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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?
Dear son, with your world surrounded by arms and guns, There rests this plight, to see her son alive with her eyes, just once. Sacrificing for country is your job and your pride, My pride is you my son. Wherever
Bodies die of getting envious, seeing the happiness of souls; the souls seem to lead the flowery life of fairies. Seeing it, bodies spread the sighs of hell into their eyes, lips and faces. Their two souls, as it were,
Travelling with along, stout dark man In the burstling city thoroughfare Talking incessantly about immediate enjoyment Of unnatural genre was of good old days, When we found ourselves shopping Delusion in cramped dimly lit economic pub Where the roaring music
You tried to drop by yesterday, So sorry I wan’t home, You left a note so you could say, I don’t have to feel all alone. I have to admit it’s probably true, Nobody understands, Nobody “gets” me like you
My first phone call, your first hello Your first text, the first time we met; My first thoughts and your first words If only for a day, was it supposed to last? A moment’s glance that happened by chance Left
Then, from the dark eyes of Nemesis The scroll of truth slowly unwrapped… With surging affection,Fate acclaimed ‘Thou art brave and extreme wise For thou hast chosen the righteous path While the less-wise waste their trunks and words and brain
You are tall, intelligent, one of a kind woman I know. A caring, humble, straightforward kind of girl, befriended by all. Never did I realize that time introduced me to your world. And that’s how our friendship started without lies,
A dead leaf on ground It fell off found itself weak All pass over yet no one cares But the wind which carries it Somewhere away may be Suitable to grow again To have the rebirth journey It struggles but
(Tribute to the Banished Silver Surfer – he is herald again) Please tell Galactus, I can’t do his will And shine like sap that drips from putrid pine, Stare into space from some ingested pill Or from a dose of
People surrounded but my heart is numb Tears cover my eyes Time goes by Everyone asks why But I never reply Forgotten so many years ago Now why I’m questioned? For what reason I’m alive? Everything is silent. All my
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
When you have been for long hanging into a strange nothingness, you begin to feel your floating hinges creak. Decide, decide, decide. Because everyone knows what they want from their lives (it’s believed). But creaking hinges are good I say,
How can i forget, Those days which, I’ve spent with you… Those useless topics, Over which we, Had debated… Those smiles which, We had shared, Over stupid jokes… That love which, We had exchanged, Over this small time… How can
Thou bare beauty’s bride of immortals Thou enrapt silence of mystery, who can’t tell thy flowery history And Fair Youth? And unstinted admiration thou bear, All profuse versifiers to thy truth begotten, They lie; of thy mystic gracious beauty, swear.
Little child in me remembers the phantom, Muscular and masked, Penetrating eyes, Outwitting the enemies in a flash, Reading with bated breath; Here I am glued to the screen, Phantoms running and scaling heights, Crawling with creepers around, With little
Just when I had lost all hopes, I saw a shining light, My empty life was bright, And I held the heavenly ropes. The darkness turned to bright blue skies, The numbness was cracked, My life was filled with butterflies,
My simple yet complicated Today is done for the day I did witness intricate plots, Impromptu visits, marathons, And deep inhales and exhales To not breathe out the anger Irritations, dislikes and disturbances I lay wrapped in my cloth of
Happiness happens to me and to all. It happens in small little things, It’s there in life’s offerings. It’s there when we don’t complain, As we are content with our life’s plan. It’s in one’s attitude, It reflects in their
Entering into deathless trance the moon was galloping across the clouds, clad in blue winds, for a spiritual encounter with the sky. A saint in making, a grandson of god, retreats in a religious retreat to taste a forbidden pain