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(1) A flower is a colorful scrabbling over a garden’s cheeks and a flying kiss into air. (2) A flower is a state of confusion, whenever a stigma erects up into a silky bed. (3) A flower is martyrdom on
Chains remain chains till the time they are token Of all love and affection by staying knitted well But when hatred overtakes they stand broken Then love no more aspires to dwell in hell In the darkness of quagmire of
Like city wall that blocks off invaders, so is the skin which covers the body from head top to the sole of the foot. A wall that protects the body against known and un-known enemies, a drain pipe that discharges
Beyond the gaze there is a time zone of rumored agitation when you cannot sleep. You open your eyes quietly to complain. The caretaker has prepared the shroud, . Smoke is rising on the hills. Nobody walks with you, it
Trapped inside complete incarceration A false image of self-representation I am an observer but I am part of the problem No one is real it’s all an illusion Altered personalities to avoid exclusion I try to be true but truth
The wait begins adorned with symbols for shadow to fall between hope and pretension. The moon will talk when the dew returns and clouds are hiding. He will come in a black cloak for a final assault with broken promises.
We have tasted the warmth of passion for the first time since the departure of the Fallen One. Its tender sweetness has almost been forgotten on our tongue. The Traveler has impacted us more than we thought possible. Such intensity
Sobbed I more than bubbling rain, more and more Laughed like shooting sun, on days and nights by your side! Crumbling lips and shutting eyes soothed the love pain, The pangs of arrows in my heart of thundering motions; I
Unsown peaks of fear under aggression. I ask you to make a choice between I and inventing yourself. I will not abandon the tree: the animal, renunciation. The belief and emptiness will find symbols of foreverness. Ephemeral colors; Leaves will
11 There is living after death, there is death before life, Ordinary living which is in scrambles of destituteness, Destituteness of idealism, of knowledge meaningful, of utter candidness. Dull realities of weeds, weeds of rampant ignorance, averment Of void words,
For the Heavens I strive, To make purpose from being alive, To ascend one bright day, To have visions enough to parlay. For becoming a better man, To give to those I sometimes can’t, To show how deeply I can
A wretched little hut still stands. Stained windows, a cranky door. There was laughter in it once, but nobody lives here anymore. Broken down by the waves of time, Still putting up a bold front. Violence, loneliness, pain, people moved
Overturned, years of stasis Paralysis by mental blockade A political metamorphosis. Afoot at the general election; Vengeance of the Manifesto. The interregnum, the entrenched vote Tranches appear, on Revised Register Deceased coded, in numbers resurrect. Beyond the grave, claim their
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
Preparing jaggery from palm juice the resistance is splashed on face for the vision of peace. A pre-emptive trapeze breaks the monotomy of transsexuals. Intimes of peril the ancient conflict becomes a broker to fire the night. A ball of
It is autumn grapes are bleeding. The orange color seeps into your eyes. Will you shut the green lids? You, start reading backward. Atavistic instinct to dig up the severed hands? Your house, died in the flower bed. Seeds were
a savage desire to severe off one’s neck, the song will get a name in troubled mind, to remove the stain on tongue of black spider, you will think again to commit your sleep for that beautiful death: guess what
How do I start this journey to your heart? From charts or auguries for direction? Should thousand ships from port with me depart, Yet East or West, where lies your affection? As steepest slope, ravines or swiftest stream, May stand
Dreaming about a BRIGHT you baby, To keep my heart warm. The days are getting colder, I’ve found both the chaos and the calm. Are we both still lingering in the avenues, Where we painted the world gold. No matter
sensations sense the limited bound by the apertures that read time my conditioned mind interprets the words that come through in streams, as lines of information a matrix of data, through the windows of the sensual eyes, my faded account
Heartless I was and life, a guarded prison , still you pierced your way through…. Never I saw past black and white , but you made me see the world in lavender hue…. You understood even the unsung thoughts ,
Like a jumbo jet bearing down with a terrible personal gravity an intention to harm as in one of those unreasonable nightmares that treats you like a relative visiting as it wills tree tops thrash spotlight painting the blacktop lurching
Last night I dreamed but not of Manderlay. It was instead of the Oak Ridge Cemetery, in Springfield where death evokes life. The moon bathed everything with its silvery beams making it easy to find my way through row upon
Who are forgivers? Forgiveness belongs to those with a big heart, people of a strong heart, and powerful in mind; ambassador of peace and jocund, those with heart of kindness and people with milk of benediction. Can you forgive? Yes!
Jesus in the devil’s dress- I call you needles and pines…creature of flesh, no flowers, brown eyes or dyed eyes, I rock you into your foundation tonight, no clouds hover in your heart, a binding of mint moss around, your
Afraid to move, to motion, to show anger or decline, too frightened to protest, to persist, to throw arms open wide, to look up, see the sky, fight for freedom. Look up. See the sky. Today’s the day to grab
Lists of listlessness Lay piled Along with linen Waiting to be washed, dried and ironed. And I just did. Found my list clean And crisp without creases Just plain white paper For my scribbled squiggly dreams painted in varied hues.
Have you seen the leeches of society? Have you seen them crawling like snakes? Sucking off the life of everyone Have you seen them with their lawyers? Working the law so the rich get richer Talking of freedom and rights
Love dances in the glitter of her smile, Reflections of the promise in her eyes, Unfolding slowly, wishful to beguile, To give away what silence oft denies; Yet, words despoil the essence of the act; Is not a sigh enough
Life is not all about being happy happiness turns stale without bitterness Too much of sweet or too much of spice makes it terrible to eat When one takes , in stride, both sweet and bitter in proportion one realises
There’s a mask that everyone wears To shield who they really are inside To hide ugly scars and bury fear So none will know of his inner strife There was a nervous man He had a violently palpitating heart It