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When the mind is happy when the mood is upbeat when the purse is full when the family is in tune when the friends encircle Then Life appears delightful A visit to the temple is just a formality God appears
The black beads set amidst the gold beads A jewellery, to be adorned eternally. Reminding us the promises we had made To keep the hearts, happy and hale… Amidst the feast, glitter, and flowers On a hustling, happening and upbeat
You want the girl that wears pretty flowing dresses and floral Vans. Not the girl who wears mismatched brightly coloured trainers With odd socks and jumpers that would be more suited a boy on the Nickelodeon channel in 1996. You
Once it touches it savors, A specialty or a perfect taste, A succulent prep it favors, Abhors that morsel gone waste. Inferno, when spruced with spice Addictive, when trickled sweet, Arctic, when met with ice, Articulate, when prudent and upbeat!
Those memorable childhood days are getting rewinded and I am now feeling an upbeat mood. Look like my buddies remained there while I feel I was pushed out far away Those mischievous friends, Those nerve racking games, Those magnificent swings,
One whom I know for ages wanted me to explain what friendship is all about Frankly I too was seeking an answer to it but stood helpless in asking the same Though I am unaware what friendship means I am
Good morning and welcome, this is the day, Your life will change, we’ll show you the way, We’ll work together to help you through, So you can do what you’d like to do. So many areas of nursing to choose,
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
So you play the Friend Card, Holder accepts no responsibility, So do you feel better? Do you feel friend-worthy? Treating me as an option, Does it stoke your ego, honey? Keeping me in your back pocket, For when the day
Lucky little seed, I pick you. To bury in dirt and chicken poo. I cant wait to watch you grow. Underneath the light bulb glow. Little sapling poking out, Standing up so strong and stout. I’m so very proud of
This poem hates you. This poem thinks you’re dirt. What does it look like down there? What does the ground taste like? This poem is tough. This poem is hard. This poem is hate. How does that make you feel?
The autumn breeze blows through the trees whispering secrets known to few from all of his travels in summer under skies of azure blue He tells of flowers smiling when watered by the rain and of butterflies kissing them again
Long ago When you mesmerized me by your delightful breathtaking figure I realized first time how close I was to scenic beauty I was infatuated with you by intoxicating smell of your body You would always carry mellowness in your
Let us go then, you and I… Let us go then… Tired? Surprisingly, we have been saying this a hundred years. It haunts. The hallucination continues. No, it leap-frogs. Eliot was dead before I was born, before we were born.
A golden cave was afraid Of a blue thrust. Hands were not able to console the mirror. Let us step back for a last laugh. You were talking to yourself when the canary was set free from the house arrest.
Sometimes it pours like hot drips of melted wax from a candlestick; your migraine. I wanted armistice. Untangle the lies, I am not in your firing line. The tulips in the barrel of your gun cannot forgive the bullets. There
If someone says good days will come I welcome But feel that mine is in-depth a shy welcome For that great concept all have to be in everything good Peruse individually elements of goodness we should Everyone must decide to
I am a warrior, fighting the battles of life’s challenges, tripping over the cracks on the sidewalks, drinking cold coffee, listening to sad songs, working on taxes, calling in borderline sick, and driving the combative zone of rush-hour traffic, what
In the solitary confinement of my mind, I have reasoned, recorded and debated A thousand times; over the reasons, And decisions that ensued. Of everything that happened And everything that never happened. And I have realised but two things. What
Driving my car across the country, numerous years ago, going to a new place, Changing who I’d know A loud bang broke the boredom and blue smoke filled the air, engine was A ’knocking, a sound beyond compare I rolled
Always but especially in times of dark, encroaching space, my hope alights and leans on an enduring faith in the human spirit and the myriad illumined pockets of kindness and enlightened thought. They are as the stars in a night
Wheels are in motion again – clank clank ! The gypsy in me is packing up, unsettling the settled. Starting afresh, no want for hope. No desire for sorrow, subdued is the word. Put my books in a box, pack
Belief will lynch all the vistas, one by one, for art of living, to break the silence of innocence. I will scream, when hurts bruise in temporal sleep, for man’s hymns of wheeled corpses wafting in eternal cliffs of truth
The elevator smells like a woman I knew for a day back when I wasn’t such a behemoth could resist the mouth-temptations of savor and texture it was a bar and I was under-age but no one spotted the guilty
When that drop came to see you my heaven was just that tear Just my conscience could smell you without the nose which was already taken My heart beat just stopped like the ruined clock in your room My legs
The visionary, Atlas, Shrugged his shoulders as he regarded The city of kings, Collapsed under its own weight. Remnants of an unachievable dream Haunt the few remaining halls, Corrupted and skewed creatures That feel no remorse, and The servant girls
If these walls could speak they would tell you, The tale of sweet girlhood Of wild hair and bright eyes Heartache and sacred ties Whispered secrets-too many to tell A purple wall and a cow bell Woes and delights in
(JUDGEMENT la JUSTICE) Couples fight and seek Divorce, in camera, in Court While Animals meet each other openly for Courtship Human beings need Lawyers to fight their case While Animals fight each other and settle the case Judges are appointed