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There are brightened screens on lazy afternoons, Queue up for a weekend getaway from our dull bedrooms, What’s your age, sex and location? Are you here for rendezvous or recreation? Thirty Sally whose a housewife, is looking for illusions, to
I wrote these words again; Feelings with you I have gained These were the words— Telling you’re my inspiration, And now it’s fell into affection. Only in my poetry Words where I found your beauty. Place to spent time loving
Here they come from their floating fortress Their eyes strange their cloths mysterious They move like kings Walk like a Storm Their fortress vanishes beneath clouds Here comes the Storm Their fortress flies high Their weapons flash in thunder Those
Something impossible would happen. Truth was too much to operate, life was easy with fakes. Neither mortal pain, nor needles would mend the wounds. The chasm was deepening. And I stitch the orange lights with the kisses of green tears.
The Koreans are trading artillery shots a few more young lives shredded all those safe old crows remaking nests eyes so dark you can’t see them when they shift focus you think they’re watching your hands until you feel a
Homecoming under the moon devoid of pain. When did the clock turned back? You are becoming a child. My journey opens in a dark wound. A promise to walk blindfolded, when only the footfalls are audible. The distance between the
Well and there is danger Around every corner you turn Trials and tribulations Like a Ferris wheel turns Many dark entities just waiting To devour you and drag You down to the great depths Of hell where it may take
Luscious, pretty, redolent is the rose For oft it is kissed by a butterfly Whether it be in a poem or prose Beautiful ideas does the writer imply Says the crimson one, ”I love you” Conveys the coral desire deep
It’s said search for happiness Is the main reason for unhappiness All our life we search for happiness, We wait for some big happiness to come our way In the run, in the rush to get some big happiness We
Like everyone else, A poet has dreams Dreams to flow within the letters of the words That lead him closer to his destiny He is partial To imagine What the neural network Across the brain cannot Even if he was
You the red soft roses, The queen of the bushes, Oh the wooing princess, How shall thy beauty be praised! Millions of unknown thoughts you say, But in a quite silent way, All the world, across tha bay! Behind the
It was too late for me to understand, I thought while I ran my daily errands, It should have clicked me sooner, But alas, what is done is done, It’s too late and cannot be undone. Everyone wished things were
I saw her sitting at a table for one, her hands were slender as she grabbed a sesame bun, which was stuffed with three inches of smoked turkey, onion, tomato, lettuce and swiss cheese, opening her red-lipsticked mouth with ease,
One deep breath of what yet lies, Dream’s of shattered butterflies. For like myself their wings are torn, Silently broken they fly in mourn. Blade’s of silver shining in the light, Scarlet blood on my wrists, feels right. Flowing beads.
You speak ill of my name Onto you, shall bring much shame Your actions should make you feel ashamed The finger points to you in blame Take my name off your tongue Don’t waste the energy from your lungs Instead
Her songs of love are just as what were known, None saw her eyes bespeak enthrallment felt Exuding from within as sparks have shown, That lent a warmth by which all cares can melt; As sensual marks her ways upon
Poetry is the heat, a part of my flame, it keeps me cool, envelopes in a frame. Am I sentimental, idle and worthless guy? Feeling keeps me human, passions let me fly. A force compels me to etch on papers
It’s cold there, And you left me, A blanket and your memories, Are the only things left with me. Yes, the warm black blanket, Soaked my tears all night, I should have realized it before, You were the endless dark
When the weight of her everyday became too much her knees buckled and she fell towards the floor. The pain became so intense it seared her from the inside out and she begged for relief. The pain swept down her
Young days start with a nostalgia for a lost freedom Anxiety was the prime suspect. As the age moves on, truth consumes the virtue. I hold this insult in the throes of conscience with tears. The dreams did not last
Just when I had lost all hopes, I saw a shining light, My empty life was bright, And I held the heavenly ropes. The darkness turned to bright blue skies, The numbness was cracked, My life was filled with butterflies,
I He caged a raven thereby saddening a sufi gentleman ,who thought none of the fraternity of man incompetent to do something so absurd . Actually ,when consulting the mirror of his mind and the one in his bedroom, he
Into the bowels of my being I go, searching for who I am. Far out into the Universe I search, as far as the eye can see. So many questions I have, but true answers a rare commodity. Frustrations mount,