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Woman thou art precious Do not disdain it as something trivial Defer not its presence Let not the fear of chemo deter you from disclosure Let not the doctor’s scalpel panic you Woman thou art precious Hear not to frightening
Forged while in utero (the crucible concocting conception), the fluke of biology begat me – a happy go lucky boy, whose vulnerable uber travails susceptibly sprung sly as Tennessee Williams hip cat on a hot tin roof, where the faux
A double minded man is unstable in all his ways, His trials and tribulations shall rule his nights and days. Like the sea driven by the winds and tossed, His very own soul will be his final cost. He wants
The habit of my soul to just walk away, leaving all relations one by one. Taking all the misfortunes, and the blames thereof, and the seduction of the silence of the mourning afterwards. Yes I know it has got that
We have heard it all, So and so is a multimillionaire, He began by rearing chicken, Don’t you wonder? How did they reach at the top? Just because of chicken? No! The answer is simple, They didn’t have excuses not
Corsican born, and an Emperor mighty indeed. Who from obscurity came up to prominence, who from French shores the attacks of armies repelled, who had at his disposal, Europe’s resources, who to Saint Helena from French shores was expelled, of
It was that wicked drug, Not some contagious bug, That caused a goodbye without a hug. We certainly cried when you died, And our tears eventually just dried, Because your potential to shine was denied. Even though you are dead,
I haven’t been able to sleep. What you said, perhaps just offhandedly, perhaps not really caring at all, has me wide awake lost in those silly impossible dreams and longings that overtake my being so often. You cannot know how
The flesh, bones and dna yet shall be dust and vanish Like the tears in the rain. The young or mature, Your joy, your sorrow The death will not wait Succumbing to anaerobes That will feast on thee Yet you
What use books, knowledge, ways to see the world, To learn to deal with life, the laws and men? What use to know protection and defense, And poetry, why flags are rolled and then unfurled? for what is it to
A starfish was in my glass. You blame the moon of brutality while moondust had misled the ocean. Darkhole was ejecting the stars. An animal instinct sparts the bullet like supernova. Black dwarf crop up around the light house for
Take special care with you as you travel through the DARK GLEN tonight, ride your dark stallion fast and don’t stop for nothing for there is evil there that would love to possess your life and they are all around,
We see good and evil in our world. To make sense of it great myths of the light and the dark have been born. Great stories down through the eons have flowed, great battles fought, forever being told. Gods in
To delegate death, a mirror condenses the human sorrow with an unclouded penury. The suffering competes with debt and pain, to find the difference between just and unjust. Prayer was not the full answer to cross the beyond of starvation.
Life is all about trust, And using the right path to fulfill your lust. Life is all about giving your best, And training yourself so that you don’t rust. Life is all about setting your own principles and rules, And
Oh deep, dark depression, my uninvited guest, the persistence of oppression is precluding my life’s zest. The dark before sunrise of a dawn that just won’t break, suppressed by a thirst for my soul that only sorrow can now slake.
On this so cold night Laying alone I ponder How warm the bed would have felt With you having in here. Your legs wrapped around mine Spooning, curves settled so perfect That’s why it’s said “made magically for each other”.
The waves crash at your threshold. You had given me lot of tears: I was dying in me- in veiled existence. I want to hear me loudly; my secret coming, across the book in black box. The androgynous deity limping
Mind acts funny It is in Ecstasy on positive thoughts It is in Agony on negative thoughts It is in static without any thoughts Every moment mind is in action Life’s Ups and downs have direct effect on Mind Too
Why in every relation Coming our way Beginning with its amazing intensity The warmth the coziness Like morning suns ray And just when you feel Comfortable settling It starts to wither away Falling like leaves of autumn day What is
Fallen men the perpetrators of unspeakable crimes are doomed to suffer in silence behind the bars of infinity even as fate creates a mirage of redemption they are fooled to believe that they can embody a mortal lead a full
The world slows down. That’s a good thing. Priorities change, also good. The rat race fades into memory. It’s now time to appreciate things. Let the next generation battle to climb the ladder, keep their heads above water. Time for
You love me and I love you too, I wish I could show you The Snow View. Where pinnacles of mountains, Are covered with the snow. Beautiful valleys full of scented flowers, Are so magnificent,etched in my mind’s bower. Yesterday
When the roses were dead,night was stormy. Sky was dusky, weather was smoky. Eyes were wet, It was you who light up my world even in the dark. Those broken leaves, barely alive In the old graveyard, ask you to
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
Charmed by a witch in the days of the Knight Templars Reflections in the dark, Reflections of the heart and as the moon goes across the mountains here I remember firelight and snowfall and an ivy covered castle wall where
Being a mother… That path that is sometimes taken, that path that sometimes reaches you, and that you, even as a companion, always walks. That road full of efforts of pains and struggles but pregnant with joys, with teachings. That