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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
Surrendering to- Which they have no control over, Each day they are together- Every time they look at one another, They give each other a part of themselves. Whispering promises of tomorrow- Her dreams, his wings- In the embrace they
An outcast, stripped and beaten up, the sickle moon smears the clouds with blood. I hate to wait for – the sun to undo this mess, an ethnic mutilation will bring a chaos. Nursing the peripheries, tribes were in pursuit
MEMORIES ….. I love your sweet voice , Handling your craziness is my choice . Playing games all day long , and all those stupid questions from nowhere they belong. Sharing every joy or pain , Partners in crime ,
“I am pure blue-blood”, said he, “as pure as it can get.” of the tall, fair, handsome varieties. Twice over I despised him but managed but a smile, as he deviously managed to convey his derision for us darker-skinned commoners.
The string that ties everybody together Each vibrating a different sonnet Expressing the tune of melody connecting the human hearts Oh! I listen to the frequency of the string My fingers gently getting on the strings I feel the strings
Something impossible would happen. Truth was too much to operate, life was easy with fakes. Neither mortal pain, nor needles would mend the wounds. The chasm was deepening. And I stitch the orange lights with the kisses of green tears.
Take into consideration what we’ve witnessed, experienced, Our brothers and sisters being Laid to rest every weekends. Their bodies being buried Six feet under this land, Their souls leaving this precious earth, Into the heavens and the horrible hells. All
Through oceans of tears comes the Smile on the face, The Smile that struggles to find its place, The Smile that masquerades the hurt and pain, A strong pretense, that never goes in vain. A wave of nostalgia begins to
Rain …… Sometimes dark and heavy, Sometimes light and lively, Lashing downpours and violent streaks of light, Pearls on the foliage and the sweet smell of wet earth, Ambrosia for a parched land, Opiate for the lonely soul, Rain …….Oh, how
You can’t walk down those halls again they don’t smell right your blood chemistry has shifted no longer fearing a foreign language exam except in those dreams which creep in from umber corners reach out skeletal fingers to fuse the
They arrived through the morning post The father, son, and the holy ghost They raised their flag. I raised a toast To all the wretched sinking souls And so we built our little church A little store to peddle hope
inviolable— the space within myself the space of my flesh that grows into the time of my life expanding it farther out into the orbits going in either round or elliptical circles all of purely imaginative consistency round other individual
a savage desire to severe off one’s neck, the song will get a name in troubled mind, to remove the stain on tongue of black spider, you will think again to commit your sleep for that beautiful death: guess what
God’s hazel gaze scans a barren land empty stomachs and hungry stands a fertile field an enduring belief precious and exalted and dwelling bequeath breathe in, breathe out live, laugh, love the plea of the needy comes from above swift
Beauty has shape contour curve and weight With my hand on your breast I feel sublime and safe I showed you these words and you said You can title it “Thanks for the Mammaries” And we both laughed It’s good
Heart dies a death, very painful and slow Shedding every tiny leaf of hope Until no marks show Nothing remains then, Days pass by and then years after years The memories of the past flowing in tears You try to
The child in his arms was such a precious gift, her sweet loving smile would make his heart lift. Born into a love that none could compare with her baby blue eyes framed with curly blonde hair. Conceived and born
Winterlude From November to March winter-green and winter-grey for all the things you never say, winter-silver and winter-gold for all the secrets left untold, winter-snow and winter-frost counting all the thing we’ve lost, winter-love and winter-pain washed away in freezing
Born are we unshackled Flowing we are like rivers Continuously moving ahead In motion we are forever. Cozy beds confine us not We spring up to move out To echoing meadows where Peacocks dance, coo about. Free they are, free
How I chose to live my life. I’m wired at birth, my personality in place. I’m sculpted as a youth my environment had its say. The combination of both molded me as artists molds clay. With all this in place
Love is super, love is supreme, love is an ever flowing captivating stream. Love is forgiving, love is so kind, love can be sweeter than the finest of wines. True love will stand the test of time. Love is Divine.
You lived your life, now you’ve passed away Cremated with nothing left to decay Grief endlessly lingers more so some days, eternal peace for your soul I do pray. I have had to begin the process of change Our home
If you can’t open your eyes and see the beauty of surroundings within you, If you can’t hear the sounds and hear the songs of the birds chirping, If you can’t smell the freshness of air, For you, I will
Sometimes we picturize everything so clearly So vividly imagined, that if things went way afar from what we pictured we lose touch with reality We believe that everything is going the way we pictured We believe it even if it
The coming of a that to dismantle the comb, unstilling trees under tracer bullets swaying in embrace for moonmilk. The unzipped planktons in sea open their mouth to supermoon for a night dive in a green passion. Does it need