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This one’s for dad, that one’s for that day, underneath that one is for my agonising life. What is this? I hate the life time that spins around me, slice the carrot, red as a strawberry. Let it shed, let
For the fusion of minds let the long vigil of night begin for a cultural shock. Prayer wheels were whirring furtively. The Buddha was going to weep. Imperial march of hundred thousand boots in fever wakens the darkness under the
Spring has come to embrace your cheeks Lovely breeze caresses your peaks Love itself comes and seeks Through out the days through out the weeks Permission to touch, submission to take The fragrance of your body to a lake For
Take two conditions. Place them facing each other. Join them at the tip. Make another similar pair. Place it adjacent To the previous pair. Join at the base. Then connect both the tips By placing another condition, On the top.
The value of wind is known, When it is hot and humid. The value of friendship is known, When the Friend is gone forever. The value of Money is known, When all squandered and none left. The value of parents
The flickering light calls from across the disused railway embankment like a lonely beacon sending signals into the misty grey dawn. Quietly questioning a world still wrapped in strong arms of slumber. I consider sending an answer, would that I
In the empty house of snow, though, interred a blade of grass when I was searching one midnight flame in frozen night, on parting lips of darkness. The art of delusion churns the sea for an untitled arsenic, of a
What does it look like? What does it sound like? How does it read? Is there beauty in mathematics? Are physics formulations beautiful? Is artistic beauty in all its forms discovered or created? Did Newton invent his mathematics or did
Teddy Bear’s Picnic From out of the mist high in the alpine, a massive mother black bear leading three magnificent cubs. Mother’s coat has a glistening golden hue, rippling as she ambles out across a variegated moss carpeted meadow.With three
A narrow path with cliffs on the sides, I am walking along it since a time — Unaccountable… the path veil’d by Mist ahead! I see no end, neither can I relive that time when I started… Dark cloaked strangers
Today, streets shamelessly bathe, after they were piled by east winds, which were imported from West, North and South, since that news bulletin to which nobody gives mind. At the hall there is a red coat, a pink boot filled
awake and lonely someone said Just look at me somewhere someone, is looking right at you, turned around wonder, who are you? he replied, its me moon awake Sad, alone for centuries, awe Sun leave, cerise. while afar. . .
Desperate hands search the walls For a crack somewhere, for a way out You slump in the corner in utter despair Your mind reels back to times fair Can still hear the music in your ears Though years have passed
That intense desire to avoid physical contact counteracted by the desire to kill – the boy who harassed everyone in the locker room scourge of rat-tail towel and barbs about holey underwear or a lack of hair down there the
Of splendid thrones of gold or treasures manifold Of jewelled caskets or lavish banquets Of Emirs and rajahs Of Sultan and Shahs Of kings and queens Of rulers and emperors Of sparkling crowns or flowing gowns Of their subservient stewards
Unveiled, the moon will find you after morose beginning of becoming – me Homophobia creeps in, beyond the condemnation, the incompleteness. You walk straight in the arms of contradiction, confusion smearing the wall with your crimson, nihilistic words. Every other
Every day I pass by your window, Half expectant of seeing you there, Lost in thoughts As you always were, I wish I would chance upon, Catch a glimpse, Of an unexpected tear, Rolling down to smear Your pretty face.
Don’t misunderstand my intention If I pretend bliss is blinking, even for a moment! Longer I stay in this confounding riddle I am closer to my happy self, Gather all the Intel on a space craft I am going on
Tan riding pants, old big strong leather boots, Wears the man who sits staring at ashes and coals, A look of confusion, of loss and of grief, Written on his face for generations to come. Barren ground, in a drought
Quarrel amongst kids is like a mist which dissolves in few moments Quarrel amongst siblings is like a passing cloud which threatens to rain but ultimately shine Quarrel amongst friends is like lightening which emits light and current but fizzles
On 11July, 1994 a legacy was born Holding lovely roses without any thorn Lighting many caves which were forever dark; With Cherian, Anandi and Varsha named spark. Though small and fragile earlier in nature She never let any student see
The rising waters envelop me, Frothing and bubbling around, Rushing towards the unknown, Seeking a final resting place. I try to move against the tide, But rivulets pull me resolutely, Like a mother dragging a child, Through the heart of
Well I feel your trauma I’m no stranger to the misery of a broken heart and the drama you try to avoid everyday…every night moving in the same circles you’ve been moving in for so long…blind in the dark I
i will not marry you, because of your color i will not marry you because of your nationality yes, i will not marry you for your faith i will not marry you for your social status for our political differences
Is there life after death? I’ve always wondered No one seems to understand or know People have told me what they think Stories from everywhere make me ask Is there life after death? Each religion believes different things But are
Rebirth of an anxiety, of an abstract thought, takes on the impossible of something left between false and true. Out of spite some body was betraying the life. A bodiless lie becomes an imposter beats the truth and walks away.
The flower that now captivates my heart, Become so fond of showing in my dreams, And oh, the sweet ruse that from there would start, Relates such dreamscapes of so lovely themes; Like fireworks that give memories their sheen, Excitement
Well and some scholars say we are The genetic offspring of Rock 84001 From Mars…Well I believe we were Born out of Gods’ very own heart and Mind still they say Mars was a dying Planet and the inhabitants there