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Night, oh playwright, to the soul’s loneliness I quest every line, beneath your cover One to recite, for heart’s harmonious So my part may be played — with another But stages, — life — dropped her encore curtain How heavied
Whenever, I feel tired and exhausted, From life’s monotonous routine, I go to my courtyard Theatre, On the enormous screen, Watching the free natural movie scenes, Projected by The Almighty Producer. The scenes change there with the passage, Of the
“I am pure blue-blood”, said he, “as pure as it can get.” of the tall, fair, handsome varieties. Twice over I despised him but managed but a smile, as he deviously managed to convey his derision for us darker-skinned commoners.
for John McBride Neill There was the Savoy and Lyceum, the Majestic and Colosseum, the Regal and the Roxy, the Tonic and the Troxy, the Princess and the Pallidrome, the Alhambra and Hippodrome. Great picture palaces, art deco and glass,
You want the girl that wears pretty flowing dresses and floral Vans. Not the girl who wears mismatched brightly coloured trainers With odd socks and jumpers that would be more suited a boy on the Nickelodeon channel in 1996. You
Plain steps Grey concrete smooth polished to look Like marble But they are not; nothing in this courtroom is real I came here a Free Man Under licence and bonded high, but free all the same I chose to face
A war has begun, not one of bullet nor bomb, precariously parsed over a landscape of a people, weaker than another, to whom the bomb might be enchanted cries of heavenly lord – gift from God! Level my home. A
Without doubt, I often ask what life is all about, And if I so may say, It seems much like a theatre play. With humor, a comedy, Without… a tragedy. Hypocrisy we get for free, Sincerity, costly for both you
A Newly born infant was ruthlessly abandoned on the street to face the vagaries of nature and fend for itself by its ruthless parents A good Samaritan took sympathy on the abandoned toddler and adopted the child and nourished the
A scholar of sixty monsoons with an amass knowledge in rarity He looks like a dry seed that has wings to fly every narrow spot to sprout Elevating every sluggish being to refresh the unrefined English What roles he enacts
I remember well that sweltering summer. Sky bright at 1 am, no breeze to blow the dark in, blackout blinds and fans whispering. Still sleep was difficult, years before whale-song tapes and Victor Meldrew. Though we had our own versions.
It had been a chessboard and nothing else from plain cardboard and perfect squares standing up on the bookcase in the living room after the old man died no one knew where it disappeared no one asked no one cared
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..!!
(Allegro) Wedding bells. Ringing outside the parish. On top of a lonely hill Introduced by a small decent white-sand path Surrounded by neat green grass, Overlooking a deep silent river With waters reflecting the sky Just as my heart reflects
Many of us will not experience the fabulous life, while a select few have heaven on earth, the gleam,the glamour we see on tv seems not right, when most live their lives like they are cursed, the rich stay rich
The danger lurks in corner. After double helix, Now cobalt pencil writes the history of mankind. Dirty bomb gives determinate meaning of peace. I turn back to be eaten alive. Like a blade of grass you bend for the cuckoo.
Heart dies a death, very painful and slow Shedding every tiny leaf of hope Until no marks show Nothing remains then, Days pass by and then years after years The memories of the past flowing in tears You try to
The smoke rising from the depths of the night, Is filled with your memories still bright. The unknown souls that roam the solitary streets, My dreams are a part of their unending meets. That which lies buried under the concrete,
Back then, life for kids was harder than it should have been They say that kids had rights too, but I don’t remember when Back then, if there were child labor laws, they never told us If labor laws for
Moon was wandering in the dim sunlight, Incomplete and looking for a charming Miss Right, His father sun, recollecting his own lovely days, His mother earth, still wet with his rays, Beyond the ocean an aurora appeared, Sun kissed the
With endless poverty gleaming in their eyes, Dreams, desires and will to live; Everything has faded to get fled, In a beggar; a living dead, A zombie on the streets. With an affirmative urge in hesitation, Cohesively willing to die
pick me up i drag my corpse once again back to the ground gravity, why are you greedy? hay and lilac grass i want to sleep peacefully to put it bluntly i crash and sleep momentum shifts and careless lips
A nation divided Under God with liberty and justice For all The line is clear Black as night Clear as day Party over blood Party over logic Party over love Some are humans Others muslim Some are humans Others black
Looting after the earthquake: I have wrecked myself on my own terms. Bringing down the edifice of human cult, the man has come in the spin of richtor scale. Why does a crisis tears up the mask and animal comes
In life , we come many across With some we get cross While with some we get across Most times it happens because We use those judgmental gloss That was the day of crucification gross Of that pious soul who
1 Thrust into matter time and space our daggers swords and spears scored in every place as conscientious participators . Commingling at kalinga for me our victor’s blood and theirs relegated their whole army to die for our ones’s by
Busiprione, klonipin, prazosin and prozac stepford wives vis a vis stimulants offering an emotional uplifting dalliance cathartic against the depredation of panic attacks melancholia and obsessive compulsive disorder bearing down hard against psychological maladies delivering a near ecstatic state of
Live every day like it was meant to be, helping all those who want to be free. Feel the warmth in a genuine smile, a childish giggle can bridge the miles. Surround everybody with happy ways, bask in the heat
Time runs faster than life, and life is nothing but time stretched into months years and so on; We, only we think, times moves fast or slow, actually, it is life whose movement determines its flow. in life, good times
Writing on my sleeves, I visualize an invisible coupling of grassroots with starless sky, when I walk on the wailing earth. Hails big as sparrow eggs smash the bougainvillea blossoms. The wrestling clouds begin a storm. Witchcraft of the moon
(Recollections from Early Childhood, Circa 1999) In search of a de novo, at each dawn, I consoled myself; that– Tomorrow would be a new day, And each day, I looked back for you, May be it’s the way I love
Some paths were never meant to be crossed But they do anyway against all rules These are the roads memories are made of And the people you never thought to ever love A friend to be remembered The one I