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It wasn’t me who invented love by ignorance the same way the painter doesn’t have the heart to mix pure colors it was there in the times when I used to swot the differences between useful, beautiful and pleasing first
Sun glistening off the tropical bay. White cotton balls float by reflecting Suns rays. Surf down below melodically soothing the way. Vistas of ocean from the left to the right, spotted with green jewels enhancing the sight Sea birds floating
In the heavenly abode of dense tropics , lies mighty Ashoka, medicinal Neem and ancient Banyan recounting tales of bygone era , mingling with smiling primrose , naughty berries , listening to roaring lion , chatting cuckoo, all living together
Picture a diamond spinning against the dark, flinging back the brilliance of a sun. Move a little closer – you’ll be stunned how lakes and oceans flash, how ice-caps spark. Zoom in lower still and see the forests, so vibrant,
She wore the meekness and grace of the gods and was shapely beyond compare. In that pageant aura, had about her the fearless abandon of Diana At The Bath. I did not spy on her, for fear I could lose
Dark spots, acne and pimples No offence, ruin our faces which are pleasantly simple Girls hide them so that no one notices and yucks With an infinite deal of products costing a thousand bucks Slowly and gradually, they get this
She lived in a cottoned house, Where everything smelled like rose, Her ribbons flew in the rosy air, She danced on the tip of leaves. Sun shone upon her like gleaming gold, Beams filled her sapphire eyes, Her heart was
An innocent face redness in eyes wild tresses made more wild by the blowing wind a pained expression smile that is lost laughter like a brook lost somewhere for now lost she looks incapable she calls herself torn by love
What is truth? We live our lives being told what is true. Truths in science fall by the wayside when new “truths” are discovered. But, how true are they? Religions will tell you their truths. Problem is few agree. So
Whispered names falling simply off lips, Freckles that ripple on skin, Azure eyes that flooded dreams. Eyes may capsize stable thoughts, Blindly wade into unknown waters, Not knowing awaiting dangers. A siren’s melody put in a trance, A map to
I am me, but I am not Inside of me, is another me I believe this other me, is also me This me has slumbered for a long time I think this me is also me, or maybe the real
I remember our first hungry kiss we behaved as though the time was less making patterns on each others’ body how can I forget the place where you first touched my heart it was then we told each other we
Meaningfulness of life is experienced by understanding the life around us A human being constantly remains heated up in the fire of struggles. that fire not only burns him but also melts him down heartiness and blaze are virtues of
I’m hooked to this rusted gate and in a corner, That’s me – choking, and just choking, from slit ventilation and you just ignore. I hold your responses and stack all that comes, That’s me – waiting, and just waiting,
The vagabond was once again on the window, Begging love and asking to open the gate, And the fairy inside the house reluctant, Said helpless she was being slave of the fate, First you peep in the four windows, Starting
I would give anything to die in you, in your belly, innocently. My voice of dissent should hold the wings atop the kisses. The wards in between fall on choked Eustachian. A global grief encircles the fallen gods, prophets of
I walked through the darkness, I walked through the light, I came to where I laid to rest My only true love – The icy cold lips that once were so warm, The quiet heart that once was so torn.
we are but humans spring-sing soft stars of simple dimples and happy rhymes cold-hold cast figures of quick kisses and broken unbrokens of up-eyes and down-feet-fear of hearts and heads and faces and feathers and scream-dreams and teen-dreams and mean-dreams
O sleepless night! I am in love with you! O youthful night, the belle of the ball! Thine veritable messengers, the stars, the comets And the meteors Arrived on time. How majestic they are, these celestial bodies! How magnificent is
Tryst with enemy bakes the earth. I am standing firm on dust of times with rising threat. In vloaks, under the fading moon they had come, plundered my yard of truth and blackened the face of an ancient statue of
Getup stellar, Wake up star, Have a nice draft, Have a reliance on yourself, Let’s walk with a smile, Success is yours, warmth welcomes you with “Cool Morning”! Stars are the way, let’s have a nice dream, Dreams are like
If love is for me I think I will be free If love is for me I can do things with glee If love is for me All the wanders set aside If love is for me Heart’s no longer
That was the dreadful night when my world went upside down, Tough decisions were made but still I count, The smiles the sorry the vows that were so profound, It just hit me hard now when ever they come around.
It’s time to put the shades on, And plan for a vacation. Time to Change the wardrobe, And fight with the microbe. Time to bear the sun stroke, And soothe yourself by coke. Time to prevent the skin from tan,
I am over joyed at his accepting me as worthy of his Love Oh my heart beat, please stop for a while as I have to reconcile to the fact that I have found my dream Life partner I am
I approach the 160° turn to the left, The public toilets, still there. Those strange, Striped warning poles and a sign in Old engineering font (like London Underground, but rusted) saying ‘STOP WHEN BELL RINGS’. Up its gentle elevation to
As I write as I type as I wonder as to why I think about the thoughts that are passing by Like clouds above the winds has moved Blowing strong and growing cold as fall is almost through A gusty
Like the Rhythmic sound merging with the flowing River Like the flowing River merging with the Sea Like the Sea merging with the Horizon My heart desires for her None but she knows whether her heart will ever mingle with
I wonder if you realise the way you make me feel, I wonder if you know the guilt for me is real, I wonder if you ever think about me too, I think I’m giving you more credit than your
She told me I was right for her And that was my curse, I knew I was just there when I’m needed But I never kept my promises too Do they miss me when I’m gone Secretly, maybe they do
Love is as snow cast from December’s gray ceiling heavy with joy Reigning white smiles upon Us We… two in deepest warmth.. mittens entwined.. legs touching as we stand watching Winter’s crystals dance briefly in heavenly descent Within each imagined
Truly, this life is not worth living, the joy of death is privacy in the casket. What can mortal life render to the living other than; short-lived joy and protracted tumults in it’s basket of despair. What can out-live a
To build a wall Of a broken heart By an empathy hope To make a home In a world To live in together With freedom of rooms If it is needed Giving a space For unity in diversity When humanity
20 seconds in a moment. You caught me when I was falling. Stared my eyes and felt a flash! Hearts are flying and made a clash. 20 seconds in a moment. Caught your smile when I was glaring. Touched my
Live today, like there is no tomorrow, Confessing to God, all your sins, and sorrow. Let not the sun go down, upon your wrath, In his blood of forgiveness, take a bath. For there is no promise, of tomorrow you
I hope that one day this new generation which has access to the accumulated knowledge of almost every generation before will learn the pleasure of sitting outside on a warm summer’s night in near-perfect darkness and telling stories not in
My god’s bigger than your god! no! my god’s bigger than your god! therefore my god can beat up your god! isn’t that what gods are all about? isn’t that what gods are for? to beat each other up- you
Monster lurking around each corner awaiting the moment of absent mind to strike a venomous thing this is knowing just how to bite dripping with venom it sits and waits with a smirk it glares over to confirm the pain
Rain brings life and enthusiasm Raises people’s joy and grace, Makes the beloved to think And feel her lover’s presence. Rain drops sprinkles the earth Touches the heart of her, Makes the beloved to see And touch the face of
Do something different Camp out The regular routine Throw it out Evil and bad intentions you can Do without The weak and the helpless are Crying out While the good and the merciful are Dying out Beggars with empty hands
1 When I was a little boy I watched a balloon wiggle itself free and spiral upwards towards where I thought might be Heaven. I don’t recall the circumstance— whether it was a birthday party or the circus, or the
