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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
I remember our first hungry kiss we behaved as though the time was less making patterns on each others’ body how can I forget the place where you first touched my heart it was then we told each other we
On the intertwining paths of life When you come across someone of old. When you stop for a moment And time flies by Memories well up in your moist eyes; Golden days of happiness, that day of radiant sunshine That
False people will always try to exploit you when the odds are against you Dissimulating the blame with stupid excuses and lies too They constantly try to turn the situation around on you But fortunately what goes around comes around
‘Ma …..’ a tender mild wail of my lovely sleepy kid from her soft rutted wet bed dispels my drowsy mood transforming me to a ‘blithe spirit’ fluttering my light heart to resume my day afresh. Oh! What a tasty
Emotions run high They are like wild horses at times Feelings just hide themselves in my heart Like the new brides The wild horses can’t be controlled I don’t have the faintest idea why I lose the inklings of why
Back in those old days, a wife awaits her husband on a stormy night, hoping for his safe return. .. Waiting for her love, an enigmatic sailor. In vain gowns and a luscious healthy pallor! The porch, radiant in jewels
“Life has ups and downs” said they, So she endured all the pain without any debate… Happiness will enliven her life soon, She was told, if she will wait… But gradually her hardship intensified further, And those hopeful eyes still
In downy pink I watch you go my sun, at night you will pluck moon flowers. In half-moon eclipse the morning glory will wake me up in dew, alighting whole night on the rose branch. I still smell your lips.
When darkness dampens your devotion, The will is there but devoid of emotion; Remember to hold your head high And kiss every violent wind which passes by. That violent wind takes you to places unknown, Places of future palaces and
A smoking internet chat She finally signed something, “J” “oh J” I’ve been waiting for something to call you Lovely Oh J that captures the sense of anticipation I feel addressing you and I guess I don’t care right now
I stopped to gaze One mistake already made Moody wind, pale snowflakes Quite with mysteries Dark and Delphic secrets My legs froze, my body still The ropes of the mesmerizing beauty tangled me No struggle, no pain A moment of
Ask Van Gogh why he painted; A lunatic left at his own devices His grey mind sucking colors from the world into a canvas. Each rub leading to liberation from the known world The thick paste transforming a canvas; Into
The promised apple I did not eat. The red skin started bleeding in my palm. Butterfly flesh was unable to glide. Two round, intense eyes were chasing me. A namesake volcano bursts open in my chest, then I notice the
I want to walk the land meets its animals and learn their songs. Snakes there must be and gators hook-billed birds stalking the verge of lakes and rainfall ponds, candy-colored eyes rolling within wrinkled leather sockets. It would be easy
My afflicting Evil precedes our God himself; at dawn was born in turbulent oceans, sunken ravines that few had trod, ripe with fruits of ever-present torment. People rejoiced at my each rising word, trees uproot with the gesture of my
…So, I asked: what is beauty? He said: it is the impossible becoming real; or It is the kohl of a string on the forefingers of a guitar player; It is the explosion of astonishment on a beautiful lady’s waist;
Cute a little, a nice friend she is! Always a little chittery, a chattery she is! Gets a little bittery, a battery she is! Anyways a little tingly, a tangly her life is! So a little blingly, a bangly her
Woman changed into stone as Ahilya, Woman submerged into waters as Sohni, Woman was buried in wall as Anarkali, And she sank into earth as Sita, Woman was burnt alive as St John! She has been sacrificing since ages Where
between my guts and stars, somewhere in the middle when the heavens stands apart my mortal excellence create an exemplar focused on the divine idea the clock spins indicate the hours, pendulum swings can it be eternal? I’m closer to
You’re the reason I breathe Life into the light You’re the reason I whisper Your name each time I pray You’re the reason I am a fighter Fighting for what rightfully mine You’re the reason I am a passionate lover
I awake to the gloom of a cloud covered sky, There’s a dampness that floats with the air. A stillness and peace has enveloped my world, And I don’t see a soul anywhere. You can already smell the rain on
Tight spaced enclosure Swelling of my own inner expense A feeling as if it is over it is over What else is there to give? Living as though incapuslated Fearful of the future for that has gone cold Never thought
I have been away a while, space, time to think, while in the thinking, think, that maybe we are too affected by today’s culture, media, in not thinking for ourselves. Beauty can be seen everywhere, yet some shout of ugliness.
Like swapping your face for a tormentor. Stop the rains. I am going home, after a hard choice of peace in sunlight. Give me back my memory. I want to take a flight. Scanning the midnight sun on blue lake.
Not Too Verbose, Like Other Goose, Bla, Bla, Bla, Yeh…. Not a Communal Preferer, Like Other Piles Of Manure, Brag, Brag, Brag, Ney…. Like a Lactose Heart; Glorious, So Pious, Meant For Reverence; Reliable. Too Practical, So Mercurious, Far Concise,
“And this, for the most beautiful lady in the world” taking the rose out of his pocket, he said. Her eyes kept staring at him in amusement. and those eyes o hers, already left him rapt. “Will you be my
Here they come from their floating fortress Their eyes strange their cloths mysterious They move like kings Walk like a Storm Their fortress vanishes beneath clouds Here comes the Storm Their fortress flies high Their weapons flash in thunder Those
THREE POEMS 1 NEW YEAR The dates on calendar question all my undone actions and memories that haunt or fade in nightly nakedness stumbling toward the next day’s sun without celebration at 65 January jeers my degenerating sex a still
Majestically it spins. Eons in place. One of countless. Silently reflecting, glistening in the void. Dance of the worlds graceful silence, choreography of the cosmos. All spinning, dancing to creations music. Immense it all be. Yet, finding comfort in the