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Black Death plaque but too many dead bodies For a grave so they shipped the sick and Suffering away to a little venison island called Poveglia…screams could be heard across The foggy water to the mainland in mass Hysteria…well and
Fernando, I do sincerely extol thee. You were as much passionate in symphony as you were in death, which you faced willfully. Cursed were the cruel war machines that silenced thee. But still to celestial heights they lifted thee. For
Been trying to avoid the subject for days now But every time I open my mouth I say something I know what I did was callous and cruel Unkind, worse – disrespectful, But I Let me apologise please, no, not
May be a tight smack was a requisite. I needed to perk up and get going It’s been too long that I weep for Reviling myself For everything For nothing For something Which I was not liable! Tears ran down
Infrangible God! And frangible I! O, would we are not Bound as one mindedly eyed Spacetime knot! Parallel minds cross voids as pens That cut as swords! In our déjà vu head portends Spacetime discords; Plural mind! I tire of
My adorable academic sanctuary, My big citadel of intellectual prowess, where ignorance is consigned to an ossuary for the once inherent and nagging backwardness. Any who treads your academic trajectory is numbered with the doyen of enlightened ones. Your young
His eyes could speak tell that he will become strong but inside will be weak They sang the gaiety of innocence Felt the happiness presence His first steps were dangling with those little feet As if he was heading with
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
After a sacred kill you thrived in scriptures. Many centuries have passed for us living without you. Thyme will preserve you body, your brain, syndrome, for our children. When the apocalypse starts, Arctica would keep the seeds, grains, alive and
I stand before you on the edge, A risen cliff above the ocean. Many times my life I’ve pledged, Followed the book and went through the motions. But you’ve forsaken me, my Lord. And I hear nothing but the wind.
I’ve got these friends called Sree and Pri They always make me Tulsi green tea A technical wizard that is Sree His yogi looks Deceive even me Always connected and never offline Sree always somehow Finds the time Meanwhile Pri
What we do today will be planted for life and soon cultivate Hopefully into something we love and pray we’ll not hate It could be for someone we know or soon gladly meet Always treading fertile ground on our swift
Shadows and the bravery of the past, echoes of the sounds you spoke of hopes and misery ever last… but smokes of your failure – you choke Behinds the sun, stars dream of evening darkness. Holy Death, leads us to
Walls slowly closing in So fixated on the seams of the tiles Till they faded Cold and wet Longing for warmth But the lights dimmed And the body left jaded The heat of the fast flowing blood Did not give
Seasons come, Seasons go, Past is forgotten, present is forgiven. Memories get aged, get ignored, Dreams are born, get matured And with every season new, A magic is unveiled. For the lengthier days, I wait for the winter to pass
Obsequious, and gorged on words, he straightens faded dust jackets: Barthes, de Beauvoir, Brautigan. Thin skeins of nicotine dissipate over ancient oak, whispers echo amongst carved shelves. Thoughts weave their tangled web through the melancholic mess of his marching mind.
Frogs use their backbones to leap I wonder if they sleep?! They never drink to survive Can absorb to stay alive Survival of frogs does need Global warming to stop indeed Prop it the frog to save Earth from the
I found this “Happiness” A bit, a while ago My mornings became brighter And nights more poetic Though my past days were happy There was something missing I dig deeper to know me But in vain it went for years
There, out there In the street corners On the sidewalks And hung, dangling Are dreams! Cute and adorable Hot, yet fishy Dazzling, but foxy There, too many In the exquisite malls Draped on elegant idols Bewitching every heart Enticing dreams!
After all the heartbreaks, and the suicidal thoughts within her mind. SHE WAS FINALLY HAPPY!! As she remembered the 128 times she got raped. The times evil boys said ”I LOVE YOU” — eventhough their word were fake. SHE WAS
Listen closely. Do you hear it? Do you hear the song of the caged bird? Listen harder. Listen to her yearning. Listen to her cries from being locked away for years on end. She wants to be set free. She
Allow me the autonomy Of innovative spirit Don’t undermine potential My purpose, don’t inhibit Don’t hinder my endeavors Nor interrupt progression Be mindful of my right To meaningful expression Don’t try to nail my wings Unjustly to the floor Don’t
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
Feeling wonderful, With all the things, Life has thrown my way… No more frowns, Faking all the smiles, Like those of a clown… Listening to the birds, As they sing their song, And fly far away… I’m living my life,
Time well spent Years together Learning Growing As our time comes to an end I look back on past years I remember our happiest moments Before we move on Four years Of time And memories To be brought with me
It was lack of contusion. The relief had not come. Hours were on after the nobility moved on faulted track. Methane was rising. It was white death: people were coming, people were going. Pure and muddy, the treachery was like
Sailing through the river, A long line of boats I passed, With gloomy sulky faces aboard; None to give a smile. Fishes jumped up in their faces, No one bothers; Birds flew in numbers, No one looks up. Where they
Going through life In a catatonic haze With grim determination avoiding every one’s gaze With a hard shell around you or is it an iron wall? Surrounded by people but no one to call Afraid! Afraid! Afraid! Expecting the worse