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Ignorant of limit, free of bond Virtuous foolishness, night-less dream All pervading, all purifying You are the pounding of the heart And the gushing of the blood You are the pain of separation And the exhilaration of tryst The sighs,
Life, at times, is full of irony, People talk roses but their deeds reap weeds.. Oh yeah! On one hand they pretend to be mascot of peace, On the other hand they don’t hesitate to suffocate anyone else’s speech. On
Justice – Injustice, white and black, One is a blessing, the other is fake. Injustice is a deadly snake, Justice is like a beautiful lake. Justice nourishes the roots of society, Injustice lives in an immediate priority. Justice is the
I, with my simeon mind, find myself doubting all that you are with your body wrapped in humble rags, bound by mortal ties while upon the cross you rise above me in fearful symmetry Your truth, your love, your faith
On a day icy-cold, snowy and serene Glancing through the window ebony-framed Stitched a silk scarf a genial queen Prickled when she her slim flat finger Three blood drops fell upon her sewing Gave she birth to a girl ”Snow
Along the way to Washington, a red Indian is still holding in his hands his scalp and a quiver filled with stock exchange, while not comprehending why European prisoners carried old Athens on the ship of Columbus and settled at
She falls in love with you the way you portrait yourself.. She falls in love with all the fanciful words you used to describe her She falls in love with you whenever you tell her that she has a virtuous
When my self , apart roams , My conscience recalls madam Marcelene Gomes. My teacher at St. Bartholomew’s school, Who taught us the virtuous rule. A fine and devoted teacher, Humanity and spiritual preacher. A woman of strict conduct, Employing
Among all there is a wholesome son. His name, we feel pride in, Shauryan. On 20 November was the jewel born. So precious that all want him as a pawn But parents not ready to give for scone. Without looking
Quintessence of beauty, you rule every heart, Queen of my dream you are, my loving partner, Your quixotic gestures create stunning energy, When clouds are thundering to strike our love. Redolent air surrounds you ecstatically, That inebriate the soft heart
The allure of ‘what ifs’, ungratefully moves, outside her niches, to break or make a dreamer’s riches; Her sweet fragrance to clog the air, O mistress blind, lovely and fair. Walking his truth, his ground unmoved, so the clouds of
Blender of black and white together, extremities, that never wanna meet ever Now became an existence, have an exclusive type of resistance Are you able to find ? more is black or it’s white How can one keep forever, the
Upon my visiting a steep rocky hill, I saw her- strange, candid and very simple; Falling apart from the lip-stick beauty; From insane odors; from the tog’s divinity – A natural doll, she’s a spirited jill. The rustic cast was
I don’t belong to me, to you, to her, to him. Who are you, I ask myself again falling in love for a tender shoot, uncoiling under the debris of unfaithful corners? I was watching a small birdie hopping against
A beautiful and sweet girdle Collecting it is quite doddle Counting is like a hot fettle Touching it is a bit brittle. Let be the Geeta or the Bible, Let be grapes or pineapple, Importance of money able Is not
There is not a space left to withdraw, For the eyes to draw respite From seemingly cornering stares That seem to hold me tight Not more intrusive than a sweeping fly That rests to tinker the open savoury A thought
I do apologize Giving you credit on your day, Mother You’d think you fell into oblivion And to memory you come occasionally, Mother You’d think the stream of my love From my heart stops flowing, Mother You’d think my eyes
She was a traveling soul. The galaxy resting above her nose. I’d sit & stare. Wondering where the stars would go next. Both young & in love I let go. Tracing together swirls of color. The planets all together aligned.
Living against the food amnesia gold bricks call for austerity in passage of the hunger. Canons hanging in their necks it was the silence of death. Whispers were floating in night. The bodies will free us from gold cure, tasting
Pearl – drops on your upper lip: heat – of a stand-off between inside and outside. More spiritual I become forgetting the black eye, I want to go back with empty hands. My home is far away, doorless, roofless, where
A quest for celestial insanity brings some comfort. Somewhere the script had failed. Only man was not responsible for the exiled sun. No longer the earth obeys the numbers. Wait, my mother I will enter into your bones and increase
Absurdity was waylaid like a black swan on the grass shaking a leg. A child walks through me antithetical to scorched life of parallel egos. Austerity was neither present nor absent.Volcanic ash was spewing on recti. It was drifting, the
The hot, impartial, clean rays of the sun are falling on all things, equally. Their impartiality is questioned by the small shrubs and grasses, growing freely in the dark homey shade of the big, proud trees. Who are soaking up
Peering through the Winter glass, Blinking in utter disbelief, Realisation of what the focus sees, Pointed, high heeled leather Female shiny adornments!! Agony ripping through the soul, Pain is indescribable….. Aching heart of crumbling dreams, Anger, fury, covering the screaming
One, Too many firsts, Two, We got sand in our shoes, Three, You wanted to keep seeing me. One, trigger word for gay beginnings, Two, times with denim jackets and black bottoms, Three, Popcorn, jelly tots and prawn tempura sushi.
When roses bleed thorns- it’s time to prune them. Waiting for seasons to change- is like waiting for silence to resolve- conflicts- a game of pride and rank. When roses bleed thorns- thistles outgrow the rosebuds; until color is lost
Like every morning, he has just returned from his office and is right in-front of one of his roommate and so called friend’s lappy’; Going through all previous messages sent by her on Facebook. No doubt, his life has been
‘GANDHISM’ – an eternal truth of divinity, Found in all human individuality ! Struggle is to ‘Experiment’ & find in yourselves, It is not hiding anywhere else ! Empathy for the last one, Is the ‘talisman’ for the ‘Sarva-jan’ !
I thought I knew what was best. I walked away as Jesus was calling instead of granting his request. I closed my eyes and ears to what was taking place. I felt there was no reason for running this race.
I was all alone this while in search of a real friend As a routine,heart wanders back in time(s) Awakens the memories in my mind; Back in the days..that cheering, screaming and yelling I never remember that day, when we