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Let Freedom Ring from Extremity to Extremity. Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! The only word in the dictionary of liberty, water that nourishes the tree of liberty, Chlorophyll in every green plant, the photosynthesis of life. Freedom millions had sought and died
whenever I feel alone in the journey of my life, only one company isthere with me….. Whenever I am hopeless in this life, only one hope is with me… Whenever i am wrong for everyone in this life, only one
We played the game, threw the dice at times we got lucky with the game. although caught in a web of lies… though a picture locked in a frame. Life gave pain, left us with misery, and empty people fought
It was night’s fury whipping up hysteria on specks of flames, dancing in pain. On a heap of ashes and bones where a child of death will be born. Before fading, moon will kiss the golden thighs of sun and
Homeless vets fill our streets dealing with addictions they cannot beat Stand on street corners begging for food Often standing with broken down shoes It makes me sad to see what happened to them Returned home to anger and hate
her innocence tumbled out behind her crumbs on the forest floor the spent her twenties sharpening the eyeliner pencil of her soul scent of sandalwood shade of kohl the thighs of her jeans were torn out by effort, not fashion
Last week I went to see the big game. And everyone was there. The N’gina family from 2 doors down, The Cheng family from across the street, The guys I see going to the mosque sometimes, The ladies who always
Oh Lord Jesus, lover of my soul, He that shineth upon my poor heart. Cleanse me of every ungodly role that pierces thee like a fiery dart. Deliver my soul I beseech thee, from the deceiver’s ravenous jaws. Cause me
I walk down the bridge Whispering to my restless mind About your last night’s talk And those unfeeling hands of innocence The night eglantine smiles In its usual way At my timid inexpressive desire And the love filled eyes of
His uniform starched and ironed parade style proudly, he stepped down from the squad van Nothing depicts him from the regular combatant except the fiber helmet, considering the hazard of his job; this looks pretty light, one would say He
I look with awe at worn out gnarled hands of a labourer how well have they have served their master mesmerised am I by a doctor’s hands gone rough with formaldehyde how many lives saved they have go green do
MEN OF LETTERS is a secret underground society, some say they’ve been around since the 1930’s, some say they go all the way back to the Knight Templars, all I know is that they still exist today but don’t ask
The flowing water from up-streams Carried my hopes towards the sea On currents, swift, bundled my dreams To float like branch that has broke free As trickles that started from brooks Like small things from which greats begin, They gathered
Laughter changes the concept of life laughter wipes out fear Laughter erases problems Laughter sweeps away turmoils laughter covers poverty laughter is the costliest gift man can ever have Laughter make even enemy turn friend laughter enhance the human value
Tribute – on his Birth I stepped into the evening Of my life and lost interest in living And thought of leaving This wild world. I was waiting To see my grand son arriving Into this wicked world smiling Before
The man that created me is old and defeated His paralyzed and tired body fights not to get discouraged Yet, with his inability to do any activity constantly is reminded That life is not so kind when you are disabled
The Heavens look awesome from where I stand, Staggering my thoughts, such expanse to fly, Is such splendor seen from your side of land Despite clouds that the viewing of which deny; I raised my outstretched hand to feel the
In a loveless patch the seed was sown A barren field of thorn Then tears rained down from Heaven’s face Where heavy hearts have scorn If harvest time is near for us Why are we afraid? Fruits of joy were
Since when, Haven’t you smiled, I wish I had known. Since when, Have you been drinking away, Swallowing your fears, Treasuring your tears.. I wish I had known. I stand in front of you, And I cannot stop the endless
Her eyes widened, Not once did I stop to notice that this was the first time These words came from my mouth. Through action yes but never once did I stop to pay attention that I’ve never said it before.
Are you a dream or a reality? Kissing me gently, touching me softly. Us not meeting is no less than a tragedy. Why could I not see what was always before me? The endearing smile, Stay longer…just a little while.
Service was slow everyone else seemed to be getting their food everyone else was white three slim girls dressed for public school, jeans and tennis shoes hair braided, teeth perfect asking the waiter could they have their water refilled and
When a full moon was taking a bath by the serene lake, you moved about in abandoned identity, your sides flaring up. A slate gray nubion cloud was tossed around by a tall tree. Hotstepping you despaired to prevent a
Stranded between the faces of a coin, Despair and lost around landslide jolt of the Highway, At the place where I shouldn’t be, With a hustle I grabbed a taxi from Siliguri, I was coming back home from an intense
Cutting across the food wars against adamant century do you think we will become extinct in this uncool climate? The dying windows do not throw any light. I fear in dark alone. The earthworms are nibbling at history of mankind.
I stepped outside my door and without warning Jack bit my cheek, nose and mouth, so when I chewed upon my tongue lest I swore uncouth words, my teeth bit right through its core. Blue blood flowed and then, and
The surface rippled, Three pairs of feet plopped in And the tadpoles scurried To hide in caverns. Sighs of relief Brushed over the tiny rock pool As cool water Soothed sore feet. The tadpoles gambolled again, Silence drawing them out;
Your scintillating albedo, enters my soul, Pouring your smell, splendid in dole, Love’s act of mime, in shadowy cloud, My soul speaks lie, seeking you aloud, Dreary your play, tests my patience, Your shadow forwards, your eclipsing cadence, Veiling the
There are moments, of sudden pain… Of anguish, and love, that went in vain..! But these moments, Don’t last too long… I’ve made myself learn, To undo my wrong..!! Those moments, Flood me over again… In fragments and continuity, Binding
Crafted in a fine web like Gossamer design… DREAMWORK on a star stream In a timeless circle, circling the Great nebula divine, third eye Projection, rowing in stardust And in the river of Eridanus… Well the dream has just begun