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Broad mindedness is the yardstick of one’s wisdom Broad minded is always a giver His ambition is the welfare of the needy His aim in Life is upliftment of poor Needy first self later is his motto small mindedness is
How will you carry the mount of tears in the vally of temples? Kites flowing in sky of beings-egos-denials and repeals. Smiling at pain I unspeak to a keeper of cage, under the shadow of golden roses, walking with blue
You were so sweet and gentle; so warm and so caring You were drenched with heavenly drops of honey. Even when our lives were sad and cloudy, you filled it with hope and sunshine You had many reasons to be
Life is like tear drops, falling from the skies, love will cause a flood, to pour down from your eyes. Thunder rolls, followed by the sounds of lighting, Like feelings in the heart, can be, become as frighting. Storm’s rolling
Surviving in a holy mess she fathomed, the storm inside her. Grateful, she was of the darkness who created a chaotic perfection inside a devilish beauty. She feared the wolves, yet, it was the one who ignited the forest fire
Heart breaks.. A topic that rules the world of fiction. The cinema loves it, the writers give it so much of stardom and center stage. Be it the classics or the contemporary, tragedies out stand the happy endings. It’s also
She sits alone within the hall Close to the fire keeping her warm Silken dress worn threadbare Watching fire sprites dance and flare. Dreaming of someone in her heart Lonlieness pierces like a dart Within candle light glow Her tears
Now that my mother, father and siblings have passed. Yes passed, a dainty word saying, dead, gone, either up in the sky, or down in the ground. At last I have said the words, dead, died, death, leaving me bereft.
lucky are those women, who are married to someone they love. lucky are those women, who are free to be themselves lucky are those women, who are told YOU ARE SPECIAL lucky are those women, who are told YOU ARE
The sludge overtakes the sane euphoria.A barefoot caravan of cloud becomes edgy. The hills have gone green. The cascading falls tend to mount on the scattered stones. Suddenly I go berserk and start hitting the stars moon by moon, when
Memories of a friend that was in the past, Memories of a friend that will always last, Memories of the times that will never be Forgotten. “Oh how those days were but They just didn’t last.” Roll back the time
Dull, dark, dank and desolate, Standing amidst the crowd of all things ignored. It mulls over the utter uselessness of being bestowed, Upon the creatures that so nonchalantly wave it off. What purpose does it serve, what fortune does it
AIDS-will you let me live? You will live, if you remain faithful to your spouse, you will live , if you avoid sexually depraved activities, you will live, if you leave morally permissive life, hedonist world, media, and society promote.
The nobles’ officials sigh, When the storm starts in the sky, For soon or later, It will be too late to blow the horn, All wealth and pleasures they enjoy, Puts them at the mercy of the peasant minority, For
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
The week is nearly over and the nights are growing long, the verses turn melodious but the chorus names the song. The words sing out a message in the lines where they belong, the clock in the ticking corner is
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
In the spare room again after homework flat on my back headphones on my ears drumming the air in a flashlit arena nonspecific screaming from adoring fans then the splash of cold water the lights come on your unshaven face
Standing among the ruins of what Used to be a thriving little gold fever town I swore I heard music and laughter coming From the half-moon saloon, I walked around But nobody could be found still I could of Sworn
Helping myself wiping my tears , and trying to escape my fears . See myself scared confused clone , delving deeper into something unknown . Nostalgia from another night of no sleep , symptoms of my illness still creep .
Has anyone told you? You make them smile? A little jesting And a crappy day becomes worthwhile… Has anyone told you? Your hugs are like glue They stick back the pieces Broken into two… Have you ever been told? The
Will every way be barred to the expression that comes to mind short of perception? The truth will be found in the time when one day separated by days becomes days separated by never. The brief and testaments completed; enter
In love’s brief hour, A new joy is born, quite uncommon, Spelling rhythms of stepping affair coming up. Half drawn eyes glowing, full of fineries, Giving gentle knocks in hesitating heart. It is the glorious hour, being in passion fever,
The tree covered path had me but the light, Intrigued my senses so i pushed through the fright, Crackling branches above aging before falling through, Only one entrance, i’d prefer two. Tilting my head i seemingly entered another time.. i
Tomorrow when the sun rises again It will find a world unkind People killing people Friends being unkind to mankind Tonight, the night will give me rest Regenerate me and prepare me for Tomorrow Tomorrow again many will die And
PROBLEMS Problems spare none Rich or poor; young or old none is free of problems Problems do come often some appears huge some miniature Huge problems appear like miniature when health gives way Miniature problem gets evaporated when losing somebody
In his short spaceless life Discordant happiness plays foul, A missed chance heavy price demands. He sought another that never was for him As he feared his utter laziness And never spelt her adored name Before eastern Sun broke forth…..
What would happen on the day When death tinkers in your life This thought might recoil once It turns a ‘men’ into ‘corpse’ I soliloquy kith will pretending of regret by flowing false tears Several examine you by discussing your
The black beads set amidst the gold beads A jewellery, to be adorned eternally. Reminding us the promises we had made To keep the hearts, happy and hale… Amidst the feast, glitter, and flowers On a hustling, happening and upbeat
In the dale of despondency, Lost hopes finding themselves, With the first rays of yellowish sun, Life is taking a new turn, Baby bird is ready to fly, Singing his first song in the sky, After a long time I