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In downy pink I watch you go my sun, at night you will pluck moon flowers. In half-moon eclipse the morning glory will wake me up in dew, alighting whole night on the rose branch. I still smell your lips.
And accompany me To a place where you always wanted to be The aches, the heart-breaks, the constant high and low Mechanical existence, your mind is stuck in flow Let’s drink the magic potion, and sleep in utmost rest Give
As I saunter in the moonlight Searching for my path full of insight I witnessed stars playing in darkness As if some background making them shine Looking up in the sky I shriek my ongoing dilemma Asking for an answer
It’s all just a moment Life squeezed in a drop Questions burst like bubbles Leaving an utter full stop Tomorrow is a myth of mind Hold me close and stay Nothing matters and nothing remains Our breaths are melting away
Beset current despondency goads me again to express Reason for disenchantment and issues crucial address It’s not just plain strangers but ones considered as own Despite all indulged civility apathy in return got shown Kept seeking sane rationale searched the
It’s not gonna be long before we realize again that we must return to the quiet of wakefulness, the jump to belated scenery that undulates like time, like minutes in your head after the greensward sank weakly beneath the ground
Have you heard the skinny on Lenny Mangini? This fellow dreamed of a yellow Lamborghini And the good life of more, much and plenty, But Lenny’s pockets lacked any profits or pennies. Plagued by malaise and chronic sickness, Two failed
I see building blocks ferociously multiplying around me. Into people, places, things An ongoing chaos of nothingness I am standing still, witnessing vacuum Trying to breathe in this noisy ensemble One sigh at a time. Dumb charades, my favourite childhood
The graceful dance of butterfly wings, The budding romance attending Spring — The morning melody of birds who sing, The opportunities each new day brings — The serene swaying of porch swings, The relaxing splashing of gentle rain — Wedding
I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,
It’s been almost a lifetime in gyrating spiraling flow Defying constant onslaught of getting pulled far below Each time tried resurfacing in a new vortex got caught Adding on presented misery to existing scene distraught Tired of repetitive challenges testing
Four curved iron legs,a foam seat and a back rest keep it complete . I accept it isn’t anything unique i only want to ponder on its peak – the strength that wills this errorless control- inaction surely sloped into
He peeped out of his castle very frightened someone may call his name. He knew vice-versa they were afraid of him calling him venomous satan in snake skin. Saying he is the sinner of temptation hissing he nods that’s not
Outrageous outbursts of Victorian values imposed on the young cub. Irreverent ranting relates a sepia shaded childhood that didn’t exist. “The kids of today don’t know how it was. They don’t want to know!” He leans forward in his chair
The particulate allegories were tossed around. The wheels had refused to exit. Unscathed, phrases were erupting in pulses. There was flame and ice Inherent – in the silicate of wedded friendship. Who was afraid of the bed in heydays of
Almighty! Almighty! Grant us each other’s love Grant us Unity Almighty! Almighty! We are you, you are we One commUNITY Almighty! Make me an instrument Of your will Almighty! ‘Til my prayers for peace Are fulfilled Precious Yahweh! To the
At that time I was thinking something else when you gave me a half-kiss, my winter naked moon. A souvenir left by sun for the sake of night. I remembered pink roses unpetaling green thighs- for quest of shelter in
Hey, someone ask my heart…. What’s the reason for its beating…. Only one sound will come from it…. My love has come to stay in it. …. Hey, someone ask my breath…. What’s the reason of passing through me.. .
Spring, its earthy smell is everywhere Shouts of children, gleefully at play Adults too, liberated at last from playing solitaire Lakes, once frozen and cold, now awake Reflecting glimmering shards of golden light Streams freed from their icy prisons, gurgle
Look deep my friend and soon you will discover a special assignment for only you The siren song of the bong is strong fuming sacraments to exclusive green parties Tie yourself to the mast deny the hot blast It’s clear-monkeys
The pettiness of people is pervasive. Those who feel better when others fail. Feeling contempt and envy when others succeed. Reflecting ugliness behind their backs. Makes them feel better , superior somehow. People sniping at those after leaving the room.
I have found her, The woman that haunts my dreams, In a vacant home with broken beams, She fixed my life like mending seams, And made it bright akin polished rims, I have found her, In an open road that
I’ve had dreams of other places, other places where I have lived. Places different from where I live now. Places that seemed just as real. All we know is what our five senses allow us to know. There is more
You always see me smiling for my tears are very shy, they like none but my company reason you shouldn’t ask why. Their presence distills, soothes and relaxes me free, helps snap all tensions isn’t a strange camaraderie? They’re the
Sound of Bell is an experience to thrill When the school Bell rings for class to begin students experience creek sound with their heart beating at random When the school Bell rings for class to end Students feel rhythmic sound
Stammering quarrel with classical fluidity, fails to measure the uncertainty. I was finding my rocks, that chunk of certainty in midstream, when you were not sailing with me. The wait, stirs high the separated pain. Boat capsizes on high sea,
A faint knock on the door again reminiscent of old demons old dilemmas that die hard enticing me to the unknown, once again uncharted terrain with entrapment for life trying to re-define, re-invent what all take for granted why does
The unbearable Sad and painful Trembling heart Brimming despair Wistful moments Brought us closer To the dreaded Inevitable point Of steeled separation Reluctantly To pay our debts We had to part Ever since then The wait Oh love And joy
They were counting the bullets and bodies. The severed limbs were twitching. Sometimes to go back to their owners, but the faceless torso selects a bush to hide the remains. The leaves are falling on the make shift home of