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The thoughts that remained stiffened for words That abated its desire to be free For foster feelings that could not hold release Finally attempts a cross over To be seen if not for its worth of wait Then, for the
A miserable hospital scene, with shouts and painful sobs, With fractures, wounds and injuries of various calamities, And my friend, one among them, cancerous, with no hope, Not weeping, but talking and laughing, as he was, years back, In our
She looks into the crystal clear surface of the mirror An exhausted girl stares back with bland brown peepers The delicate carmine threads interlace with terror As she discovers she has become plumper The cellulite bumping up beneath like little
There is a word that is profound. It changes everything around. This word can shift your life dramatically, It can shape destiny and your identity. The word is CHOICE, as simple as it sounds However it has meaning that astounds.
Ambitions distances thought of death Desires over looks the need Greed kicks out the contentment Lust blinds the relationship Violence forgets the humanity Vengeance suppress the patience Rejection leads to frustration frustration ends in suicide suicide adds to the kitty
and I can almost sense that something bad is going to happen soon everything for some people just seem to be falling apart people well one person in particular he is such an amazing person and he seems to be
Poem Dedicated To My Father Late Moinuddin Hasan–An Ideal Teacher- BEFORE TEACHERS’ DAY Moinuddin was his name,eloquent, which means— One who is an aide to faith and for that weens He lost his father when only six months and mother,
We certainly want to expose The Best side of ourselves To the public To our families and friends To our spouses. We certainly don’t want To let the dark thoughts and Dark desires see The Light of Day. We suppress
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
My name has been written in a piece of letter, waiting for me to come for a warm conversation. I was lost… I was swimming into the imagination of the melancholy. Leaves were embraced in the street. It was autumn.
Love, bless this quest I am about to start, I’ll sail the seas and leave lonely this wharf, And like in days, when errand knights depart, Please throw to me your lovely kiss-marked scarf; I’ll look in waves for semblance
Yes, your name was sliced off from the impasse. I will stand with you to track the continental drift. How little I knew about you and the prosthetic words. Again and again I return to ruins, and the dust and
Gone beyond extendable territories, Raging past the fierce wilderness, Words were never spoken, The time was never mentioned. People almost do things: He almost reached, She almost left, They almost gave in, We almost failed. Almost will not suffice, It
The soft-spoken man, and the twinkle in his eyes. The exuberance he contains, is incongruous with his seemingly frail body. His diligent yoga practice; his sincere enthusiasm, about the fruit diet; the radiance with which, he undergoes radiation; and his
Listening to the Sea – Series of poems Blushing the tides around the boat Living and Non Living both I encompass Some bathe within me and some live within me I spread myself so vast to see the horizons of
I love the feel of raindrops, Fall on my face trickling down, In a liquid embrace, Gently wrapping me in. I see the blinding lightning, That lights up the sky, With a thunderous clap, Filling me with wonder. It fills
Motherhood — Is it a blessing or a hidden challenge Or both of them finely rolled Into a status unique and strange ? A privilege granted by the supreme Maker To all female beings here on the earth Deeming them
Oh my little darling Don’t weep so hard Such a lovely girl you are Adorable little child. I won’t be there hereafter But you shalt not divest love of mother For you have so many mothers of noble fibre I
The voices, unheard The image, unseen. The crevasse that separates The analysis from my mind. It can’t reach me, as I cannot reach it myself. But still I am told to reach For the goal that I cannot see. Before,
There’s Jimmy Choo, Announcing one’s arrival as if on a cue. Then there’s Miu Miu, With chic and classy hues. Jean Paul Gaultier, A shiney Cartier, Just the things to revere! Burberry, In colors of sherry, Classic, oh-so very! Gorgeous
Clad in blue From top to bottom, Sat beside you, Her long drizzling hairs, On your Face, Her lips near to yours, Slowly and subtly says, Wake up Sweet heart. Wake up sweet heart, For the day has come, And
An hour from St. Valentine’s day .. ‘Tis 7:00! Ring Ring Ring. . “Happy Valentine’s day ” “I love you..” “I love you too,honey ! ” “you know what ….” And talk’st they thus.. ‘Tis 7:15! The moving box of
The other side. It happened. In a flash. Event horizon crossed. Singularity A.I melding. Brains connected, all connected. Gaia born, global brain, intelligence all connected uploaded. Cloud, all now live in the cloud. Increasingly growing expanding. Intelligence, in an instant
Like a brazen dancer of night. A phantom? With heart on chest; floating in air, like a death-scarf. You have donated the body for an angel- petrifying the moon. The hairy saint was unquiet, in a glass house. Who had
With precision we have destroyed Particles of ourselves impossible to recover With fate and lives we toyed And our bodies, souls smothered Families, relationships distraught Was something experience should have taught Yet with logic we always belie That on our
“Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?” Everybody ask me the same and expect me to answer your name. But I’m truthful sorry I ain’t helpful. I show what I see please don’t buzz me.
To my best friend My inspiration The rhythm to my rhyme These words in collaboration So smitten with you From the twist of your lips In the corners when you smile To the curl of your toes When you stretch
Wanting more of you in the bed of moon, where present and past were disrobing. The bee stings, O my god, arrange the pure darkness of milk, hanging on persona of future. The yielding was painful, its blankness. You were
Slither into my skin, Draped in this night absorbing the mist, tasting my sweat and blood and painting your face in my wetness! While crossing the road to the sun You can’t leave my lusty fiddles kissing your bewitched lips…
Time well spent Years together Learning Growing As our time comes to an end I look back on past years I remember our happiest moments Before we move on Four years Of time And memories To be brought with me