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The shift to vernal tone starts a standoff with eyelashes. A sickle moon begins harpooning the stars. The unorthodox microlove brings out a ciliated canon of faithless interior. The gods were going to become weary of snowfall. Punctuating the silence,
I give you a shoulder to cry on, endless night talks, lamentations & worries, I have made your problems my burden, support both emotionally & physically, These four walls have seen it all, love, worry, regret & the thief of
The days descended inhaling goodness Smothering Murderous Diseased and dark Mankind swallowed down the perverse evil and sickened Desperate for the emotions once felt No longer remembered That will once more warm and quicken Dead jaded hearts, The world was
The wait begins adorned with symbols for shadow to fall between hope and pretension. The moon will talk when the dew returns and clouds are hiding. He will come in a black cloak for a final assault with broken promises.
I did not want anything from The Almighty Sacrificed untouchable realization Which is symbol of myself And dedicated emotions, silence. I did not demand anything from the woman Allowed her into the corner of my mind Which is the center
Mundane indulgence for a prlonged state of agony in truth of fake lies and synthetic tears, bloated rendition of angels; the hate crawls out from the ruins of time. I crave for the musical instruments left in the room. The
Confused and wary like a spermwhale, you are nosediving; – through the shadows of terrible pain ejecting ambergris. Who was getting the bribery to fix the belly button? This was not revolution. It was evolution- of a stinking city. The
This was the pain through the window in humility. Cannot catch a break in rambling rose, carrying the dead crown of a tryant. The blindness makes a presence. People are bidding farewell to the bloody son. I want to come
It was a thorn in flesh before our fires met in midstream, the waterplant had become untouchable. I saw you lying behind a thin veil, like a prophet, in timeless agony. The moon had left a wreath for a failed
You are not the same You writhe in pain from limitless loss Eyes fixed on an untouchable point Thoughts have unrecognizable voices Happiness suffocates beneath an iced over pond Please come to the surface….breathe again But no answer from pink
May be the winds might know which way it turned, or fish might guide through that deep undercurrent. The flora and fauna of that desolated island, help unravel the mystery if it ever land. But with all the technologies, the
Life….This is not a fairy tale that we all dream of, fantasize or speculate it to be. Nobody promises us that, not even God. Life is an amalgamation, of those really fantastic, fanciful, sometimes phenomenal, remarkably awesome days and of
The fanatics are but a handful Let them not hold myriads in a fistful Let them not desecrate our realms Let not their tentacles crush us The fanatics are but a handful Let us defeat them in their demented schemes
The silent moment of an hour, The rustle of cool breeze round the ear, Commemorating the past, Escorts a smile on the face with joy bubbling in the Heart… Tests of fears and success, Bulbous all over the head, Spawning
Between she and he and sexuality swoops a gender patenting a word, as it is, at the birth’s door pretending to be a kiss of radical thought. Mediocrity always has an intentionality with colored plumage, a passionate dance before the
Why? we kill, without mercy or regret yet we are still somehow human with every strike of the blade, every pull of the trigger every scream uttered every drop of blood spilled soldiers thought of as heroes but nothing more
She went with the breeze,didn’t care what people teased. Narked,she told them please,just mind your own debris. Soaring like an eagle,she showed people her regal. They were filled with envy,but she was as happy as can be. Praising the lord
Standing on a sand island I was looking at the landscape of the aura of a lobbied avatar. The chill was spreading on the river unfazed. The sassafras had a logistics network to penetrate in the oysters, becoming grayish white
High above timberline on the fringe of a pristine alpine meadow in the dawning of a new wilderness day. The rolling bugle of a superior bull elk, reflected on this master bugler’s breath in the cool crisp air. A lonesome
How can this happen, this horrible thing Beyond comprehension, my mouth covered, My eyes frozen, in horrified stillness. Surely a person could not do this, Could not be this cruel. A fire rose swiftly in my heart. My hand clinched
I believed it…. The hate was gone… I felt so strong… Deeply deceived… That monster inside…. Still alive…. I’m chained to this grief…. But this truth is relieving… My darkness is peace… Under this smile… Lies the wrath of a
Across the coffee table she sat.. coffee cups between us. I looked into her eyes… coffee brown eyes. Our eyes met, talked, lips quivered, smiled. Time melted… we lovingly imaged into each others eyes! Time stood still Images in our
From behind the dark blue hills The Sun like a king in golden armour Appears in the morning sky Radiating light and life Down to the farthest corner . The dazzling rays descend Gracefully on the flowery carpet cautious enough
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.
Swamy consented to give interview to an Australian team of six men None of them expected such a stunning miracle that awaited, then Swamy outlined at the outset oscillating health of the mother of one of them Who too nodded
I wonder what you think Of the human race From your celestial pedestal Above time and space? In our lil’ world that revolves, How long have you been involved? When you peer out through fiery eyes, What do you see?
A wise man said, “don’t follow the money, Let the money follow you”, So I followed the latter, Wondered half the world thinking, I am flowing with the thoughts of the restless heart, Made friends, relations and emotions, Yet, I
Between rainy days Brought by the northern wind And days trembling Under the caress of the southern, I go for a walk with my silence. I was weaning to speak- The words have lost their meaning Since there is no
I tell you, there was something amazingly different about the way I felt. I’m no dreamer, psychic or seer, but there was imagination everywhere I paced the floor, wondering about the strong winds on a night so clear I could
Only a few can understand the melancholy of the Moon That shines different and lonely among countless stars But the flowers are always sad in the sunrise, sprinkled with tears After listening all the painful secrets. On this huge chaos