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Down the memory lane, Walking on the green pathway, Running hand in hand, Along the blue line, Listening to the singing birds, Watching the waves, Tapping in harmony with the melody, Feeling the gentle touch of the breeze, Causing the
Standing on a sand island I was looking at the landscape of the aura of a lobbied avatar. The chill was spreading on the river unfazed. The sassafras had a logistics network to penetrate in the oysters, becoming grayish white
The wind’s whisper rejoices, The oceans roar with praise, The sun magnifies Your glory, And the earth below is filled with glad tidings. Before time even began, You would know me intimately, And yet, I cannot help but to still
OH ; THE PROTECTOR Oh my Lord ! the saviour of the world please listen to the plight of those you created and introspect whether you really are their protector You decorated their life with desires and destroyed them with
Brave is nothing without proof But believe me I do believe I am brave Perhaps you will see that Maybe now Maybe in the generation Or maybe not It starts with the nature of you I am braver Than yesterday
Weary soul needs to survive Broken heart must stay alive Where word is not sufficient Music is efficient Flows from the ear to the heart Strengthens soul set apart Uplift depressed spirit And make sadness exit Music acts like magic
How can we make peace As sexy as Denzel Washington Brandishing a gun or a bomb? How can we make peace as Sexy as Tom Cruise, Will Smith, Gweneth Paltrow or Angelina Jolie? How can we make peace sexy? So
People are celebration friendly Celebrate when life shortens too Dancing, swinging and singing Saying happy birthday to you. People are celebration friendly Celebrate at the end of each year Romping, waltzing and caroling Wishing you happy new year. People know
Dream on all ye decedents of Kunta Boldly go wherever you dared to go Be happy ,sing aloud Hakunamatata Dream of the precious gems of Congo Dream on Africa ,Dream Mr .Kenyatta . Dream on all ye daughters of Africa
Oh, silky silver moon, come down to earth, Keenly, since long I have been looking forth. We will have sweet talk by sitting closer, Forgetting all hesitation and fear. Like you, I remain wakeful in night as stars, Waiting for
My inability to get hurt Like dead flesh It doesn’t hurt like a fresh rose When stomped Dead flesh sees future Of being hung After cut for steaks.. It doesn’t complain or Can it complain after being dead? Feathers ceded
What do you believe? Why do you believe it? How did you learn it? Who taught you? What where their motives. Ideas not men rule the world. Some believe in religion, some do not. Some believe in life after death,
Though life exists but death is sure Is called Universal Fact Going against nature is followed by calamities is called Universal Act Nature deals tactfully with those not abiding by its rules is called Universal Tact Mankind, therefore,needs to Abide
There is a chilbil tree near our grandmother’s house, Full of weaver bird’s nest in monsoon season, God has created everything for a reason. The grassy strands are woven into cosy, Intricate nests for their spouse. The male baya painstakingly
You get on those farmland roads and go hammer down the essence of America freaking out the visitors and immigrants so much empty space with roads sticking into it like acupuncture on a cloud that need for speed thrilling the
Let’s have a look back at the blissful past And remember a gifted shadow that shone A guest that stopped by my lawn so vast A cute little fellow dark as Black Beauty Settling on the emerald-green, pure grass Demanded
As I stride with the side wind she lifts me, her shadow will catch me when I lose control. I am without doubt and incomplete reverse and form, I stand and watch a damp paper page squelched between two rocks,
A dead leaf on ground It fell off found itself weak All pass over yet no one cares But the wind which carries it Somewhere away may be Suitable to grow again To have the rebirth journey It struggles but
You told me lot of stories….. on the field, in the moonlit night. stars above and the moon alone listened to your words, far away, someone is singing a song, song of desire and despair song of departure……. a story
Eyes filled with tears of blood, Slow stream flows down my warm cheek, When I drag the blade across my wrist, A moment of bliss where my soul’s reborn, Lots of rushing blood burns my eyes, My fingers alone console
The danger lurks in corner. After double helix, Now cobalt pencil writes the history of mankind. Dirty bomb gives determinate meaning of peace. I turn back to be eaten alive. Like a blade of grass you bend for the cuckoo.
Infant sees the light after staying in dark for 9 months in mothers womb Light dawns on birth and will continue through out life Light ceases after the death and has no role to play on the dead In between
A lovely figure with fair face Rhythmically steps into the class. Melodiously flow the words From the parted red lips Are sweet to my ardent ears Flutters my heart Thrills my sensation Wins her heart There I am, her favourite
The chord struck again Without any desire, the tears did rain. Unable to find why, The angels did solace. But, the inner demons smirked hysterically, “Oh! what did you gain?”. If empathy is what you want , It is lame!
Routine Life has no string attached to it Everything is planned for the day It is presumed things move as programmed involvement in the daily chorus smacks the Human sensitivity each one is busy for fulfilling the days obligation Day
As I stare at the empty skies, I hear myself amidst the solitude of night. I close my eyes and think deep About my faith and identity at risk. I am caught in the whirlwind of emotions, Fear, anger, desire
Amongst these thriving shadows, Those shades cimmerian, My aspirations turn to ashes. Multitudes of darkness, Ascend. My hope dying in it’s wake, This darkness assumes itself. In this perpetual mourning, This anguish, This butcher of souls, Slays. Unassailable ordeals, Absolve.
Wane most delusions of own personal strife Pinched all trimmings with potential just rife Reverie broken barely day turned into a night Upon boarded journey time was now to alight Urge though nurtured yet life along moved Regrets now company