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Thousand wounds beneath my heart Covered velvet cloth Never expressed on the face Hidden by thousand smiles At times laughs loudly Hides in pretentious way No clue to others Am a smiling fellow But footsteps of Attu Frighten me in
Swallowed in dreams of bliss, and sunset berry kisses in the still of azure skies I gaze into your eyes. Your lips, like honey exude strange sweetness as a dream lover’s dream I find you resistless. Soft whispers pant to
I went there again the place that I never left where my intrinsic self was born with distinct air I move . Pensive thoughts are bygones replaced by crystal pondering apathy for circumstance went missing a contorted and merry soul
This one’s for dad, that one’s for that day, underneath that one is for my agonising life. What is this? I hate the life time that spins around me, slice the carrot, red as a strawberry. Let it shed, let
Well,they may be unlike but yet I continue to feel the same, Another one bites the dust while another one takes the blame, A Runner up again in the race with a moving train, Witness O Aphrodite,the deeds done in
Effectively in givenness; stranger in one’s own house you search the detritus for a lost face. Stay closer to me, O walls I am catching fire. Draw the blood from my veins and taste me. The otherworldly glow of the
Brothers are sleeping on the battlefield so gently.. Brothers are sleeping as if they will never wake, They are dreaming of a world where they will have no reason to fight again… Can you see? there the pilgrims are passing
“You’ll be safe, I promise”, reassured his mum. “But its not you who’ll end up sat on your bum!” A conversation they’d had most every week but it didn’t make his knees feel any less weak. “Now come along, Harry,
Oh, the wind flowing like thoughts fast yet calm fluttering leaves,through hot searing deserts and cold dreaded mountains, through spring as sweet as happy memories. it leaves nothing untouched and nothing can contain it . Sure no one is where
sulking penetrates in deep veins, deliverer becomes bald, jumps to his death in scorching sun, a starfish inherits the costume of skull and crossbones – the cynosure tries to wear a crown of hawthorn for the freedom of soul, the
Disguise In our age of awakening Believing in ghosts or devils has become foreign To the consciousness Astonished at the progress of technology Empty minds even can not become devil’s workshop Refused to become But sensitivity realizes that Devil has
There are some cracks in the pavement; there are some rules to ignore; there are some people you don’t understand and them you but you both know the score. There are fragments of amazement; there are policemen at the door;
After a soot rain the grey fear moved centripetally, seeking centrum; thoughts, saffron colored, in the words went mute. You were still searching the head, of a nameless torso, in a heap of your failures. The river had run dry.
Arrogance foible among fame, flaw in wealthy, kink in nobles, hamartia among powerful. from thought to action arrogance is evinced, from inner mind to outward appearance arrogance rules in them as king. every day-arrogance- manifest itself variously, talk down trait
How I see myself? I see myself in the…….. exalted waves of the sea, dark, rainy clouds of the sky, lightning of a storm, reverberations of thunders, cold, icy and gusty winds of the wintry days, silence of the mountains,
The hoot of the train was shrill enough to bring me back to my consciousness, With eyes half shut I could see the sunrise albeit my body was in oppressive soreness. Thankful was I that the night was over, And
After a grand design there was a white leap to find a boat in darkness. Time was dusting the frame of memory, and the age will grieve for the lost vision. The pace of assaults will increase over the burning
It is said, that suffering shows the truth. Only the sufferer discovers light of Being. Light contains seven colors. Yet I didn’t manage to catch the Rainbow. It is said, that suffering is, what is True. I know! I know!
On the train that rides alone along this track of skin and bone, find locations to us unknown – the Ghost Train comes. Sitting, staring, watching paths of lives unfolding, to me just laughs – the Ghost Train comes. Darker
While you sit quiet and stare, I look into your eyes And I see why it is worth paying the price The price of being hurt and down Breathing through all the coldness your heart has blown Though you tirelessly
There once Lived a man named Mr McDocks, he loved one thing and THAT thing was clocks. He fixed them and sold them; he had his own shop, he treasured them always; it JUST wouldn’t stop. He had watches, grandfathers
I’ve danced on many worlds, and will on many more. Each have proven unique, with many lessons to learn. I’ve traveled far but have farther still to go. The road is long and tiresome, with many falling and failing to
He falls and snuggles like a lover to the floor; dreams spilling from the bottle in the weathered-hand. Beyond the door, dead-brochs lie buried on the moor. Forebears are but sepulchral-weals upon the land. Dreams spilling from the bottle in
Someday I’m crossing over, over to the other side, I’m going home with Jesus, there with him abide. Until my life is over, from life I’ve passed away, Jesus will be waiting, to take me home to stay. My spirit
It gathers, always been here. Waiting within. Pushing to control. Finding a home in some. Fighting those it can’t control. Weakness, exploits, control, power. Power/technology enough now to control the world. Insidious it hides it waits for global domination.
The advent of the new Century, Brought rapid strides in Technology. Obsolete, became MS DOS, Replaced now, by Windows. Standalones got wired, through LANS, On-line, real-time, brought WAN. Close on heels, came E-mail, To see information Sail. Mere surfing of
Life with my father has Never been magical If anything it has always Been tyrannical I go home Anger welcomes me I meet the instigator The abuser You, my father You cheated me out of a Parental relationship Which caused
A room outside the complex weary mind that ravels to its tether A secret domain that is free of memories and condition forever A simple space with which to design without weight or measure A lasting perfume of such smells
I am someone who is as simple as ABC; yet as complicated as physics,chemistry The mere praises of people never thrill me; but the ones who love me for what I am does I like smiling at the butterflies dancing
Elders thought that they already knew Things in life they’ve been through They thought they are always right That’s why we are always in their sight Sometimes it’s hard to complain Things in our eyes that are not vain, Misunderstanding
I stop praising others since we loved each other, Friends become foes as our friendship heaps on further. Night and day become one as your love made me mad, I dismay with dire of thought when you looks sad. Your
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