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Flicking through the paper an advert caught my eye, I hesitated slightly as I almost read right by, “Space Cadets required all across the nation” The job was made for me so I sent off my application. “Experience required” I
There’s a pile of wounded umbrellas overlapping in the derelict doorway, sure to be some kind of slumbering gorilla back there, grinding its gray knuckles into the tiles and broken glass. Hundreds of people walking by on market day, bands
If you walk straight under the shadow of moon, to the salt lake death will blow a long whistle. Everything was ruined in war of words. There was no peace in the heart, even after meditation, the mind drove for
That grave alchemy of cold fusion, of turning mercury into gold, makes me undone in a fit of anger. Punished before the crime committed, of saying no for yes, of disobedience in the face of a command, I am becoming
As the huntsman led her into these woods Deeper and deeper they fared He carefully whispered in her ear That only of herself she should be scared She agreed that once your path was chosen And you were too far
Yes, your name was sliced off from the impasse. I will stand with you to track the continental drift. How little I knew about you and the prosthetic words. Again and again I return to ruins, and the dust and
In the morning of summer, when life was lonely Sitting beneath the trees, and thinking about you My heart, my heart is lonely Still don’t realize you left me lonely In the morning of summer, when life was lonely Remembering
If there ever was a time, in some dream or alternate state A time where I was happy, where I didn’t hold all of this hate. A place without feeling this constant hurt, no regrets weighing heavy on my peace
The cold wind blew, dry leaves fell rain poured in torrents, washed off the trace of the past. Lightening struck ablaze, darkness died.. A storm still broke out, the chains of bondage cracked…. Thunder struck aloud, leaving the past dead..
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
Frogs use their backbones to leap I wonder if they sleep?! They never drink to survive Can absorb to stay alive Survival of frogs does need Global warming to stop indeed Prop it the frog to save Earth from the
You came into my barren world When I had fallen short of life With beautiful dreams ever dreamt of Filling colours to each and every dream of mine With the dazzling aroma of the shining moon With the soothing breeze
Living in a cyst, it would explore the breast. The black ethics goes beyond the bounds of mystique of non-movement. A while away a conflict comes out of the body. Melts into a face. There is no flesh, no skin.
I used to watch bonfires as the coloured fireworks glow I used to paint Elephants, especially the nose I used to play cars, but only on pavements, never the roads I used to watch things going fast but now everything’s
Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum” “I think therefor I am”. This is true regardless of our reality. Conscious of being is true regardless our reality, be it corporeal or digital. We may live in a computer simulation, but “Cogito
Her ashen face, Was forever concealed in her hand. The prospect of the land beyond the cloud, Forever being fantasized in her head. Alienation and estrangement consuming her. Many thought she was almost as good as dead. The ignorant blurs
“A Noseless Woman” Once I saw a wretched woman, She was badly mistreated by a demon. She was an unfortunate wife, Her husband cut her nose with a knife. For her there was no place to hide, She sold glass
Life has become a race where everyone are trying to keep up their pace, where there is no time to go into the waters,where the paper boats row Running the race busily for our lives like the bees in the
We joked it was the bud Of a unicorn horn Assured by the Professionals It would fade as The fontanels shrank Shielding your sprouting brain Cradled it against cold and impact Yet it remained Darker than a bruise Hard like
The Storm was fierce with deadly winds that pointed to a farmland, that once was filled with life, and love, a farmer’s precious homeland; but droughts had hit and done their deeds, and things began to die, and all the
Familiar looks, manners in sync, A slight acquaintance, a familiar hello, A warm smile and the mischievous wink, In you I see my good old fellow. Late nites and Long chats, Discussing life as it passed through, Somewhere amid those
On this so cold night Laying alone I ponder How warm the bed would have felt With you having in here. Your legs wrapped around mine Spooning, curves settled so perfect That’s why it’s said “made magically for each other”.
When I look at the 2 pair of eyes, I wonder about the perception. What are the adjectives used, What are the defining values? Given the negative light, Of a self-image, And the ka-ching, Ominously amiss, I wonder, if the
Her contemplation is blue, like Monalisa’s portrait; That smilingly caresses with her latent tears. Nobody knows, When She cravingly sobs and; Where she wishfully cries; And who knows? When, she’d sacrifice her next smile; Her every smile in love. Her
City lights so bright Alluring, fascinating sight Like earthly stars from afar A far away kingdom beyond par City buildings so tall Their peaks cannot be seen at all Grand cold concrete structures Stand aloof as if part of nature