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Anytime the nights are long and scary The spider in the corner with legs so hairy The nightmare left you cold and scared You know I’ll be there Anytime the dawn brings fear and worry The hours ticking by as
I think about the soft velvety eyes, Wet in wait- Of a resolve of distance. Yonder do they stare at- Looking for the clouds the eyes love. Blue sky gazes down at him too, Benign and protective of his space.
The Golden Mother In her tommy, I had lain for three hundred days, a single, but multi-purpose room; there I slept and played there I ate and bathed. A blanket that warmed me in winter the linen that refreshed me
From nose tip to tail end, is the eleven-foot-cat, the Tiger-the largest among big cats in the wild. A cat of extra-ordinary beauty- whose second double name is: power and strength; Tiger-identify by dark-vertical stripes- usually individualized pattern on a-white-brown-tawny
I fall back into time and remember how loving and caring both of you were… What great time we had together…. Be it our Verbal Duel in English, Or, rickshaw journey to School together. After school snacking of Kachori and
No love on this earth, can define in words our Love and Respect for you, it’s the Unconditional Love that you keep bestowing on us, that keeps us alive and kicking! You are the epitome of discipline and strictness, and,
One haunting night, I traversed alone in a dark and lonely forest. The stars above did their best to guide me, But the canopy of branches blocked their light. The sorrow-filled cries of wolves filled the silence, And my heart
( Dolly was a Lhasa Apso who lived amongst us for close to 15 years. She passed away in 2002) Here lies Dolly. Alias Dollykins, alias Rani, alias Master Yoda, Alias Shaithan, alias Devil dog, alias Gremlin dog A unique
It was an elated evening Full of excitement and emotions filled, when my flight was landing Welcoming climate was pleasant but grew chilled It was my very first visit to Srinagar Which is acclaimed as a paradise on Earth When
The evening twilight covers us, The scent of Lilacs wisp the air. A sensuous musky aroma Draws me to a beautiful woman. Her taut golden body calls, Flowing silken hair, like sun rays. I can not disturb her As I
Soil and soul be united Human kind alive after the huge creatures Gifted heart and mind, to run the globe Sense be the trigger, curiosity be the ammo. The unknown become the well-known Seed become foods, speech become theories Scratch
Where thou are My creator and my god from the moment you knew I am never a second you unthought me my tantrums; you smiled my attitudes; you redirected you knew me better than me your love boundless selfless yet….
I went for a walk at Monson Village today. A place in the woods where people lived in the 1700’s. Rock foundations were all that was left in each spot. Small signs marked the holes in the ground and describes
Deep in the abyss Where the land stops short And water relieves the hardened remains Of a path into an impressionable canvas It rewards it for being stony All this while For being someone else For not sinking under footprints
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.
I do like to listening to voters and then breathing legislator’s air listening to the staff array and consultants demonstrate due diligence for you carry the deptt. we have incurred at the man’s behest… lifting up our degradedness with pretend
Each city is a hyperbole there is no homogeneity, it is not the sum of its parts or a royal being surround by courtiers, rather a convention, a name and usually not the name it began with a viral negotiation
It’s happening again, Such unbearable pain, And if my soul is crying As my heart is breaking, then that’s fine… I’ve let so many people down, Lost so many beautiful opportunities I feel so failed and forlorn, But is that
Sitting by reminiscing how was once in past Cheery since lost epochs deemed forever to last Life was full of promises future not cared about None any compulsions not be done without Endearments unfaltering of birds, bees and rest Each
Spaceship ! You know that spaceship is related with Alien, Moon, Planet, Star, Stun Gun… You may be right or wrong I don’t want to know it ! Sometime my soul creates a spaceship I enter into it from my
It’s close to midnight, My thoughts are taking flight, Averse to my sleepy plight, Restful sleep would be a delight. My brain decides to spark, to ignite, Thoughts cluster like a series of kites, Now I imagine pigeons in tights,
The world’s a big place, big place with large number of lives resting, amongst them lives the mixture of feelings, for time is money and not an element to live, air is just a source to exist not to breathe
Well jealousy is a sorry state of affairs they say if you love someone you’ll trust them completely or it’ll destroy the very foundation of any relationship and I know oh boy do I know I mean just look at
Arbor snow of russet, gold falls from the trees, denuded, cold A fairy wind whispers very low ‘The North Wind comes! He soon will blow! ‘ They shiver in silence, feeling raw No sunshine warmth for them to draw Branches
The river only ran in the rain but being in Seattle that was often this was back before being wet was a hardship, there being no style we had old coats and arthritic umbrellas not even boots just wet feet,
Misplaced A strange misconception was her affection without any roots like a useless action It stung her like a wasp and brought her tears It bit her like a dog and gave her fears It hit her like a storm
Living on margin he was deceived again. A grasshopper was perched on door shedding green pigment. Granary was empty and he was, worried about the health of nation. Glare and splendor always hurt his eyes. In the name of prosperity,
Drowning her children back in her womb, a big tear rolls down the cheek of earth. She was sitting on broken bones to watch the terror, ear for ear to listen, eye for eye to see. Hope was becoming ephemeral.