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Murky was my soul, she came in like a sunshine, We walked on a clone aisle, our lives were divergent, ‘tween my acumen and wisdom, she was the skyline. Lost in her thoughts, omnipresent was her sight, Falling in love
Leaping with fearless joy as I begin afresh to dance You are my lover, not happenstance I’m watching and waiting to glean his gaze His winsome articulate amazing ways He’s gloriously giving and infinitely kind When surrendering living, his heart
In a temple without god, They performed a cryptcastration on a colossus, targeting a total annihilation, and liquidation of a beautiful saga. And then, layer by layer unspeakable pain was released. Nobody looked at my red eyes. Half dead, half
Oh the truth and nothing but the truth !!!????? What way of justice? does it say? should always bring the truth out why do they say then, that, he be given the benefit of doubt? who cannot prove his guilt???
Look away Transmission overload; Can’t seem to figure out my mind. I’m feeling home alone in time, Too late to find a bride. I have slept a thousand years; No princesses kiss to change my heart and wake me up.
Grand Rapids smell of burnt toast Moves like a pastel mall-walker defying Predawn blankness, sub-zero cold. The other stunned migrants sit folded In practice for the confined transit to come: Uncommunicative, unsmiling, unsure. Because small disasters are bound to occur:
They breezed past as air of life, Never ever to return I didn’t realise! ‘Moments’ that shaped my today, Experiences that enriched my way A fleeting childhood with siblings, A sidelong path to discover things, A raucous time trying to
Thoughts wander in my mind, but my vision ignores them. Words tangle around my tongue, but do not fall out of my lips. My fingers are intertwined around the pen, but my hands don’t write. My heart beats every voice
Well and in my great big book of life there have been many, many chapters full of romance heartbreak and secrets I’d never wanna come out and the death of loved ones that’ll always pain me but Turning the Page
That was the dreadful night when my world went upside down, Tough decisions were made but still I count, The smiles the sorry the vows that were so profound, It just hit me hard now when ever they come around.
Aye, the rose stands alone with subtle powers to atone solitude and faith, will behold love between souls unfold Sadness flees, hands clutch tears melt away, hearts touch lips meet, with a tender grace two people face, lovingly embrace Silent
“Foolish Heart” The reflection of ourselves is what we look For in others that is where A mere Connection is born whether if It is tainted wickedness or pure kindness Just the thought alone that we can’t remain frozen over
It’s not our divorce that sets my heart on fire. It’s not your betrayal that slashes it apart. It’s not your sarcastic tongue that condemns my humanity. Brutal memories of our past haunt me the most. Love comes with joy
Once, not so long ago, There were many many beautiful flowers, And the exotic winged butterflies, Fluttered around them , Almost in a state of trance. On one such occasion, A brightly winged butterfly, Saw a wilting flower, And chose
Started missing schatzi, longing for his next spree; I owe happiness, schatzi gives me – – – Moments rise still when schatzi is with me; Nobody has ever given the peace, My schatzi brings in me. We roam like niveous,
Beauty and love go side by side On an intoxicated charming ride The tide spreads far and wide Then how the fragrance one can hide Beauty pierces like a ray, like a laser Love touches beauty and becomes chaser By
Broken and battered here I lie, Seeking freedom from the unseen cuffs, Tranquilizers and sedatives heal me no more, Numbness is what my heart longs for, Numbness is what my heart longs for. Travelling through this barren lands, Seems ages
Caught in state perplexity and direction being sought Quandaries are encrypted with resolves distraught Let core instinct lead on any results don’t expect Oppress visible emotions sane logic try not dissect It may seem on contrary but winds get to
Among the herd, In the bustling city, Voices here Voices there. I’m unheard. With all my heart with all my strength comes a shout resonating through the glasses. I’m unheard. The voice within cutting across the wind scattered everywhere Oh
In my quest for Eternal Bliss I came to a Golden Arch, across its gate was written “No Thoroughfare” “Trespassers will be prosecuted.” I smiled I am love I enter everywhere!! in I went into a grassy land wet with
All by myself, Surrounded only by my thoughts, In my home, With no modern gadgets of communication, No WhatsApp, No Facebook, No mobile, No ‘virtual’ friends, Away from all, In the real world, With my animals and plants, With my
Life may be a pleasant journey for the moment but one is unaware what is in store the next moment Move along with Moon and stars and try moving ahead of sky you will surely leave others far behind without
Friends and good books, Worth keeping always, No matter how one looks. Books offer an insight, To one’s life. Friends pick you up, Give wings to your flight. Books light the intellect, Friends too make your life perfect. With books you are
When all the joys conspired to leave your heart, And turned all colors that you see to gray, Your dreams dissolved, each one, its every part, You were now strangers heading each your way; That road that faded on a
Draw close together despite all that’s wrong Draw close together sing Jesus a song Draw close together be united in love Connected together by our Father above When we draw close together the enemy flees That is how father planned
Like trees bend In the wind To protect the roots that hold The soil still and mold Be flexible Balanced spectacle Flow with the breeze Remain at ease Protect your steps Never collapse Flexibility is a must With a life
Like a wisp of smoke A dream returns to me. The memory, though fading, Brings a feeling of warmth. Two little girls, Playing in the sun. One with red hair, The other with sparkling eyes. I’ve traveled the world, It’s
Feeling a little more strong with his clothes all back on, Harry felt a bit more enthused. He didn’t open his mouth to ask what it’s about, But his mind was no less confused. Then they tied his arms with
She showed up in a faded dress of beige Quite decent, till the time when she sat down And then again when she has crossed her legs This time though, there’s no charge for what she’d shown ‘The clothing shortage
Blood moon, O, sun-halogenated bulb! Sublunary loons swear and swoon Your red blushes flood The late twilit noon In hot menstrual flushes of blood! But blood moon! In your earth-orbited race I think you run out of skied space Much