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thieved by dust of years, still living dead between those tacit yellow words engraved in marble– yet, yen for you tastes opiate honeyed in flowery strings of elegy myrrh scent hanging from a lifeless tree. Come back for me love,
When Time is Rosy Relationships rise to Glory When Time is thorny Relationships dips to Agony When Time is Normal Relationship remain informal When Time is cruel Relationships acts dual When Time is Elapsing Relationship gets into act of Disappearing
I’m running, and running far away, From all the things I committed from yesterday, I ask myself was it because of me? But how? I never loved someone with a love so deep, So, I sit here alone and depressed,
Confused , lost , bloodshot eyes , A wanderer insomniac driven premise , Supreme anxiety , thumping palpitations, Pointless life dictated inhibitions , I Came at your doorstep, A depressed human being , A lifeless soul, Devoid of objectives ,
We watched them leaving- Leaving for the western plateau. We have our kin over there. They have promised them free passage. Will the others do the same? Some of them vowed to come back. Some of them cursed us back.
”I sojourn in your vibrant world, Mr. Ahmed Of dulcet melodies and wafting aromas The paintings adorning your house forlorn Are as soothing as the breezes of the morn I met your mates, your benevolent friends Savoured their enchanted, beguiling
Dear children, Before we said our first hello, the time had already passed. Before we could hold you both in our arms, You had gone to heaven to rest. We felt angelic tears run down our cheeks, the angels watched
Like tussoh, I collect snow after the blizzard, churning the quartz, O December. Time to hang my boots and listen the call to quarters. Windows would kill me. I had my horrors I had my wine. The moon was still
Once I stumble upon a tiny kitten Amongst a pool of sweet flowers. Her blue beady eyes peeking through; Gleaming eyes full of wonder, On the side of a lonely road. Hiding neath the cover of flowers, Stealthily she moves
Something is just not right, When I roam these places.. Only thing that’s in my sight; The same weary faces…. Indifference to what’s going on, Every where the same problem.. What we had it’s gone, And not even a trace
Blood and bones become qualification watching and being watched. Eyes in introspection incubation waking the black dawn. Anguished blank stares, after dispossession collapse on the hills in confusion – umpteen times. Ontogeny repeats filial love after parental loss. Monofloral we
Together we can make a difference Together we can bring in a little sympathy a little empathy A little compassion a little consideration Why do we need then such belligerence? Each revolution each change is always Weighed and tested on
A man stood by the roadside his shame he endeavored to hide for being homeless injured his pride. He held a cardboard sign in his hand. It said he’d do whatever the task would demand. He would work for food
The hidden beauty of mistakes made truly in seeing past the scars and pain of cruelty of outside standards that dictate looks & manners. Lawless questions from lawless masters, it’s a lesson which imperfection shapes character moulding beauty into one
Winners take time to relish their work, knowing that scaling the mountain is what makes the view from the top so exhilarating. Valpaarai by Fountain Head As I rise And see the MIRACULOUS BEAUTY, Of the the beaming sun, Come
She knows how I feel, She know that its real..! But fate knows it better, Of what it has to cater..!! Chaos reigns in this love, Circumstances written from above..! We hope to change it, But dare not disrupt it..!!
It’s possible in Interstellar Our Journey It’s possible in Trillion Galaxies Our Love It’s possible in Stars Our Destiny It’s possible in a World of Fairy Tales Our Paradise It’s possible in Twilight Our Intimacy It’s possible in Infinity Our
Aboriginals inhabited their land They lived hand in hand No land property No hunger,’s no poverty Take what you need To sustain life with no greed Inhabitants of the continent Were simply slaughtered It was not an accident It was
A very unusual day I met a stranger, Got down from car and turned around, Walked to me with eyes filled with sigh of relief and pleasure, His lips whispered slowly with comment Thank GOD! I am a stubborn lady
What dwells within the deepest, most utter, most core of one who laughs yet longs for truth and to be true to oneself with another human being…not hiding. But, it is being mentally, emotionally and spiritually naked. It’s frightening, perhaps
It makes things disappear It creates confusion It prevails till Sun sets in It is welcome only temporarily That is Mist Likewise Ignorance Makes knowledge disappear It creates confusion Till knowledge sets in it prevails It is never welcome We
When darkness comes calling, When the secret missive is sent, then shall I seek from you, the answers unsought for life.. When it is time to depart, when death do us part, then will I look to you for that
Silhouettes, of our memories Shadows, of our love Sunlight from the days gone by Have blinded every thought The moment stops, Hell freezes above, The devil escapes from my mind From places locked up deeper than before The discerning scent
Emotions are what fuel us What fill us to our core. They are the defining elements in our deepest thoughts. That fist you slammed against a wall? Anger. The tears you cried over a heartbreak? Sadness, pain. The curses you
All over the world, today Hearts are opening, filling the air with love As couples everywhere remind themselves Of the unbreakable bonds that tie them together. That’s one way of looking at it. But what about those who have nobody?
she wore the gold off her narrow ring on the zinc bartop tapping out an alien message unheard by the narcissists pinching each other’s cloth like bargain shoppers sniffing at the must of use and hard travel men and women
All of the flowers of all the tomorrows Are held in the seeds of today All of the dreamers have moments they borrow Without much intent to repay All of the highways in all new directions Are open to all
All that remained was the Wall after the war poking its head through the rubble. While the remnant scoured for meaning a child made its way to the Wall where the guns shot to death, her very own. She stared,
Love is lifting of spirits and opening of hearts All else is just possessiveness and control All else is just wants and needs All else is just a sense of loss of control All else is just unhappiness and hell