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I’m scrunched in partially obscured view seating, hands at my temples, elbows pressed to the balcony rail. Look up, Sherman Alexie! I squint through borrowed glasses, willing your signature pen to drop, your writer’s eyes to find me. I’m cheap.
At a liquid time flowing between two visions, Before we imprisoned our breaths inside cages of a calendar, Before bird feathers fell down into inkwells, Before we covered our dead with an elegy and a confusion written on papyrus leaves
In life, love, imagination, and belief, In soul, heart, mind, and death, My whole, solemn, and spiritual relief Is the song worshipped by my every breath. The melody played by the passion of my heart Can be heard from miles
Here come the lights, what’s that I see? New blocks rising, no sympathizing, progress must be made, Here come the machines to take over from the spades, churning up the history, now to remain a mystery, that doesn’t matter, we
Shadows and the bravery of the past, echoes of the sounds you spoke of hopes and misery ever last… but smokes of your failure – you choke Behinds the sun, stars dream of evening darkness. Holy Death, leads us to
World and Time, you monkeyed Me into a decrepit and cold-moneyed Ape – How, transmigrated old babe, I grow distantly hard as a nail And thereby hangs the tail-end of my tale: Fate – Hangs me upon a use-by date;
Wish thoughts that float above, came in strips hale and hearty, to pluck from and party. If moon could cushion the burns of the night as good as the day’s and dump them in fuselages to spray, the trees would
I am here In the world of fantasies… No pain,no agonies. Oh, it’s beautiful!!! I bathe in the alluring sun’s rays. I do not remember all those betraying days. I have no tear in my eye For I have lifted
This night of the long vigil has betrayed my soul. Columns of smoke arise from the landscape of shrines. There is no need now, to sing the praise of oblique wars. Truth has made a big dent in my heart.
He had started his own manhunt for an autistic seal for a personal vision in deep waters. They had left him to die at bottom of pain. The silent screams against inhuman brutality started coming from underground. A photo montage
Am I alive? Is this a dream? Won’t I ever wake? Will I forever scream? The mind says, but my eyes don’t see, My soul wanders like a flowerless bee. Each step I take amongst the endless waste, Minefields of
The forefathers left me alone till and even yesterday. I am here, for they lived and died for millions of years , till and even yesterday. To think that they were only gents is a misunderstanding. It includes an Aunt,
Mmm.. The rich noir sugary waterfall gently flows Caressing the soft luscious bays of cherry red lips Imagine a calm, crystal-clear river, waves that smoothly glow The glistening moonbeam dancing on the oar’s tips Listen, as they gingerly part the
I discovered a way a way that can bind, all scattered thoughts that run in my mind. Now I recollect them pick as I like, categorize, prioritize and bring them alive. It all starts with the first line sitting in,
I will make amends with me today, stop fighting with myself. Unthinkable to live without pain, in war with suffering. Quietly cries the flame without sound. While night lingers on. Nothing was easy for a quick resignation of ephemeral tears.
Impatient with the world Engulfed in flames of fury RAGE IN CONTROL Nothing PLEASANT Screaming in my Head READY TO EXPLODE No more SMILES Bitterness with a cold heart DESPERATE TO LET GO Seeing things through RESTLESS eyes Feeling TRAPPED
Fifty years from now, I’d see a retired woman in the mirror of the world. Sitting beside the man of my dreams, I’d notice his face with wrinkles and effects of ageing, that must have penetrated into my skin as
Looking For My Beloved Down the narrow and winding road of life I went in search of my beloved My heart throbbing, my heart aching As the deer pants after the water brooks So my love for her increases with
Lush green tall, gorgeous stunning, Look, I have; Dressed in skinny sexy bark; Exquisite Leaves, embellish my grace; Blossoms strew, Ecstatic odour; Carry fruit for you; You rape chop my body, I still survive; But I weep, My heart bleeds
Oooh oh and you could be the reason for this gleam here in my eyes for the last few season stardust hasn’t stopped raining down by the river side I stare through a cold and frosted window pane upstairs, looking
I am quiet. I am the observer amisdst the chaos, I am beneath the shallow water, Below the deep oceans, Where solace and peace settle, Making the place their home. I am quiet. I do not need any justification to
Conflicted I tried, to comfort, reassure myself, I did not lose, gain knowledge. Yet the sorrow within says differently. This was not love, but dislike for me. Not that it was my reflection, actions of others, my heart tells a
I believed I was free, Then I learned of norms, Of perceptions about me. Traditions held me back, Where my spirits soared, Turning my soul so black. Love came with shackles, An inheritance of beliefs, Trapped in social tentacles. They
Alas! This distance call, To a friend with love. Though lost in time, This time I find, this friend of mine; here in my mind, the terrain of substitution the land of freedom. put in a place where love herds,
In a stare it can echo, Across the unwritten lines, The stir can make you, Find ways to forget time. In a stare it can shine, Sunlight too bright to see, Shielding your watery eyes, Ears blast still listening. The
The cough syrup and amphetamine Don’t seem to mix, in nineteen-ninety Six, and I throw up in the Communal showers, from Impurities. The sight Of the silver fish helped. Tony, in room eight, no longer Around. Dragged his corpse From
A string of colours attached together What a captivating and lovely sight To those eyes who see them as blissful oceans rivers and seas But not to those eyes who know the truth As the truth is not always the
Selfish night, why do you make me weep? Have you no understanding of my heart? I never wanted us to part Most greedy night, why do you take away my joy? All I ever wanted was forever, most silent night
My granny was a fierce woman, she was strong, Didn’t care to let you know if you were wrong, She was opinionated and she’d always let you know, Very quickly if you didn’t live right just where you’d go, She’d
I spent my soul on all the things That mattered to me the most, Like filling in the gaps between Shattered windshield of a moving car While letting my fingers bleed and hurt And pain soar from the inside, Dripping
The sunlight wakes me in the morning The atmosphere around us paints it blue The birds are singing in the morning The nature made them fly for you The mind is gentle without warning The days and nights that I’ve
No sooner had the crooning of birds Help me ease off the bed in regularity, Than made me sad, of having to wake upto it For a final time. The mornings spent in sleep, Were painful hours of indecision, As