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So I’m a couple months clean. Is this all it really means? Suffocating with these urges. Seeing things I’ve never seen. People start to care. Some just like to stare. I used to be invisible. Thought it wasn’t fair. “Hey,
You’ve kept my heart’s dynamite aflame You know I can never be the same since your charming kiss did my heart tame. What words can describe your beauty’s fame? No smile can contend with yours’ my dame. It sends sorrow
When the storm strikes, when the cold bites, when thirst is unquenched, when survival is at stake. deep in the world of loneliness, far away from love & happiness The mind a wild nomad, wandering here, there & everywhere. No
To slip into the darkness and feel its cold embrace as the chill night caresses the colour from your pallid, tear-stained face. Inhale the icy air as you drift and feel it tenderly beseeching, its icy tendrils reaching deep into
Himalayas, Eiffel tower, water-falls At Nile, the seven geographical And constructive wonders, We had in our childhood texts, Not wonders, they are; just big things; Mountains, water-falls, Eiffel tower, And Great Wall, be erected, more lively; Let it interact with
Marinated Sole, fragrant grains of rice A glass of golden orange with shards of ice Fresh green salads tossed with the desire That the spark of attraction is set on fire The table set with lace and flowers Sparkling crystal
Dreadful nights are long over, Nature has turned a lot sober, After the devastating flood, That claimed a lot of blood.. With us helping each other, No one now has to bother, About catastrophes in future, As we will again
I wish you were still the stranger I admired Will I think again before I chain myself to another restless departure Fitting you in everyday is a sickness it breaks me As a night dark caught in look waiting out
In the tropical section of the Earth. There stays a period, Brimful of sufferings and pain. That tends to seek, Any and all drop of blood . Then the time has chosen a turn, And brought in a moderate silence,
Credulous and Innocent, Dewy eyed and Trusting, Free of evils and moral wrongs, A Facade came by abusing and accusing, Now I Know “The Wolf in Sheep’s clothing” Sensitive and Assailable, Tripping on words that read adore, Cruel intentions, Ulterior
Been a Christian, been Jew. A Mormon and a Muslim too. After walking each path, finding none quite right, my eyes opened wide to true simple light. To love and hear compassions sweet song, it was spiritualism whispering all along.
Family. That’s what we’ve grown to be. From once not knowing each other’s names, To all being able to take the blame. The past 3 years, We’ve grown to become who we are, From the people that surround us. Our
Days are crisp, nights chilled. A lake of fluid fire, under the clouds, prepares for a virgin assault. I do not thaw the frozen hurts, respect the disguise of the old lover. Hearing my own voice from a distance? I
I saw you walking down the road Into the mundane Could I hold you back a little into a diversion a moment of indulgence unpredictably startling smile on your face and a sweet memory that will make the mundane extraordinary..
I see a place with starless skies. I see a dark smooth world endlessly a float in the black, its star long since blinked out. Covered with small closely spaced geodesic domes. Geodesic domes all interconnected, all with conduits leading
When I discovered a lake in me, on surface some moonlight When I found some wildflower and sun rays permeated my being, When I got every answer and a saturated silence, deep inside a sweet thing called life smiled I
Velvety fur so soft and smooth, Brown wings of hope clinging to the truth; It’s hirsute body glowing in the plethora of the fire, The moth flies an inch closer; Wings of fire, it still flies, An evanescent memory of
The trembling hands were ostrasized for living more than the mafia. Why the marigold will not use the magical potent to understand the conceit? Wounded by street an unease settles on devestated trees. How the broken moon will rise now?
With sticks and stones, to pass our time, we roamed the countryside. Like our mouths, the earth was dry. The sun poured down on our joy ride. Summer holidays always bruised my ankles and my knees. Once it gave me
The canvas in front of me is painted shimmering green and bright orange It looks kinda joyful very different from the usual black and grey Maybe life has more colors than the greys in my brain Or maybe what is
A transient smile lights up a moonless landscape, catalyzing the woes of labour of hot arguments. A fragile peace prevails. When the plot thickens let me count the bodies in the domain of a wasted god. Meanwhile I will get
The baggage that each of us carry around We keep quiet making no sound With laden eyes and tethered souls Who likes a blanket full of holes What’s there to prove to this world anyway Just enjoy it all till
When Dr. King said, \”I have a dream that one day our children would be judged by the content of their character not the color of their skin.\” Was the \”our\” he referred to African Americans or all people? If
Everyday, the sun returns to embrace the ocean. In twilight, the birds return to their nests. Every night, the stars come back to decorate the sky, and in the moonlight, Jasmines bloom again. To return, you may think of another
I can feel it rain in my mind watering my thoughts with wisdom Freedom is what we desire I hate dreaming I rather drown in my thoughts Swimming pool full of thoughtless souls Food for sinful souls Riding horse backs Get
They swim like tadpoles. Thoughts! I was waiting at the far end of pond. Heartburn increases at dusk, fierce battle of blazing stripes on blankets. On the scarlet face a bridge was burning in wide open eyes. Somebody takes an
In the topic of magazines. I sat on the cover, close to the reflection of her eyes. Relaxed in the greeting of open arms. She paused, sitting upright. The gap between us now closer. Allowing the invitation of smiles. Our upright becoming
Time sets upon the arcane taboos you wear the unknown fear like cowries around your neck, a bulletproof jacket did not work, the fish in the brain was the religion. Whom do you trust now in the caveful of seekers?