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Aren’t we like above? I call this thread like a Stroke of Serendipity For our souls were sent Intertwined till a place Broke somewhere, lost Vanished to place Unbeknown to me, to us But my be we were bound To
Gazing at the keyboard Then gaping at the screen Heartbeats scribbling suggestions At blank paper of mind, naive Love, a word ringing around like temple bells This is what he spoke, didn’t he? Consciousness went dazed A dreamlike modified reality
I don’t belong to me, to you, to her, to him. Who are you, I ask myself again falling in love for a tender shoot, uncoiling under the debris of unfaithful corners? I was watching a small birdie hopping against
Love is neither optional, nor happens by choice. It just happens, you either accept or deny, Love can be at first sight or start at a goodbye plight, Feelings arise, touching the skies, A choice to act on them or
Love is easily excited. It plays your heart like an instrument, the beat hard and fast like a Spanish guitar. Love is colorful. It shows, everywhere. Between two, and inside one. But love is impatient. It doesn’t realize That it
…………………………………………… Kashi haunts me After months. It is not just the picture- The silent Ganga, Ancient town, Relaxed sadhus, A pious brahmin Walking the streets, Radiant calm on his face, Or cows, crowds and crossroads, Or the cremation ghats The
Crestfallen tears mixed with the salty brine of the expansive ocean. Time seemed to pause, as if for one brief fleeting second. He took a plunge into the icy deep. Happily submerging himself in the inviting energizing enrapturing emerald liquid.
Death was prowling from funeral to funeral. No shadow will be spared today. I am not ready yet for the final curtain. Bullets have left some clocks ticking in the pockets of time. I shall call the leader who is
We awake Wrapped arms around waist Feeling her fingertips against my flesh My heart against her back Smelling the follicles of her hair No words just moments of memories First conversation First smile First film Wishing we could hold on
I was not indifferent to graffiti but oracle was telling a different story of embellished arms race about the mathematics of terror. Less comprehensible I presume. But who was transparent and simple today. A wisp was rising among the hills.
This poem is dedicated to the twenty one Egyptian martyrs who were kidnapped by the (ISIS) in Libya and slaughtered in cold blood. Their mothers were waiting , their families were crying their souls were sighing they were worried about
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
My sweetheart son from grounding you to scolding you perhaps you are right if you feel that I was wrong but there may come a day when you perceive that how all my wrongs then made everything right for you
revive thee the son of tome where casteth thee thy rays where goest thee and thy solid shadows this morning this early seteth thou sun or where is the mama’s only son that one strong once bold young man adored
She offers far greater potential than the frame upon which she attaches She is flexible, agreeable, and delights to be covered, opened, or closed She provides a reality far and above her surrounding strong walls If you should decide to
You know, I just write as it flows Sometimes poetry Sometimes prose Who knows… What this life brings Who knows… When the nightingale sings Yesterday is history Tomorrow is a mystery Today is the truth Now is the reality I
Let silence of words, be the modes of talk. Let peace avenge, the soars of tough walks. Let justifications and clarifications be at bay. Just let understanding of love blossom your way. Let mind be clear of clutters and baggage
For long, we lived in our hearts ignoring the world. but now, the knocks have got louder and our hearts have grown heavier. you go your way, my love, I will find mine. for long, we lay under trees, holding
Little stone on the road, Why you’re always been ignored? Millions of people step you along, Is that the place you really belong? Little stone on the ground, What do you feel when someone kicks you around? I know you’re
‘Embarrassment’ said: Some are born to be embarrassed every moment of their life Life never shows itself nice to them ‘Miracle’ added: You are the sunshine to my darkness In a place filled with embarrassment You walked in and spilled
People use your business as a weapon, that’s why I’m a private person. I keep my thoughts in my head, so nobody can’t say that I said. I keep people at a distance, because too many people is an audience.
I watch, it shines, golden in its reflections. It rises, bathing all in its splendor. I see it all clearly now. Years of accumulated knowledge. A gift beyond understanding. Days flip over, one after another. Speeding up days seem to
My love, speak not to me of yesterday, Of withered rose and long gone ecstasies, Neither of dreams nor joys that naught did stay, But of today, where starts new fantasies; If love must hold against Time’s adverse flow, Whilst
How can i thank A most faithful friend Who by my side Has always been Who’s never judged Nor left my side Everyday together But left at night This friend whose name I never knew Who never spoke This friend
“Jazz up with every drop of rain bonding the earth. To quench your thirst they always take endless birth. Rising from the earth,feel the aroma tickle your nose. Conquer the speed at which lightning occurs. Be the spark which it
One whom I know for ages wanted me to explain what friendship is all about Frankly I too was seeking an answer to it but stood helpless in asking the same Though I am unaware what friendship means I am
Oh love, Oh love Please don’t forget my dying words The Words that seep Through the crevices of your smile Oh love, Oh love How you saw deep through my laugh And Dug deep through the messages I sent to
Hope burns bright…lighting the way through the darkness…it vanishes…dreams of tomorrow, torn away…walls crumble…and he who dwells amongst the shadows…strikes without warning…his poison fills me…corrupting my body, my mind, my soul…forced to suffer…a captive made…chained, forever cursed…my nightmare, a twisted
I accept my flaws I forgive myself I forgive my imperfections both real and percieved I gaze at me with love I appreciate my goodness So what if it is fragmented? I embrace myself and reiterate,’ I am worthy” Thus