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She has blossomed like a flower. Her smiles her blush tell that she is fresh and young. She walks like a bird that had just learned how to fly, Ignorant of the predators, around her. She smiles with one and
When Mum first presented you I thought you were a trick. Your attempts to buy me off with a Metallica C.D. demonstrated your pettiness. I didn’t say anything at the time ‘cos I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in
On my birth, they were smiling at me while I was crying at them When in the cradle they were trying to kiss me while I was seeking to miss them While as a kid they were pinching my cheeks, I was shouting at their pranks When I was a
From a subdued, quiet daughter, To an unruly boisterous teenager, Accepting the transformation with a straight face, Whilst, trying hard to find my space. The hectic turbulent college days, The intermingled greed for love and appraise, Wanting to be a
My unborn girl and I Live within each other‘s spheres She has carried me first after all. Out of night’s numinous dream My mother comes down Spiral celestial stairs. “Look what I bring you” A little girl in tow. A
HEART ON HAPPY PLACE is your kiss on my lips The tender touch of your hand upon my face The way you hold me tight, every morning, Every night oh it’s like some kinda fairy tale Romance, love heaven sent
A scintillating though oftentimes sad story, An Eternal Romantic poignantly narrates Indira’s journey from a teenager in love to a middle aged woman. Despite the vicissitudes of love, she continues to be in love with the idea of love. Indira
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.
When I sit alone and reminisce I constantly think of what I miss The years have gone so quick somehow Memories of you, so distant now Unanswered questions still linger on…. Why did you do it? Why not confide in
What is left to come across? everything seems to be lying open fatefully exposed before i could reach. Potbellied realities were reluctant to change they seemed to retire with confusions of shadows and full stops. There seems to be so
To live in the moment, And not to worry about what comes after. To live in the present, And enjoy our time as youths, before it’s over. To not worry about the future, And everything that comes along with it.
Vines entwined, in engrossing weaves. Lush green branches, on archaic trunks. A specter familiar, charmingly exotic, Gazing I stand, recollecting the years. A vision, of some evening, eons back.. Kids’ playful frolic, and cheers lively. Carefree days, romping round the
The incessant lapping of ripples, Sounds of waves that swell and fade, Mask all the murmurs and whispers Of amblers on the moonlit promenade. The hovering darkness of the night, Ignored by the roaring sea outright, Rising and falling to
I leave this world as ignorant as when I came into it, my hands empty, my heart full. I have no answers, only questions, no certainties, only doubts. The fear of death has been my most loyal companion, the cry of
To come crashing through the gates of hell, look the demon in the eye and casually yell! Total defiance in every breath as you stare down into the dungeons of death. Never before have you shaken my goals or been
When We began, words built bridges carrying us to and fro across distant places… thoroughfares, connecting spaces, verbal embraces… Words became light and water flowing, filling, spilling, swathing… Words… like glowing embers spewing sparks, scorching flames, swirling blaze, enveloping, burning
Oh Zephyr As a merciful favour To an awaiting soul Drift this luscious savour To half of my whole Sundered by distance Yet blended through hearts Longing this fragrance He is, on other end of world Together, we rooted These
I thought I knew what was best. I walked away as Jesus was calling instead of granting his request. I closed my eyes and ears to what was taking place. I felt there was no reason for running this race.
When shoulders are in dearth whereby to cry, And frozen tears would stab with loneliness, A smile I dare that unto heaven try, For wish, my prayer speaks with holiness; The dirge that grieving lips would sadly sing, On hollow
The forefathers left me alone till and even yesterday. I am here, for they lived and died for millions of years , till and even yesterday. To think that they were only gents is a misunderstanding. It includes an Aunt,
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.
Some day this curse will fade and break away, No more pain, no more tears, no more hiding from this place. Just putting first myself rather than the rest of you, Who have hurt me instead. Please let me go,
Her songs of love are just as what were known, None saw her eyes bespeak enthrallment felt Exuding from within as sparks have shown, That lent a warmth by which all cares can melt; As sensual marks her ways upon
A day of clouds scudding across a production-line sky, vaporous dreadnaughts, caravels lumber by above, never disturbing, the ocean’s surface they defy. The sun becomes a signal lamp speaking in poetry to the static lands of the earth whispering: not
Orang Ulu… loping through mottle-green light of the jungle-track, lighter than dawn-mist and nimble as wild-cat. Hunt-hounds around-him are bounding and wailing a death-hymn or baying for deer-spoor or fat-ox or wild-boar. Ulu agape at the edge of a clearing,
You always see me smiling for my tears are very shy, they like none but my company reason you shouldn’t ask why. Their presence distills, soothes and relaxes me free, helps snap all tensions isn’t a strange camaraderie? They’re the
Deep within my soul Your words of love Burn so bright That you might be The very special girl I hold so tight Like two vessels That intertwine into the night You have a way of making Everything feels just
Let it be, a dawn prayer, dripping with fantasy intercepting the strip-search of soul tempting a mad psyche. The sleeping volcano was going to celebrate, put the sign on. Perfectly shineless hands will raise the banner to donate kidneys, eyes
Trees are planted by the wise, Idiots examine a tree to be just a source of beauty, But an intelligent knows it’s price, Trees are not human who shout at their good, But are like gods who have importance in
Times are fast flowing taking away that Precious bit of prudence we held so close to soothe A strung up nerve from letting loose. Today, imagine Getting caught At the cross wire of a Boy of ten frail years Asking
Might the legends be true? Or merely an imagined ado? Could it be more than a myth? Might it actually exist? Encased in glass, Perfectly preserved From decades past, Rarely observed. Black as the night, Lined with gray, Quantum technology