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A pristine smoke was pointing the where of pawns abetting the glacial runaway. Emblemic, he was the last man on the stairs ready to jump in the lake – when night arrives. Now this was the tipping point to stand
A fire of passion Burns inside me Eyes twinkle in mischief Longing to explore The bond of unknown. Heart pounds within As the lost soul Awakens the love From pain to delight Of my lively self. The pulse of passion
Life….This is not a fairy tale that we all dream of, fantasize or speculate it to be. Nobody promises us that, not even God. Life is an amalgamation, of those really fantastic, fanciful, sometimes phenomenal, remarkably awesome days and of
I’m watching us in my mind’s eye bound together like thunder and lightning to get away from the world and into secret places We’re gushing alive flaming flickering love bursting born leaving nothing to chance until we fade out. Then…
Deluge of criminality in the moral night; sun was taking a plunge on the falls, in the name of cobbled up front, for our rise and fall in the primary casuality. Sacred contusion, on the floor of the mausoleum, when
It’s a contest between the heart and the head, Or finding a place where they meet instead It’s about living in the then or living in the now, About working it out or just wondering how It’s about clutching at
The Shadow of a Broken Word do you see? The Shadow of a Lifeless Entity Beneath your feet. The sunray hits your face where you glow, Shadowy tears on the other side so flow, Which you are afraid to show.
Colossal memories engulf me, I plunge down deep, Precious bring back my smile, Others do bring back grief. The quantum I did endure, My trampled heart would always pry. Sure nothing stays eternally, No fact hidden in cry! I leap
For my water god I entered the wetlands. Fog was increasing and me becoming incoherent. The swamp throws a high tide of rolling wave I lift the burden of bones and take a plunge in darkness. The holy moon gives
Crestfallen tears mixed with the salty brine of the expansive ocean. Time seemed to pause, as if for one brief fleeting second. He took a plunge into the icy deep. Happily submerging himself in the inviting energizing enrapturing emerald liquid.
sensations sense the limited bound by the apertures that read time my conditioned mind interprets the words that come through in streams, as lines of information a matrix of data, through the windows of the sensual eyes, my faded account
you bring pink roses everyday from nowhere with an oblique smile, some questions have remained unanswered when I plunge in silence you won’t stop talking anger is its own failure for breaking the door where was the need for honour
The native walls were hounding me- out of game. I was playing chess with god. Was stoned to death. A small boy’s arm was crushed. He stole a bread. What was the truism of unheard voices? Groping in green darkness
THE WHIRLING STORM OF EVIL From the dark recluse in my thatched mud hut I barricaded myself; with the palm of my hands pressing tightly against my ears, vainly trying to shut out the mournful tune of the dirge playing
couples run naked then plunge into the vast sea laughter ensues… through the duration of the night a flock of birds with intense sounds In the distance the still silence then an old man appears gets into his boat and
Ahoy, Do your stories hold true Your creaks They play in my ear So many lost within your sea Believing in you My passion runs high To see the horizon Ahoy, or land ahead Together we sail onward Seeking lost
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
Between she and he and sexuality swoops a gender patenting a word, as it is, at the birth’s door pretending to be a kiss of radical thought. Mediocrity always has an intentionality with colored plumage, a passionate dance before the
Her silhouette against the sun; while I stare at her perfect contour-lying on the beach tear eyed, Rays of sun-shine in the background; her shadow engulfs me with all its might; she smiles, Promises to return to me- I ado
Yesterday I took a trip, I flew across the stars and galaxies and landed on a planet just like ours- Felt the waves wash me as I woke up, Sunshine and bright happy clouds – Grassy pastures, Tall trees swaying
Marching slowly towards western horizon The sun goes to plunge down the hills over there As if exhausted by the day- long travel Traversing the sky from one end to the other . Wonder if it seeks for a little
The Argument The first canto proposes the entire subject matter through the first few lines, where is stated the tragic plight of those English people that went against Hades, the then wicked monarch of England, who, for the proclamation of
Born to wonder beyond borders The joy of contentment in wonderment Crossing prairies of earthly colours Created a world filled with excitement Through sun rays and rain showers Beyond the passages of past monument Sand of heat to mountain dew
Music and words are the places that I hide, the solace of their sanctuary with walls, behind which to hide. But now when I sing those melodious old songs, tears are all I can find where the words should belong.
Birds levitate and are airborne, Flapping wings soaring to the highest stratosphere, Flying into the blue yonder, Over snowcapped mountains, abutting the clouds, Flying, gliding, landing, so sublime Perching themselves in the tiny gap between other birds on a cable
Sometimes I feel all alone, In my world of hurt and pain, And no matter what you say or do, The memories come back again. I sit alone in darkness, Watching shadows creep on the walls, Feeling hurt and terrified,
Behold the bells hanging In the old temple’s premises High above the tall pine trees And the distant snow-covered peaks Do they really occupy the space Among the clouds atop the hills Or is it just an illusion Extended up
Well MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU from my house to yours, I pray it’s the best Christmas you could ever hope for but don’t forget it’s not all about the presents under the Christmas tree no it’s really more about the
The pain in my brain and eyes, Is nothing compared to the torture of hearing your incessant cries. Nor me having to invent lies to hear your swooning sighs. How depraved I must be to repent this on a keyboard Rather than your holy
My garden is beautiful With a variety of flowers A gaze itself is cheerful Attracts all viewers Morning I was delighted To see a fully blossomed rose Thoughts of my love excited My emotions too rose Joyfully I plucked Left
Since long I have been yearning to get lost on your sensuous lips my voluptuous desires are burning to feel them with scrumptious kiss With adolescence gesture you mesmerized and allured me to float into your sexy eyes with your
Centre of the belly is the core, core of my life. vividly, vibrantly, courageously lashing out at all the fine points. Ripping through veins and scattering through wounds. slithering to clear. splurging out, splurging, splashing, splashing, splashing mess, mesh covered.
I’m a real mellow fellow and my rhymes cause sedation Flow so sick you gotta give it medication Knowledge so wholesome that it drives meditation My rhymes are in all 50 states making up the whole nation But let’s stick
I can’t touch its walls, neither I can touch its roof, the void within me expanse of emptiness with no end, no boundary infinite it seems its reach, its vastness. How can then it be within me? No, it’s me
Oooh oh and you could be the reason for this gleam here in my eyes for the last few season stardust hasn’t stopped raining down by the river side I stare through a cold and frosted window pane upstairs, looking