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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,
Didn’t realize when the heart swelled, a tear rolled down, then, another…. …and so on……….. What a charming guy with blue twinkling eyes! Santa spreading laughter and cheer; giving away endless memories and smiles! Immense pain wears the garb of
Introduction: John Nash has suffered most of his life with severe paranoid schizophrenia and has gone on to be a celebrated American mathematician whose works in game theory, and differential geometry are appreciated around the world. The movie A Beautiful
The book is a compendium or a collection of over eighty poems, which address our physical make-up, socio-cultural attitudes about life, African political landscape and its historical past poetically. The first section of the book begins with a simple reflection
Two little angels Feeling very bored Took their leave of heaven A journeyed to the world Climbed upon a rainbow Slid down with heart’s delight Stomped up the star- way staircase And down the yellow stripe Lingered on the indigo
I stand alone gulping the lazy sun Slouching in sky, avoiding everyone A chaotic day, finally descending Darkness sprouts an intoxicated ending A quiet little leaf falls from a tree You sigh at its fall, I am glad it’s free
Into the darkness, into the night, Filled with despair, no reason to survive, I lay down with everything to lose, No hope no life and reason to grow,. A winter wind passing by, Touching my skin and shiverinv by., The
Have I been born of a curse; Rehearse The station just burst, A hole through it first; So it is like to be at the mercy, of this jury decided on perjury. A trial without annihilating the evil inside me,
Life isn’t always full of turbulences, But also cheerfulness in multifarious ways. Only a spur of defining moment, And there you tread on for attainment Of internal bliss. Simply tread on God’s philosophy Of “Forget & Forgive” and the world
Why dont you refuse to be selfish and cruel, Over meat you drool Why have you become animals’ graveyard, These mute creatures are worthy to be safeguard Why are you keen on feeding your tyrannical appetite, Are you blind to
Valley was vast View was the best Sun was about to set For prey, birds search to get Breeze was pleasant Passers were complacent Boys bath at a pool Crows fight like a fool Sun became a lamp Returning home
Her presence was like being breathless; skydiving over a foreign land you’d only seen in photos but admired, longing to visit in the cool unfamiliar majesty of a new landscape. She looked at me, and before anyone else could move,
Yiruma The piano quietly drifts along, As another beauty quietly drifts from my life… The time is coming to an end, The song; I wish I had the words, To say… Goodbye… But the instrument has nothing written upon the
When I flew into a storm my words collided with thunder and stars fell on ashes of dead. I wanted to scream. Seeking a freeze on past.Future was stretching its arms. A calling.Erratic explosions? The ruins were becoming worthy of
Quintessential to feed brilliance is a walk inside one’s sphere. It is a mirror that lets you in on how one looks on the outside. but never how they are from inside. Ubiquitous are your eyes and thoughts as you
All hail to a noble Saviour of low birth who lies in a cradle surrounded by beasts. The chants of joy and gladness from all the earth mark his lowly birth with wonderful feasts. All hail to our Lord whose
Motionless within the ambit of moon, the rain squirms and flickers under the street light in the vacuous silence of a monolith. A cricket walks on a cloud and starts the lightning. The urn was blind, fills up with grief.
This is the road that leads to my father’s home It is old and dusty with bullock-carts creaking, Carrying the heavy weight of the freshly cut sugar-cane To the mills nearby for our sugar laden tables, Piled in our court-yards
shaped from the tiny fragmentation of the impulse in my mind blinded by the mere silence in its brigade of solemn tenderness alone I sit on a high hill visually seeing the passerbys visit then leave a quaint encounter to
Audacity to live with your demons, putting up a fake love belief, who was the time, of that dark night? Distinctly alive to what I was not just putting up the shades of death into nothingness of peace in war.
Hindsight of the past 3 years, Reveal the growth of a new face. The first instance of accidental “touch”- Perhaps Fate knocking on our doors. There onwards, The pages of my journal Were crusted with memoirs That stirred the soul.
Raining with unseen apples That the many Eves will feed The many other Adams with… Fertile rain for so many revivals Of wonderful heavens, Haunted, still, by the snake Of the same end… Shut up and listen As apples fall
She screamed at the edge “Fate cannot be changed”, she fell I reached my hand, like many times This time I catch thin air I screamed, shouted, begged She never came She was tired of the game That she was
You study so hard for a nursing career Sometimes knowledge doesn’t replace fear The job of a 12 hour shift Registered nurse, Some- times feels more akin a curse. Telling my loved ones goodbye And leaving home for the night
It seems like rain is thinking something. Everything will be washed away, But will open a new day. Every bit of sadness will flow away, So let’s go. We will find heaven somewhere, Let’s walk on the god’s way. At
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