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Fragrances of honeysuckle in the air and everywhere from a mountain top somewhere well he reigns as king having the fire inside… bold and courageous he is like thunder and lightning from the sky Supreme commander of the Cosmos and
All braced to face the day, The diurnal engine ignited, Gently revving up, Barging into the quietude Of the colony, With a daily prayer escaping His mumbling lips, As he steered mildly Into the road, To see a car pulled
Violence !Bloodshed ! Massacre ! Hatred and callousness having its nasty play across the globe, inflicting myriad miseries on innocent people here and there, every now and then . And all these insane acts in the name of God !
He did not fathom my words; Or that ensnaring wasn’t meant for birds. I was at my wits end; But his stiff-necked tenacity refused to bend. What’s sauce for the goose wasn’t sauce for the gander; I lacked the candour
Yet be another dawn as pristine and pure With captivating awe and everlasting allure Sun rise once again same as since before Exuding perfect glory to behold and adore Stray clouds wafting free spirited unbound Casting soft shadows on perfect
Look at the sky It’s rather black in October— a ruse that it’s about to rain when it’s only threatening not intending to do any harm or good whatsoever. Look at the sky keep watching tarry a little, until your
Wisdom and Ignorance The ignorant always attack the weak in packs like vultures While wise men offer a way out of your worst troubles Some ignorant men even come as wolf in sheep’s clothing But are no match for a
You said I was important, I believed you, You said I deserved better, I believed you, You said I meant everything to you, I believed you. Then I moved away, It was time to put those words into actions. Days
Our men are slowly drowning in their tears. Labelled weak cos they express their fears. Father said I wasn’t man enough and told me to act tough cos I cried when I touched her cold body Regardless of the situation
Measuring mantra to the drops falling from tap a visitor to the abode of Khwaja suffers pushes from the crowd and yet remains thirsty: the Khadim promises prayers Gharib Nawaz feeds the soul he returns to the Sun City through
Reeling in faith, dread of truth overpowers I loved the reason. My legs were shaky when I was treading on the barbs getting ready for a leap in the unknown. Somebody said myth was a whore. It turns men into
If I could write you a love song, I’d do it. Sitting in this cool, silent cabin, Watching through a window framed by Pines, the afternoon as it ages and dies, I’d spin a melody in notes tender and True
After the rain wets the ground, a damp, naked silence, floats in air on the wrong side of the moon. A strange mist, like a post coital whiff envelops you savagely. The testa breaks. A forest heaves beneath your nails.
View of the mountains,sipping coffee early in the morning, This morning I am glad to have your company. Lately people look at me in daze and ask me to stop hallucinating, But I don’t remember being without you,not even inn
Graze it, raze it or erase it, Memory eternally frays it, Past floods me full again, Of matters of loss and pain Webs of certain and uncertain, Entangle to ascertain, Darkness crowds me alone, In a moment I must have
Effectively in givenness; stranger in one’s own house you search the detritus for a lost face. Stay closer to me, O walls I am catching fire. Draw the blood from my veins and taste me. The otherworldly glow of the
The sky was sunny, the temperature was mild, and the wind was calm and mild Tornadoes are known to rarely occur here, but the winds can get rather gusty. There is no hurricane season here, but the summers can often
Drops of rains falling over her silky body appeared like she being decked in chain of pearls while I experienced fire spreading all over my body not withstanding drenching in the falling drops of rain Her exuberance of drenching in
’tis a playing field for many kinds out in the arena, to discern the companionship of the puissant sun ’tis a hot, new summer day , blithe and sound maketh thou run, run, run… syrupy voice of nightingale, fills candied
they always engross to bury you and you are digging that your true face rise up with no any word of complain until something miraculous happen with you so you kept mum and like Sisyphus you may grow up or
To go beyond global suffering, find death in blue glacier of frozen physical. Greed of elements, and attached commentary on the burning, anonymously, when you were in dock. The unfolding of the negation starts softly down the blissful oblivion. False
Before the spill there was soaring. And then anti-g. I readied myself for the ultimate fall. This was the poetry of submission sharing the pain of disillusionment. Who was pretending of liberation in a see-through heart? This was the time