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As a result of abundant endowment, A state in nature, ensured of security A stage of impasse had we reached, Below which a formidable breech, The means of effectiveness without, Our primitive tools of war betrayed. Despite the valour we
Well and there is a LOST SEA Somewhere running through The crystal caverns down and Around the foot hills of the Appalachian Mountains… I remember some kind of strange Indian folklore from many lifetimes Lived before, you look into my
(1) Tents are crowded by windows, but missing walls and a jasmine flower. (2) A window is a border between consciousness and sub-consciousness, between Ego and its annihilation. (3) A home without a window is a blind man with no
The sound of guns may scare the birds on the trees, but rob not their songs. Autumn withers the leaves, but the flowers forget not spring— the time they should throng. Soldiers are killed here by the strangers of the
She bloomed In the dense secrecy The vivid greenery Seeming adorned! The spring Spraying fragrance To her Each giggling note She hissed Soft lullabies To the blinking buds When hurt by the stings The flies thrust… Draped in beauty Her
A tribal fear was lurking, behind a surge of emotion. The sun was looking black. A sexual abuse of a quaint flower aborts the fruit. This year we will go hungry. A nascent seed stripped on road- cries for water.
That tribal instinct sits in the denial. Words fly in fog carrying absurd meanings. I was ready for the impeachment. Like a pinned butterfly you lived several times, repeating a dialogue on a mindless thought. From nothing to nothingness, you
The whiteness in a black-spotted dove flies away from my head, each time war wakes up; A voice falls down from a window staring into emptiness, which is jammed with fragileness and trivialities, and crashes on the cracked street. Rust
Running to and fro, Going somewhere, going nowhere. Fighting for survival, fighting for revival, Some call it revolution I call it confusion. Hunger in the land, Trouble in our towns, Politicians say they have the solution, But their parties have
A tribal instinct stops the nemesis: Spraying the blood-soaked, small foot prints on my chest; unlocking, I accept myself. Why contained anger of awesome ache over the periphery? Through the atrophied, black limbs – an elite infusion of trespassing knowledge?
Guiding light of nature, The presence of God for mankind, His enormous love for people, We always leave behind. Never tried to see him, and believed that he doesn’t exist. Never tried to feel him, and believed that he has
Well I feel your trauma I’m no stranger to the misery of a broken heart and the drama you try to avoid everyday…every night moving in the same circles you’ve been moving in for so long…blind in the dark I
My Teacher A lovely figure with fair face Rhythmically steps into the class. Melodiously flow the words From the parted red lips Are sweet to my ardent ears Flutters my heart Thrills my sensation Wins her heart There I am
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..!!
Alas! This distance call, To a friend with love. Though lost in time, This time I find, this friend of mine; here in my mind, the terrain of substitution the land of freedom. put in a place where love herds,
Don’t let the night’s darkness show you those vague dreams again perspicuously. Don’t let the night’s silence guide you to that one voice you always desired for. Don’t let the night shove you back to that soul with whom you
The Butterfly has awoken And rightfully emerged from his cocoon What makes it so beautiful is Not the wings or image Of itself But the beauty of its flawlessness Mindset in this breath Taking shattering world It already being so
We met, a random act of coincidence We talked, I figured we had some sort of relevance Never in my time has someone lent me an ear so much, trust me I commend your patience Small talks, random brawls, A
You are not with yourself today. Conversation was stopped, from cloud to cloud. Now you know what you did not want to know. No longer the pathless destiny, comes near you, you go towards the bushes to collect the ash,
A black hole detonates itself to stigmatize the substance. Now a silk road leads to sight and touch. A scarecrow starts screaming. Sky was falling on fire. The space becomes deviant. Chopped hands were drawing the tattoos of winged feet.
How to come to terms with events bygone? How to come to terms with things left undone? How can I cope with all those regrets? All those unfinished tasks, all those words left unsaid! All those dreams, abandoned midway. When
If you’ve ever seen a horse tip-toeing round, Carefully trotting but making no sound. It was probably Horace, the horse with no shoes Trotting around with ouch’s and oo’s He would try to keep up with his friends on parade,
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It runs deep Deep into the soul Deep into the caverns of the clan. Its lineage since existence. Always on the prowl Hunting for the one Vulnerable and welcoming. Knocking on the thinner walls Feeding on negatives. To find an
A dented version of an old grudge, blackened lips with an elite song, your relentless search ends in a terminal shock, nursing a green wound. That anguish was still there, and the wild anger sprawled on hidden fractures, false teeth,
Spooked by a two headed snake, a double of a living person squirms. A moral crisis comes out of a cage. The private space is violated and bloodbath of robins start- to understand the unrest. Antimatter will keep the mystery
Your smile is brighter than the summer sun Your face just stands out against everyone It’s the twinkle in your eyes that makes me wonder Will I get to have you in my happy ever after Oh dearest, I don’t
Our men are slowly drowning in their tears. Labelled weak cos they express their fears. Father said I wasn’t man enough and told me to act tough cos I cried when I touched her cold body Regardless of the situation
skeletal bones in the hidden residue to escape with its fashionable decorum hidden inside there is a map a scroll to tell us where is the buried treasure turn right on interpass twelve quick left passed the brook under an
Illusion! The lost wanderer Where does the path lead? An elegy, Lamentation of the heart A bleeding soul An effete relationship, Creeping desires Alas! Astonished lie all In search of “Sculptor” Lost in the wilderness Self despiciency Slight, a revulsion
Freedom, you are the autumn leaf drifting to the call of the season. Freedom, you are the tune forming in a dreamers mind. Freedom, you are the paint on a wet canvas seeking it’s own path to redemption. Freedom you
She wept incessantly, Strived hard to bury her memories In the deepest black-holes of her mind Where no luminance penetrates. She idled the hours in melancholy, “An agonized soul, is she”, everyone says. No optimistic whim enters her darkest Black-
up and up until the rugged horizon smoothes to a line then a curve stars shine at midday bending on the uppermost leaf of this tallest tree a man might faint might frighten and fall dead before he met the