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A gush of wind entered Through the open window. My shielded wings wandered all over The unanswered question which I hide in my unconscious mind, echoed in my conscious mind. Who am I ? I have a heart that forgives
With so many thoughts buried deep within, But with no words to express her present state, Her heart felt very dry as if it’s wooden. A thousand things,it wants to convey A million words,it wants to say. Still it doesn’t.
Here I Am Again In This Same Predicament. Maybe I Need Some Self Improvement, Because When It Comes To Relationships I’m Always Picking The Wrong Type Of Guys. You Know, The Ones That’s Always Cheating And Telling Lies. I Want
Does God truly exist? The question of all ages. He says that He created this world, Yet we never see Him here, we only hear His praises. A child gets raped, Her father was the rapist. The third world is
Because of too many nightmares I’m visited by the dead those familiar persons with ordinary words with hobbies and bad habits so homy , we ride together on the horse or in the small car we fall asleep in the
I saunter down a shady boulevard Walk on a rocky, uneven path My shadow trails behind me slowly Hunched-back, dragging a lead ball wearily Every step is a torture us both As I walk bare-footed on slivers of glass Each
Hooray! Cheers for the falling rain Lifting a veil of haze, even the sight of a distant train A parade of colorful umbrellas bobbing, like music in refrain Their owners gingerly navigating the puddles of rain A cooling mist on
She glides through air, though she is claimed by everything and everyone. Mind and matter are hers, for she is their fount. She has no name, but every name begins with and ends into her… She’s lighter than light itself,
Ceremonial Rituals in Hindu Religion smacks the logic Daughters and Sons though born in the same womb are differentiated Son’s carry the paternal ancestral legacy while Daughters are abandoned midway to assume In laws legacy Sons may not look after
Always and forever Not the beginning… but end with you, Not the nights… but days with you, The feelings given by you, I wish you knew it too… Single moment without you, Is like a life I don’t wanna live,
Complexion and hair he possesses are bright We can compare him to a film black and white Nay, he has no cooling equipment at home Although cushion and mattress made of foam He is a writer and became my friend
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
Desire, an ever burning coal within us awaiting to be fuelled by a lover or fame or money for others An unquenchable thirst for touch and breathless acts of pleasure Desire, the dreams of devils and angels A driven force
Drifting by my window on a cold dark winters eve, no sound, nor chasing echo, no path to follow or deceive. A silent spectre; a mask of scorn, a hazy memory, from life ’twas torn. Jealously wanting what now it
The soft-spoken man, and the twinkle in his eyes. The exuberance he contains, is incongruous with his seemingly frail body. His diligent yoga practice; his sincere enthusiasm, about the fruit diet; the radiance with which, he undergoes radiation; and his
There‘s no power strong enough to halt this motion Thus, the universe, hinged upon a transient axis in her cosmos plane, spin and revolves in an infinite motion But not moving forward, thus days and years were born All substances
She sat by the fireplace waiting, For her husband’s returning. It was Christmas Eve, He would get an early leave. She had laid the table, Switched on the light cable. The fire was warm, There was a quiet charm. The
Remorse it is consuming me My integrity My peace I look into the mirror Evading my eyes For I see the shadow Of the remorse I converse With you I see it Mirrored in you The discomfort I sense Emanating
Insomnia used to drive me mad, Every night I would toss and turn, These days I think it’s really not bad, For that’s when I get my work done. My mind seems to come alive at night, My imagination sparks
It was a taxidermal view thousands of fawns on the lake. Can you handle the die-off of the whole truth? I have nowhere to go. Genes are turning on, turning off. Bare hands holding the bruises. Hungry, but cannot eat
A walk on an empty road , Inhabited yet filled, A sound of husband wife quarrel, College students laugh , Romance of young couple in love, Stray dogs’ prey quest , A bird’s chirp from the nest, Playground commotion of
Night after night, watching your face shimmer with tears, night after night, watching your face burrow into my breast, I have wondered, my love, full of misery and mystery, I have wondered. This being, so incredibly sad, this being, so
I ran away from you to strange cities. But at every corner, I ran into you. The fresh sea water carried whiffs of you. The little boys on bicycles spoke in your voice. The surf tickled my toes with your
Frightening in your stealth, you approach like the darkest cloud. They cannot see you, but those close know you are with me. Your visits provoke their wariness, afraid they may tip the scales. Some are aware of your deceptive nature;
A Teenage girl with lovely eyes Dragged from every corner of boys! First user free… Grown like a tree! The taste in dating continued The committed mistakes are mounted! The body has become decayed Heart beats counted the day! Log
In time warp, to find the fell of a dark moon my thoughts bring out a birthday gift. The first step in fog discovers the sharp edge of kindness. Who will believe this black and white, suicide of a sage?
The mother of mothers Your statue remains a reminder A memory that penetrates through all The more you are seen, the much more Your love is felt and judicious dreams are built. Brevity is not for the lions only, In
Your absence greets me every morning. In the beginning, so noisy, even wild, Thrusting its claws into my plexus, Leaving deep furrows oozing your memory, Bleeding questions and perplexities- Oh, how I hated that spectrum Which darkened my glaring world!