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Slowly into the path Path of hope, joy, greatness Standing all kind of weather Drizzles, showers, hurricane, all kinds With faith I still ride on It seems far away But I have heard stories of heroes who made it Am
Have You Ever Felt Like You Were Curse, Because No Matter What You Did, Things Was Just Getting Worse? Have You Ever Been So Depressed, That You Wanted To Die, Just To Get Away From Your Stress? Have You Ever
Wet, wet, the rain does fall Damp, damp, it doesn’t care at all Drip, dip, the drops come down Drop, drop, makes you sad as a clown. Grey, grey, storm clouds above Cold, cold, get your hat and your gloves
Today I want to take a lethal dose of black lips, confronting the killer on contract. Time dithers to escort. May be a cold-blooded murder of a handful of sick shadows will give a transparent memory. Planting a sad kiss
I touch your lips, feel your smile I smell your fragrance, sense your phantom I hear your footsteps coming by, I forget myself for a while Though statued, unfazed and still With the constant novice gestures A smile dies at
Weaving fine fibres of unripe beliefs, from a fire base, a blue bird scrambles, shading the stone valley. There was no thrift for the cadavers. The burnt relics were eating away the greens of tearful eyes. Sun was slugging again.
My garden is beautiful With a variety of flowers A gaze itself is cheerful Attracts all viewers Morning I was delighted To see a fully blossomed rose Thoughts of my love excited My emotions too rose Joyfully I plucked Left
Casuarina! I miss you a lot. Why don’t you reclaim this drab century by your drooping branches, off from the poetry of water? The words are dried up. No rustling sounds, the winged creatures broke the mirrors, a black moon.
Uncertainty of return lies ahead, I love you all in my family. Have to leave you all, to save a bigger family- The innocent citizens of my country. Monsters are thirsty of our warm blood. A war has started between
Why am I like this? Why am I like that? Why am I…me…? Or possibly, My alienated mind; Exceptionally perceives, Sees the same World, Like you but; From a different eye. My being feels so outcast, Like the most complex
While drinking the long night you became taller than the eternal question, bitten by the moon. Witchhunting will not stop in oligarchy. A human right stands on the ivory gate to enter the dust. The weightlessness is paraded nude amongst
Feeling buried like it’s over Amidst suffering and total anger Igniting hell to burn my heart inside Leaving scars unable to hide Under this skin there came a blast Reaching head, clashing toes with brunt Emptied glass once full with
Let’s make a pact today. When you walk along my side again Don’t ask me about what’s stowed away. Dismiss all doubts about what you see no more, And when I stumble upon what you’ve been covering up all along,
A twisted journey starts on wings after the end of the road. Ambition sits in corner, nonchalantly and a tempest hollers around the spires. Broken down from parched ceiling a mural turns into a mundane knife. Lifts the rage, of
Oh how I remember being daddy’s little girl All of those late nights dancing in the kitchen and you watching me twirl Oh how I remember being daddy’s favorite daughter But now it seams you left me with my head
Truth is I’m just another woman forced to face The crime of a close friend Truth is where I come from everything is allowed except peace From hookers and hoes to junkies and crack babies From victims turned murderers To
I gathered insufficient number of perceptions, because I put them into old bottles. I walked an endless distance from this permanent peak in the desert to the other camel hump. Is it progressing – It’s not in my hands. I’ve
Whirling discus thrower controlled precision, spinning presence concentrated energy coiled awareness for that one release Watcher sees and knows at the moment of letting go this one will be good same dynamic for shot putter, javelin thrower conscious complex actions
I am tired of my rants like a millions hammers pounding away in my brain constant chatter drowns sanity expectations love and affection comfort insecurities and misadventures regrets lost and found a million lives not lived what could be and
From a subdued, quiet daughter, To an unruly boisterous teenager, Accepting the transformation with a straight face, Whilst, trying hard to find my space. The hectic turbulent college days, The intermingled greed for love and appraise, Wanting to be a
I was born with an amulet, my love does not die,it has no birth either. I have thousands of aliases, nicknames galore— I roam in timeless space with assorted bodies. You can see men in dark, so I live in
The man who mistook the money he made for time with his family the intimate touch of the edge of his desk as it dug into his butterfat belly when he slept every night embrace by his tooled leather belt
She was a flower, Blossoming in each direction she stepped. A flower tucked in a rose woven sweater. She grew thorns to protect herself from those whom sought to misuse the essence of her beauty. The spread of her fragrant
It was haemolysed the homeless night. Flagellation will bring out the truth. The bloody kerchief was thrown on a crowd. A new comet was sighted. Dust and ice were near the tears. Sun was rising. Something fell in the lake.
As I descended on this Earth, You were the first male face I knew after my birth. You nurtured me with your deep insights….. Though, I gave You troubled times and sleepless nights At times, when You straightened me, I
It is dancing on waves, Like my mind of thoughts, For survival, Let me reach, At thy beautiful land, Nolhivaram, my land of Livelihood. Thy son, a skylark of Maldivian atolls, Never in touch of earth. Praying thee always, Making
I can not move, so my inane soul Lumbering on grass bed, wonderfully separated. Above me the scorching June afternoon Tearing apart my very self, baking my budding marigolds. Mine fettered hands with numerous wants On vain quest of fetching
Noisy earth till nearly midnight Carries me to an aimless fight Unreached hope in head weight Puts down and thinks for light Forgotten, promised things come first Regret alone since it has not doubt Voice of mind would claim for
Look at the sky It’s rather black in October— a ruse that it’s about to rain when it’s only threatening not intending to do any harm or good whatsoever. Look at the sky keep watching tarry a little, until your
Two score years down the ages, the day was just like the one before; the Sun rose in a solemn brilliance just like the day before, but with a peculiar aura: beaming with an infectious brilliance Thus attracting everyone and
Falling from the sky our memories of pain, the time you cried and fought for freedom, independence from me, the one who raised you cared and loved you, you meant so much, now I understand my past mistakes, standing here,
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