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I realised late in my life that I was Imported to this world from an unknown world I thought the world I was born belongs to me and none dare question my citizen ship I travelled freely without any permission
No barb wire or wall will separate us No passport to identify No entrance fee or currency No politician of Police man to scare our fundamentals No wall clock ticking No alarms disturbing No black man or white man ruling
(1) Here I am bathing, this winter, like an antelope under rain showers. God’s voice is still walking on clay laid out from the beginning of time up to the end of earth. The first woman’s eyelashes are scattering from
With full zoom to start day afresh I occupied my revolving chair in front of the computer screen and switched on the Internet to begin yet another day of oozing out random thoughts that have accumulated in my mind over
When one’s Life is in shambles and mind in turmoil When one is caught in between the earthly desires and heavenly divinity Make sure He will be thrown into the dustbin of history what is the use of looking back
Can you hear? Can you hear his footsteps? On the highway to light, From the alley of darkness? The sky is waving her hands, The ground is raising her sands, In the stormy wind of his entrance, As it’s one,
The sea that pounds the shore unceasingly, Gives wisdom to all, for whom it so brings, But naught it lays a word enticingly, As gem must be dislodged where so it clings; To know the passion of its heart that
A fat island burns under a looming sun. Bleeding rays will enter your eyes to see the blundering world. The gods were melting down looking at the corpses of faltering orchids, spread out at the feet of a white blaze.
Be careful. Strange things will happen When you move out of the nest nicknamed reality… Travel Safe Down this mine. Mind of gold. Mine for gold Mine for gold? Never trade your mind for gold! Never lie Down dreaming of
Have you seen the leeches of society? Have you seen them crawling like snakes? Sucking off the life of everyone Have you seen them with their lawyers? Working the law so the rich get richer Talking of freedom and rights
And there’s rigoletto laughing out the cry of the one who’s defeated by fate among the spectators dressed in blue by the light flooding them between the acts and there’s the woman eternally defeated by love, a cup with poison
Dark spots, acne and pimples No offence, ruin our faces which are pleasantly simple Girls hide them so that no one notices and yucks With an infinite deal of products costing a thousand bucks Slowly and gradually, they get this
In love I learned a thousand ways to comfort this world, smiled and hugged blew kisses so warm , built inn and held caravan so long , brew tea, wrote words alive played music as every fibre of my being
We are born into an unknown world. Slowly we learn as we go. Taught by those who came before. Who in turn we’re taught By those who came before. Generation after generation passing knowledge forward. Knowledge differed region by region.
A randon creation convulsed by grief. Death of a pendant was not able to recall the cleavage. Kosher scream, the grandchildren will not know the fakes of reality show, pure as honey, then the scratching starts: look the tiger was
I haven’t been able to sleep. What you said, perhaps just offhandedly, perhaps not really caring at all, has me wide awake lost in those silly impossible dreams and longings that overtake my being so often. You cannot know how
Hero never whispers, makes all clear Before man born were in ancient world lies? They say it wasn’t solid transmission Words been spoken aloud Slow pictures out of focus getting sharp Surrounded stiffness of plenty spikes You live in the
‘Embarrassment’ said: Some are born to be embarrassed every moment of their life Life never shows itself nice to them ‘Miracle’ added: You are the sunshine to my darkness In a place filled with embarrassment You walked in and spilled
Thoughts amplify intense feelings deep within the soul They twist your stomach into knots, leaves you whining to delights of devilish delusions. An unaltered disposition supremely preposterous based upon familial suppositions induced from repetition. Lingering beyond temptations within confines ludicrously
The frost of that winter evening was a witness , when the wounds caused by your hair as they moved across my face called me infidel. In the seduction of your sad eyes , my lips which were unconscious in
It has weakened my body, Made me a slave of medication, A mockery of the society, Isolated from others, Have missed childhood games, Missed the love of my age mates, Always on treatment, I feel like an experimental object, So
Christmas eve is A time of family and tradition Or in my case Unopened PJ’s, anxiety attacks, and cops That’s all that I’ll ever think of anymore At the mention of it I’ll be brought to tears I was cleaning
Past Called,A Familiar Hello, Memories that made everything Glow. Ceaseless talks, Persistent laughs, Discussing Highs and Lows On Life’s Graph. Nostalgia Hypnotizes Us, Rejoicing Life without a Fuss. Heart skips a beat, Sings A Song, Recalling times When we did
Whereby: The scent of your breath love dances like a butterfly. Drenched in your raining desire lush spring awaits. Yearnings whispered vigorously. The sun kissed golden season’s ancient story filled with certainty and uncertainty. Every word I utter reflects you.
a facsimile of torture candlelit in moony dark i want to unread the anointed death on this tip of an arrow, here it comes the hissed phrase wrenching the gut – for conceptual withdrawl, dawn of dark secrets without footprints
Coming face to face with hemlock you are not able to rain in the animal and start climbing the temperamental tree. Fathered by innocence of violence on the name of war, when were you going to kill? Your own progency?
Sitting in the examination room paper crackling under your naked spine the worm of doubt working its way through your pipes just about falling asleep white noise strong as medicine honing the edge of your fever there’s a double tap
Joined by the funeral, we sit down, under the blue sky, fire watching, sequentialling the processions. Ultimately one by one they come, to dust, hands turned down. After close of the rainbow there is an explosion and a transition censored
Kiev in the shadow of early spring Winds off the lake lands and Reinvented again… Something of a new dream, new And improved like magic with The waves of a hand just like Tribal spirits breathing the Breathe of new
That limit that line that determines defines Harder than ever to motivate the inside to find The light that once was and searching to still remain My secret my heart felt love of inner flame Warming me ever so softly
Lessons and learnings exist in stories and tales ; in trees and flowers ; in oceans and whales ; But to no avail, Till we realise life does not move from milestone to milestone, But crawls through challenges and daily
In a stare it can echo, Across the unwritten lines, The stir can make you, Find ways to forget time. In a stare it can shine, Sunlight too bright to see, Shielding your watery eyes, Ears blast still listening. The