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San Francisco Skyline Trembles and quakes with pinpricks of light, Throbbing multi-million galaxies of secret lives Ebbing and absorbing one another in the crisp California night Speeding towards the Mission in a rust bucket, Old Haggard hearse of jovial youth
Emotions run high They are like wild horses at times Feelings just hide themselves in my heart Like the new brides The wild horses can’t be controlled I don’t have the faintest idea why I lose the inklings of why
In this world of possession, Where, criticism creates frustration. Sufferings and pain have easy flow, Negativity and jealousy are in full glow. Where emptiness is all around, Pessimism can easily be found. Intolerance growing day by day, Depression is like
The sky is aglow with last rays On altitudes twilight lingers late And saffron clouds hang like lanterns In the vast dusky firmament So deep and gloomy are my thoughts But not in the net of melancholy caught I might
From dawn to dusk The great beggar used to move from door to door, He was tireless in his motion, People poured plenty of corns into his big bowl And offered their spontaneous love and affection, The journey never seemed
Punished for being irregular, Is when I met someone similar. Caught for late submission, Sat next to me, a wonderful person. The first guy in college, Whom I spoke to, with lot of courage. There felt a spontaneous connection, That
She had changed colours to please her eyes her soft sight covers the earth , her fond beauty dumbs the earth , commenting ‘silence ‘. She was green back in her old days , had changed, green to golden .
I don’t know where to start How to form the words Countless questions, a million thoughts My head is about to hurt Treading along like a smooth sailing boat Or so it seemed from a distance Like a serene view
alternate title: debut of Amelie Beth Harris – McGeehan First borne progeny to the late Harriet and current octogenarian widower Boyce Harris her birth delivered more than the sum total of a healthy baby girl, she gurgled with contentment as
first there’s feeling what is there can’t be rushed but sure can be ignored been doing that most of my life who would have thought that trying doesn’t help and stopping does so every once in a while I’m quiet
I walked beside her on the breezy beach, the waves came in a perfect rythm and steadily subsided below our feet. Her black curls fluttered in the serene winds, probing her to tuck them behind her modest ears. She held
Quiet stillness Like the whole world is waiting for something Holding its breath in anticipation As the sun breaks through The once sleepy sky The day waits to begin Until just the right moment When the universe is ready To
My own self, I need to honor. My own gift, I need to discover. I was born with, A special capacity, I need to find. What distinguishes my entity? To develop and practice, To have an access, To reach the
When your hot breath passes through warmth of my breath an amazing heat is born from the burning volcano of love that generates a new energy for two hearts to board a ship of love-dreams When my thirsty eyes peep
After a soot rain the grey fear moved centripetally, seeking centrum; thoughts, saffron colored, in the words went mute. You were still searching the head, of a nameless torso, in a heap of your failures. The river had run dry.
Do you think it’s the end? the wild waves foaming over the gardens of paradise the sinners still floating The rich getting richer the poor slobbering in poverty down the dark trails of doom homeless and starving Do you think
Grasshopper basking in the warmth of the sun Upon a rock. Slithering through a maze of alpine wildflowers looking for a likely sized creature to capture and feast upon saphonsifying her hunger. After secretly searching for near a mile Snake
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
Yoga has been the core of Bharat Right from waking up to sleeping From a bath to a regular buffet, From sex to spirituality From birth to death Yoga plays an indispensable role Yoga is the heartbeat of the nation
Great Maker beyond human knowledge. Our time is short. Our knowledge finite. Reality infinite. We struggle to understand. We create structure to make it so. We build and grow the best we can. It’s a struggle every day you know.
Beautifully romantic, Musically inclined, You are so poetic, Totally undefined. Your thoughts are so deep, Words you use are very unique, Your rhyming of words are like music to keep, A composition that gains a positive critique. The words you
His stony rampant presence swamps my gut with frozen fear, rearing embittered bones. Forsaken by my angel, away she flew when my favourite shadows died now I am alone with quarrelsome bladder and skittish quivering bowel. The wicked ogre proclaims
A bumblebee cheated on a tiny petal by sucking its sweet nectar Tiny petal felt hurt, and went into desperation One ominous morning tiny petal breathed its last, and journey ended Now deceptive bee could no more steal the honeydew
When darkness prevails, Even our own shadow betrays. World avails the opportunity, Criticizing you and questioning your capability. Unexpected people change their minds, On asking help, they behave as if blind. They don’t look into the real matter, Only spread
I am now estranged from everything I once was The very simple things that change because A lover loved someone and then was crossed I sat and cried for hours and something in me now was lost No more sunshine
Nestled high in the Rocky Mountain Range, a mystical valley is uniquely situated. Eloquently encased by snow draped peaks. A breading ground for Hoary Marmots. Continually feeding a high spirited pack of massive wolves, is found. These massive wolves are
Thoughts come racing through my mind. I am trying to grow, but I need to unwind. Encouraging myself to do what I must, But when it comes to facing it, I feel like dust. Dry in ideas, and blowing without
You just believe me I will bloom as winter sunshine Start taking forward your steps I’ll meet wherever you say I agree there are lots of difficulties standing today Even more the excuses But if you keep staying I will
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
Nothing captivates me Other than your intimidating eyes Like they are meant to hypnotize Sometimes mysterious, sometimes cheerful Sometimes hiding the pain behind the moist Yet perfectly beautiful are your angel eyes. Just as if this wasn’t suffice God blessed