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The growing insecurity , Increasing perplexity , The constant fear , With all those glares, The lost equilibrium ,of a balanced mind, Was it how this was destined? A bygone en-tropic side , With redundant mind , A Frivolous mannequin,
Of words and meanings Of lives and then some A word spoken. A new life with no end. A new piece of soul. Ice, fire or water – coexisting anomalies. Some words scar lives. Some heal them. Some words draw
he never used a typewriter yet the tendons in his wrist twitched like metal typebars, fleet, oily, tapping awful messages when he was supposed to be at rest – his eyelids answered as if scanning for answers those desolate webpages
You’re inside a reality as dripped by Jackson Pollack everything guided, everything only seeming accidental. Straight lines eaten by curves and color as a sense of inevitability. Somehow it turns out as thousands of interlocking narratives, never a single start
Her body is the ever-punctured typewriter Pricked by the fingertips of lovers and liars alike, Since brick has been put upon brick to build – She has been made into verse. She is laced in souvenirs, splinters of a dismantled
I’ve felt much worse, but when I realised how long I’ve been staring at this blank white page without having my fingers moving, tapping on alphabets like it does before when I want it to, I saw a man who
For everything, there is a season, it has been foretold. When I was young and green, securely clinging to the branches of my family Sugar Maple tree, I thought it was the best I would ever be. But here, now,
And what for this rallying call mellifluous our human and brutish moments the heaving and seething and bitching sighs and sweat to stray, accumulate, funny pictures beneath a huge and hurting sky soaked and sore in summer sun or frozen
Though I clearly see Paralleling traits, Corresponding facets Astonishingly quaint This complex, albeit moving, Prominent connection Holds a minute blemish Worthy of reflection. Contrast, yes there’s one, A distinction can be drawn, For you’re rarely right, While I’m never wrong!
Life, It is like a walk, On the same road, A patterned cuckoo clock. Doing the same thing, Over and over again, Monotonous life, It is the reign, Of boredom. But still, Life has some value, It is as, Blue,
Oh! Little lovely shoes,big broad mind…yes she is gentle and she never whines…. Shiny eyes with those big glasses…oh yes! She never bunks classes Call her geek, call her nerd..she finds these things really absurd Big baggy shirts, messy hair
Jealousy has grown like fruitless trees It has spread like width of seven seas It can’t be justified with very many pleas Life is condensed cocoon of humming bees Humans are no more, but hollowness remains Losses have crossed the
The soul of the song missing from my lips Reverberates in the shower and dies. Outside, the koyal coos. Like a spurned lover. Tireless. Insistent. Indignant. Echoing footsteps drown the inner monologue And heartbeats keep time with a lone drop of water
Rain the pain. Rain it so hard That it sounds akin to white noise. Feel the silence. It’s so allay, yet not empty! Adore in the vein of downpour. Drench your desire with a soaking joy. Never let your sparkles
We sure did love the lollipops, the cracker jacks, the Holloway candy sticks, the chocolate coated ice cream bars, and those tootsie rolls. We simply could not get enough of the pop sickles, the cool aids, and the soda pops.
Somewhere and somehow, how and where I don’t know. But from ‘twinkle twinkle little star’, to the melody’a thing of beauty is a joy forever’we grow up. The past 15 years can be compared to the life of the ‘Brook’.
Me and my pride, me and my hurts. Who are you, which you are not, a verbless statement of nirvana? No pain no asking, narcissism. A stream of unbecoming. Eyes wide open jaws tightly shut, sitting in a corner, brooding,
To begin with a lie will entwine cleaved interests into the one heaving body you Wanted for this canvas Alike and unalike as teacher and student Cultivar and architect Both humorless academics One shedding layers and palls to fit the
An unwelcome feeling Something I’d rather refrain from It’s not what happened after But what happened during the storm Making you weak It will seep right through Taking a sharp knife Stabbing it into you. You will wanna run As
As twilight fades into the night, In the silence, I wonder bewitching fragrance from the queen of the night, tossed up by the strong wind reaches the moon lit sky tantalizing the air As on musky Earth I lay soft
A brush with pain of chest starts recalibrating the fog of eyes. World has come a long way from a child’s brain to prepare an indigenous bomb for a roaring ascent. Where my son, you want to go in trees
A distraught moon takes a misstep and goes behind the hill to take a holy bath. Disconnects with a trespasser and sends to night, a bouquet of stars with muffled prayers. Shades of lies haunt, in flames of faith. A
Let Judgement be on you! When did you take up God’s role? Did it ever occur to you that your opinions are of your own insecurities? Did anyone inform you that not every one will follow the norm? I look
Surrounded by darkness Venom of retribution Closed doors, empty corridors No trespassing No sacred earth Just a no man’s land Every step fraught in minefield Nothing escapes the watchful eye Nothing spared off memory All transgressions etched in time Void
Emotions are what fuel us What fill us to our core. They are the defining elements in our deepest thoughts. That fist you slammed against a wall? Anger. The tears you cried over a heartbreak? Sadness, pain. The curses you
When one does not reply the other’s voice must amplify what is about them that they would not give up on them when they look at each other they just go from one world to another will be always contented
The night that breeds dark clouds of rankling dolour Within azure sky of my mind’s great earth, Delusive affection of thine enlivened fervour, Of joy of life and lustre triggers dearth. Thou rememb’rest those fragrant ways trodden, Back i’th’ longest
All the talk, murmurs rushing from room to room anxious dogs unable to please, dark clothes, suppressed expressions, napkins and finger foods piling up, glasses clinking in the kitchen sink with no one around just the weight of all those
Oh rose, in which sweetness evolve my dreams, Aspiring boldly, praying to find ways, To live ideals, which a heart esteems, Which might last longer than expected days; So let the thorns by your charms be out-shined, Your bony stems
Thousand wounds beneath my heart Covered velvet cloth Never expressed on the face Hidden by thousand smiles At times laughs loudly Hides in pretentious way No clue to others Am a smiling fellow But footsteps of Attu Frighten me in
I’m fasting now for full four days and moribund is my hunger not me. First day I wasn’t tough though, I thought it will kill me, but slowly I detached myself with this insatiable hunger, it’s dying not me. The