
The shrine of Madonna stood tall, The high king’s rapier fell down, not anymore was he the young prince, for he was devoid of all feelings. The shrine of Madonna stood strong, The high king’s blood washed the ivory pedestal,
What are we doing? Where are we going from here? What are we? My stormy weathered friend I hear you scream. I see your dreams untold. I love you. My stormy weather friend. When you’re wounded who will heal you?