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Each flower so bright and beautiful Moments so specially spent We walked hand in hand Through the tranquil serene land With the melody of nature Benet the Rainbow bridge After the Rainstorm Each flowers honey we suckled Giggles turn to
A short poem wondering on the aspects of fame. A rock-star husband leaves childhood sweetheart, his wife, during his heydays, only to find that destiny often misleads, when things have to go wrong. Those loving, beautiful eyes of yours.. Oh,
Are my words hilarious or do they make you feel delirious, but am so serious although sometimes I act mysterious, I feel you in my soul, tonight raise me like Lazarus, from the dead, and am not being superstitious, tonight
I still have it your favourite pink roll comb with the smooth bristles and colourful buds on edge entangled with your hair which I never removed. It’s here. Hope to meet you someday and find your hair messy that moment
Riveted: the ducks went into a howl. A shirtless moon was walking on the lake. Darts had started moving towards blue lips. Gale was not able to speak. Unthinkable: sky will explode now, in stars. Gambling with water, cheating the
Though I had an amazing and awesome father , and my husband was a most remarkable man, still, I felt alone. Alone is not a good place to be. Nevertheless, alone is the place I found myself. That is, until
Ghosts hang like pictures from the walls, traces of words echo these halls. Sometimes at night, I can hear the staircase creak, so I cover my head and, to myself, speak. I tell myself nothing is there, nothing is there,
A mythical apocalypse about life in Hell This is the crux of the matter, That the sinners will carry the cross of the master. Though it’s wonderful in hell, What has happened to Hell? is it a relaxable place? To
Moments of blur, moments of clarity, Moments of us, moments of rarity… It’s the illusion of reality we call life, when it really is just a metaphorical rife… I see us together, yet far apart. Maybe it’s the agony of
My every utterance is a lie, forged in silence, it is I who steals and plunders gold and silver. My pact is with the darkness. Wounds and blows, I have dealt, yet no remorse have I felt for sons mangled
Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.
Shadows danced along the sea. Inviting. To move with the currents. While the waves unfold Seducing. To sing with the screams of the ground Beating hearts rolling out. Like love. It felt like one. But the risks are quite painful.
Sometimes the glass in the dishwasher breaks. Sometimes the heart though unbroken aches. Sometimes the wound is not healed by time. Sometimes punishment does not fit the crime. Sometimes it’s darker even after the dawn. Sometimes the queen is beat
My morning starts With your energetic smile… My night ends With your sweet kisses… My evening passes With your soulful hugs… My afternoons are Like your burning desire… My life started With my parents… And it will going to End
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
It was there all the time the core fear, my inadequacy. Tonight I will let go of the fire and become a non-moving time. When you come home for the arousal, under the lids, you will find giant tears frozen
Standing at an inevitable crossroad, with a trail of confusing thoughts, heading on a journey of loneliness, storm clouds gathered around me. Perplexed at the turn of events, tired, helpless yet willing to fight, the hardest phase of life, I
On a neurotic Night I lay in bed Awaiting sleep That never Came….. I closed my eyes To establish An inertia Of dreams… An inner carousel Within me Revolves… Flashing A power point presentation of The precious Moments Spent in
Left in fuchsia, left awful, never happen, smiled and gazed, waited until twilight, never came, , left solo, left naught, left heartbroken, no place to be found. ran, barefoot and red, eyes blurry with pain. left me, escaped passed strangers,
Quintessential to feed brilliance is a walk inside one’s sphere. It is a mirror that lets you in on how one looks on the outside. but never how they are from inside. Ubiquitous are your eyes and thoughts as you
Freedom, you are the autumn leaf drifting to the call of the season. Freedom, you are the tune forming in a dreamers mind. Freedom, you are the paint on a wet canvas seeking it’s own path to redemption. Freedom you
Music and words are the places that I hide, the solace of their sanctuary with walls, behind which to hide. But now when I sing those melodious old songs, tears are all I can find where the words should belong.
He knows the place Its depths, its visions, its dark illusions And the face in the mirror Opaque with age The wispy beard now snowy white Clouds snag on the mountain peaks Fingers of rain stroke the earth Tracing their
Global revolution is in the air. Not militarily, but technologically. It will be no less disruptive to world order, in fact it will be many magnitudes more. Technology tsunamis will churn across the globe and back again,washing away the old
Murky was my soul, she came in like a sunshine, We walked on a clone aisle, our lives were divergent, ‘tween my acumen and wisdom, she was the skyline. Lost in her thoughts, omnipresent was her sight, Falling in love
The rain patters in monsoon night Its monotone no lullaby It’s not the moist air that chokes It’s not the bug that lurks In languor I long for you Darkness states your absence And the rain mourns it I seek
It seems like rain is thinking something. Everything will be washed away, But will open a new day. Every bit of sadness will flow away, So let’s go. We will find heaven somewhere, Let’s walk on the god’s way. At
One may have lower IQ but his convincing capacity can make the listener lose a bit of his own IQ One may have higher IQ but lack of his self confidence can result in utter failure to convince the listener
If you weren’t a lie I’d eat you whole, Maybe wisen up to the days you stole, But your consciousness is dripping south, So sit up straight and spit the fiction from your mouth, You’re so effortless to behold and
Fulfil your dreams rapidly, they may die. No one knows about tomorrow, You may not survive. Fulfil your dreams rapidly, Because when it’s gone You will not have anything, that you can bestow. Fulfil your dreams rapidly, they may get
So I struggle everyday. Caught in a fight between my heart and mind, Tranquility impossible to find. The war rages on my mind birthing its evil spawn. My heart building walls. The walls are high, the light dies, my heart
Chinatown, such a kaleidoscope of rich colors and ear-splitting sounds Amid shouts of ‘Cheap, cheap, murah, murah! ‘ abound A human wave of heat hits you As you push through the barrier of flesh And avoid colliding with all manners