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He lay asleep, a contemplative air, On the window ledge, in the warm morning sun. Seeming so beyond the reach of a care, And I believed all his worldly duties done. The world courtesies as it passes him by, As
I sat at the table with rotted drawers scribbling the April green drawing spirals with a French curve when sunshine was there drawing straight angles with the set square because clouds were needed too I learned flowers’ shapes by heart
hey feeble feathery flakes you keep sneaking into my space, your furtive group-attack tackling you, the skill I lack, once you made your way in chasing-chickens seem any-day a win, you are here, there and everywhere to my vanilla tiles
The waters have calmed. The kayak slips by, while the warm breeze blows light. The loon eerily sounds it is near. Sun drenched clouds ooze vanilla cream. The sunset throws an orange purple light over it all, the fish jump
Examinations is like a blain – It is like a teacher with a cane; Rules and decrees do clearly lain To discourage us purpose main. We are made scared and wane Many a times makes us insane Brain is trained
Upon the reflection of the glass, I stare I wonder will it last. The deadly silence out of me, the raging storm inside so deep. Calm and cool I’ll tell myself, to bench and press upon a shelf. Stitched and
Only a reminiscence of the love, the beauty of a feeling shared, A mirthful experience, days of undoubted happiness, Mutual bearing of nature, There when you avouched you would never leave, Those moments when you would hold on so tight,
Love is laughter. Love is knowing that you have someone to turn to. Love is looking at her and thinking she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Love is being silly sometimes, but that makes you love her more.
Few moments of life spent in your arm. Few seconds of weird thoughts caused no harm Few seasons of prolonged fights And a brief glance of beautiful sights, Are what I shall carry as a memory- A memory with numerous
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.
They were ready to suck the crowd. The child was pushed into lentil soup, boiling, to appease the rain god. Shining masks, the celebration starts; surging a myth, crown of hawthorn, hallucinating dance. The people lick their fingers, feast for
The things they eat, The things they don’t Makes us mothers mad Crazy as hell Yelling shouting high pitch Stressful it is sometimes but then What is worth is the fact These little ones will learn As time passes, they
Dawn wings glistened in the sun and the rain A story just rainbows can really explain, When silence is much more than the lacking of sound More an image of beauty that seeks to be found Where the sky meets
You start abbreviating the pretention, caring for the end of a perennial revenge – of slain truth, finding depth in arguments which will spawn more violence. Come my friend, come. Sit with me. Let us search together the solitary death
Whosoever holds tight God’s rope He does not burden beyond His scope Sincerity in adversity helps to cope A man with faith never loses his hope Oh my God overlook my blunders Only you save me from all thunders Your
You lean against the fourth wall, To observe the darker three. It is hollow in the ground, You find nothing to rest your hand upon, So you place a rough white sheet. You try it flimsy. Because the colours would
An exotic world,never dreamt off Mystified thoughts gone through Enslaved from earthly bond Ruthful darkness no more haunting Howling soul in search of other Found my own reflection over’n over Elegance of moment pulls me harder To prodigious circle of
There stands the moon For us as a boon, When down on this Earth Distances take birth. Different things around, Physically far on ground, But the same moon the eyes show That let’s the togetherness grow. Clouds in and often
Nothing I shall do, to be a wisher; No wishes to make. Never mind,my friends, The”Making Wishes” prose won’t run so long. A wish precisely persists as a wish all along, Until I’m propelled by the blowing wind of wish
I thought everything is forever lost, all my feelings buried and gone. I must have been cursed, I thought I never find what I desire the most. My broken heart was beating in vain, I knew I never be the
Two flailing oiled chotis slap me out of stupor. The Goddess arches out hinged at the pole, her saucer hands clasped below mine. A hooting call answered with crystal stare from wide apart eyes that grazes my shoulder, wounding me.
The mindless monsters of darkness have bared their faces in naked daylight; With the poison of wasps in their bleeding lips, they have concealed their hate under the tattered veils of empty religion. These ravenous wolves have thumped through a
Dreams. They could have been of concrete. Of bricks, with the mortar of motivation holding them together. They were once. But now, they are a deck of cards. A house of cards as a child would make in his spare
You are a stunning angel in a big bad world of doom-mongers. For all those that want much needed affection, you are always near You walk through hopelessness with your infectious smile While making all those around you, feel cheerful
A crowded room is such a lonely place, wear a fragile mask upon a weary face. Everybody’s here but there’s nobody there and there’s nothing to do except sit and stare. The distant sounds of joy and laughter drifting like
From pass the mountains of old The sun arose in vibrant shine Deep into the ocean and lakes Through trees of thick and dense Into the abode of sleeping souls Waking thoughts into boundless life To tell us of freedom
What a world , what an amazingly strange, vicious, painful , wondrous , unfathomable , somewhat magical , sharp edged , self destructive, confused and forgetful world, What an unappreciative, materialistic, selfish ,savage,punch throwing boiled up , yet chlling World
There is so much vividness in my mind and yet so much confusion . The animations that are racing in my mind just can’t find their way out. All the emotions which are absorbed in my hormones are unable to
Watching as half my existence has passed And all that is left are memories, that on my brain have been cast The rest of my age will find strength in autumn and winter remembrance As I wander through the freshness
Mother’s a sensitive heart When the child gets out of sort Mother, blessed with sensitive heart grows restless and sustains pain like one wounded by darts A mother brings up her child providing it nutritious meal And inspires to conduct
An aged photograph of a relative with her cherished daughter, sitting by a calm, placid lake on a sweet sparkling spring day. Wonder, joy, and amusement filled both of their unblemished, youthful faces – A family beginning its nascent, hopeful
Another evening with hues of red merging into blue, blue morphing into grey, Grey turning black marred with tiny specks of silver I sit and watch this metamorphosis my eyes lusting for a streak of silver; a falling star –