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A bucketful of moon falls on my door with the smell of a salted night on frozen shoulders of a punctured landscape. I start expanding unseeing a sentimental lake. Life was asking a very high price for the purple bruises.
Those were the delights.. I fail still to hide The mere thoughts of liberty… I seldom mind Those were the agony… Once breathed within the skin That blissful hell… Where I might have been Those were the delights… Still engraved
I make ready myself for an insult and chest pain, keeping unshorn hair like nettles on contours, to take unknown turns for restoring the clouds on moon-blue hills, spreading the water colors on trees; someone inside the shrine was making
Rains- smells Of dampness and chill, mother’s crispies, grandma’s tea Of coming home, all wet and cold, little pools flooding the floor Of dosas on the stove, day-darkness, drying clothes, A thunder bolt from the darkened skies, Wet feathers and
5am, the vending machine rattles, groans, collapses Violently, I kick it, yell at it, shake it The green tea can is grinning at me, mocking me. A passerby opens his fresh can of beer he sees me desperate for a
Rushing Blue into the arms of Red, Overwhelm Robin, To render melody, In tandem with the notes of cowbells, With the beat of ripples rolling down the stream, Whispers the wind, into the beings, Waking them from deep slumber, Urging
Gifting his ‘ Wings of Fire ‘ to the gen. next The angel has taken flight to regions unknown . Standing tall in the midst of admiring youths Kindling their minds with the light of knowledge Inspiring them to dream
I feel this ever looming wrath. It comes from within. Sure to destroy everything in its path. But as this soul would come out. The whisps of smoke will arise. Rotten a cadaver only will be perceived. A thousand clouds
You were trampeling on a wasp, when sprouts were generating Escherichia. Dirt. Romping around. How many corpses were there? Why can’t you tell the exact figure? Under the carpet the shoes will help. The need to jump from the rostrum?
The beauty of it all. Pulling something from nothing. Nurturing the created. Molding it shaping it. The song the art the science. All teased from the ether. All born into existence by consciousness. Without consciousness, there would be nothing.
There’s good and bad in everything I guess that’s just the way of this thing we call life but without pain and sorrow we wouldn’t learn anything, we need a little rain in our lives for our souls to grow
Swing of the sundial and capricious collapse my soul left vexed at the precipice of night vacant stare from the dew of dawn damned my inexorable fate and despite! Insular folds they threatened to burst though stimulant swam in the
The rain came today Little drops at first Then, gaining confidence Grew more insistent Drumming on the ledge With a rapid tattoo The birds didn’t mind They arced and soared Laughing at umbrellas And the rush for indoors How beautiful,
Sunny sweaty days you gave to me. Hot and humid nights you fed to me. Your dark and scary clouds frightened me. Your thunder rolls and flashing lightning startled me. With heavy rains you flooded the land. Your tornadoes blew
I don’t know where to start How to form the words Countless questions, a million thoughts My head is about to hurt Treading along like a smooth sailing boat Or so it seemed from a distance Like a serene view
The dresser front is like a waterfall with a vibrant tangle of scarves that stumble out and down. Bed sheets rough-house with pillows. and a spread is spread but not on the bed. There are yesterday’s pants cavorting with last
Through sleeping Eyes I feel Still within The Calm Of my inner realm I see not Someone or something But myself in a different Form reborn but shaped By the darkness That once made Me torn A black rose with
He falls and snuggles like a lover to the floor; dreams spilling from the bottle in the weathered-hand. Beyond the door, dead-brochs lie buried on the moor. Forebears are but sepulchral-weals upon the land. Dreams spilling from the bottle in
“So finally, he got talking, As if his patience had succumbed. The one who’s closest to me, Well, on a physical level, for sure; against whom I press my cheek. Who I’ve spent innumerable nights with. Sometimes, he brings along
Feels cool to be a 21st century haiku. Not bothered with others’ frowns, scoffs and sneers. Only concerned with widening some unseen folded petals of their hearts, lips and thighs. Softening their flowing molecules of love, making them feel their
Out of my heart run many questions Questions that can only be answered with another question Questions that can only be reasoned with love Because what is this life without love Once upon a time in the land of man
To disconnect oneself you push apart, from the stasis, like flesh from the bones. Coming home becomes dreadful when you discover yourself. A dark energy impels you in a cosmos which was drifting towards eternity. A fight between space &
You lived your life, now you’ve passed away Cremated with nothing left to decay Grief endlessly lingers more so some days, eternal peace for your soul I do pray. I have had to begin the process of change Our home
Her clothes had come to represent imperfection: the moment came on the night and in the way she’d imagined but with much more friction. sitting on the steps with April’s cold needling her bottom she tried to shift her sweater
Daily I see a different me, each morning I notice- an iota of sheen missing, a part of me has withered, chipping regularly from somewhere or the other, a delta difference between me and the me from yesterday, Am I
Humans are animals, same as the rest. We sprung up from the same womb as all animals do. What makes us different is what’s in our heads? We think, we plan, we build, we progress. Human minds have grown to
I love you, Though at times you doubt my love for you, I still can’t stop loving you, Because I love you. I love the way you stayed, When you could have gone away, With that dude called Friday, Leaving
It is most just and so fair And not just any scrap of square. For gentle lady and kind Sir Need this linen to leave and stir. Her flowing sari is draped perfectly The blouse contrasts most fittingly. Her hair
There is a life lesson found upon your lips. A secret to life transcendence. No longer consistent to the thought of what happens next. This is the value of your lips. A connection of where dream becomes reality. Curious to