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An isle so lonely, that no one seeks. Full of allure and comeliness, that no one sees. I search, I seek, my Shangri-La, in solitude purdah of wilderness, seeking for my ecstasy. It’s the detritus they see, winsomeness, is what
Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong, though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages and once again it’s you who can sing and live again presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and
Three little words mayn’t fully unveil The feelings that shelter in my bosom For years remained they an untold tale That shall now into reality blossom Melodious words in my mind chime That I chant merrily to you by heart
Nothing like you I had ever met… The crowning star after sunset… Like unsung silence of wood… Crushed through dove hood… Love is not happiness to survive… It is more than sweet realities of bee hive… Sting is poisonous only
In all schools, there is assembly conn Which directs the class or school yon Expectations of all – trustee – the swan: Choosing topics and teachers from Taiwan. Keeping updates is teacher’s duty since eon So is the assembly to
Monster lurking around each corner awaiting the moment of absent mind to strike a venomous thing this is knowing just how to bite dripping with venom it sits and waits with a smirk it glares over to confirm the pain
The night in Love.. The lady shatter her dream.. She sacrifices all her career.. For the sake of love.. She surrender.. In front of Beloved one.. Ooh you caught me.. Oooh make me fine.. Oooh you love me… The man
At the end of the thought was sadness. When temple lies broken a little white lotus comes up on the tranquil lake. A cute word enters the lone voice, stands down, collapses, retreats into silence. A chaste tree becomes a
One had destiny hurled on to him while he was still in womb, other had destiny splattered on him the moment he fell for her. One was charming, young and exultant when he died other was inert, old and withered
In the midst of conversation A question rose out of the blue, What would I do if such opportunity were to arise. In a conversation about long term goals without hesitation or notion Without any specifics given to her question
Sometimes, what you find in a study can only be expressed in the way that you walk it out. Occasionally, one can attempt to explain in words what his recent studies have revealed. Many things that we have already learned
He halted.. Snuffing the air, he turned tail and galloped off. Still, Without much delay, We gallantly dragged our efforts; shooting at the poor beast in hot pursuit I was unwilling in this sport. In my heart of hearts I
My grandmother is truly grand to the letter unique in every way, she made me better My grandmother brought me out of the cold delicate strong woman, she made me bold My grandmother is a masterpiece all year round in
Heaps and heaps of words Stuck in desperation, mute, blind I un-turn pages and unfold stories A deliberate, hysterical rewind A happy poem they ask for Color, dance and delight I dig out thoughts, restlessly Terrified letters turn white A
What is happiness if I don’t feel the plants feeding through my roots and the blooming smile on my lips being their blossom’s smile? What is happiness if I don’t feel the wings of my soul being the bird’s, flying
What human values have we today, Than just seeking a helluva lot of Happiness for the notifications When the virtual defeats reality Am I too in same cage? To forget my Man and Sons and Daughters And care about gadgets
Walking bare footed on the turf of past With an unusual nonchalance for the changing season, Spring’s music echoed and died away so fast, But no songs or laments did reach this garden. Sweet fragrance of ripe fruits went unnoticed
The black beads set amidst the gold beads A jewellery, to be adorned eternally. Reminding us the promises we had made To keep the hearts, happy and hale… Amidst the feast, glitter, and flowers On a hustling, happening and upbeat
Good What is good to a forbidden fruit? Get on your knees Repent tonight Cleanse your sins Say you’re right Forget what you did wrong Say you’re a saint An upright Christian, but that seems faint A harsh hypocrite That’s
Tonight I will not sleep I will call you in my eyes. My hands were trembling when I opened the book. Words you uttered long back tumbled out ashen-faced. I started burning inside. Where did we take a wrong turn?
Like a pause in pain I ring the bell of homecoming. I was ready to meet the hurricane. The alien neighbor of white fires. After the rains the slush will overwhelm the abducted silence. The celestial peace will be shattered.
I entered into this crazy world from your womb, You gave me birth, by giving your breath, You forgot all your pain by seeing my face, “Oh My Sweet Heart” -Nothing is great in-front of you in this world!! You
The visionary, Atlas, Shrugged his shoulders as he regarded The city of kings, Collapsed under its own weight. Remnants of an unachievable dream Haunt the few remaining halls, Corrupted and skewed creatures That feel no remorse, and The servant girls
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
When You need to focus On something, You have The camera! When You want To communicate With someone, You have The omnipresent Mobile phone! When You want to Cook a Quick something, You have The Microwave! When you Need some
A self-protecting game was going on. After the paternity test there was slow burning inside the moon. Earth heaved a big sigh. Blackwater was making a muddy sound. Embroidery was fading aftermoon. I open the window to uncover the chill.
Non-thinking was a tremendous effort, I scratched the years one by one. Between you and me was a river, it has gone now. Are you beyond the imagination? My eyelids bleed, and there is a painful punctuation. Give me fireflies,
There are some cracks in the pavement; there are some rules to ignore; there are some people you don’t understand and them you but you both know the score. There are fragments of amazement; there are policemen at the door;