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They lie about my looks, That I have horns, an ugly face, scary, That my haven is ever burning screams, burnt flesh, Yuck! I’m beautiful, handsome, all you will ever want, If its wealth, who can outweigh me? Luxurious houses,
Divide & rule is a common act in our nations, They say politics is a dirt game, though every day we experience politics, Allocation of resources been major politics, It’s a horrifying reality but we have politicians & voters, Lisa
A solitary moon rises, behind the seven veils. unattended by stars and clouds, between yes and no, desiring nothing. turns back through the centuries. The religion to kill, refuses to stare at the tainted fatality. lying sprawled on the burdened
It was night sin of domesticity. Dyed, I am loading the white secret of pain in the hollow of a mayhem. Till every blunder takes a downward flight striping the outsized image of a kill. His flames are now singeing
After my final curtain call when the stage lights dim, what will life hold to see, at the end of my show when the ink has dried, what will become of me? Clutching crumbling pen between trembling fingers of a
The week is nearly over and the nights are growing long, the verses turn melodious but the chorus names the song. The words sing out a message in the lines where they belong, the clock in the ticking corner is
When a rare thing takes place When extraordinary event happens When something unusual happens We call it “a blue moon” event Why so… Blue Moons are seldom there But Unusual things do happen Over which we have no control Over
Emotions and feelings traverse through minds of thinkers, Each of the moment spent on thinking paves way unto the goal of joy, Smile is the way once shared and expressed, Laughter is the sign of experienced felt and voiced, May
A bell rope secreted within you not some feeble metaphysics and not hemp or modern plastic more something like an umbilical pink-gray and kinked you feel it run through your parts aching in your Achilles like a misplaced wad of
That smell brought memories that were long suppressed and locked away in the empty space where once her soul rested. The muted vacuum burst into a dark nothingness. He had forced himself into her the last time their gaze met.
As the sun beats down on another glorious day, the blackbirds are singing in their sweet little way. The world is still and my mind is at peace, how I pray for this stillness as it offers such release. The
Their smiles were endearing, amongst the grays of life; Like a pinch of salt, Beauty sprayed their hall! They all laughed & laughed & laughed with their bellies arched, How capturing it must have been so many hearts pumping clean.
Satellites, rockets, cameras explore the space everyday some come back, others circle on like Tom, Dick and James Kay. Everyone wants to seek a lot, ‘what is there in the core, how can I have a space to share, and
Your Gentle whisper A beautiful caress Lasting forever Till our souls are put to rest Us dancing at the gate of our unfolding journey While wrapped in love’s sweet innocence Embracing the allure of your breathless sanctuary Enduring love; perfect
Look at the beautiful blue sky, looks like this celestial nymph is decorated just for us. Look at these fair and bright clouds, looks like they are motivating us to reach up till them. Look at these fierce plants and
We the highest of God’s creation we the knower of many, the holders of the eternal flame of knowledge. Universe still unrolling its sacred secrets. is it this pride which made us blind? so blind that no light permeates our
The absent moon in a tea cup without milk. Lips reaching moon like a reprimand. A spider’s kiss. Unmothered story, contempt untitled: Surface-tension. The speed of space in motion like winter smoke. The sun buried the snow in your eyes.
we are the innocent we are the saved destined for greatness beyond the grave never seek self to please nor that in fantasy grasping for all honesty we fall short yet we press on through the rocky terrain of faith
Found yourself yet, or running around in circles, finding a corner to sit, and think on what’s left, and what’s right to do? Took a dive into dark seas, or mesmerized by light enough, to see what’s deserved, or just
Sadness……recall of lost love often brings, With bridge to Heaven shattered down and gone, When healing wounds open to added stings, Or subjected to some, if once there’s none; An hermitage is sprung by heart distraught, Free from intrusions of
There’s a light in my garden, a light in the night. Giving light all around to make everything bright. I peacefully sit out there when evening is here, and wait for my gecko’s who come and play with much flair.
In an infinitely large universe Peopled with hospitable suns Centillion poets are writing verse! The law of infinite large numbers runs Counter to the principle of anarchy In which my poems are not mine! By way of an infinite hierarchy
Where thou are My creator and my god from the moment you knew I am never a second you unthought me my tantrums; you smiled my attitudes; you redirected you knew me better than me your love boundless selfless yet….
When I will leave this world, Leave many questions in your heart, Ever lasting tears in your eyes, Broken dreams in your hands, Sorrowful memories in your loneliness, Long wait in your days and silent legend in your nights, In
These days, as I wake up, an eagle sits on my window. ‘tell me, my eagle, tell me the tales of distant flowers, of dragons, of dangerous people, with beards, with spears. tell me of their loves and dreams and
Darkness shrouds the dying day, turning everything still but the shadows, growing they are now the undead, gliding towards altars for their daily prey. The silence is just a blindfold, the night but an illusion, things unheard best left unsaid,
(1) Poetry is holding eternity by its front curl, each time it passes through a transitory flicker. It is seeing all winters in just a refraction of a water drop. It is your face blushing whenever a firefly flames its
The sea that pounds the shore unceasingly, Gives wisdom to all, for whom it so brings, But naught it lays a word enticingly, As gem must be dislodged where so it clings; To know the passion of its heart that
Slicing the red velvet not drawing blood with your nails you walk on the body of compromise kissing the fleece of death. Untitled, larger than life unpresent, missed moments would take the revenge from no thing. The violence will end
The rain clouds rushed in dark rage Shapeless masses, swollen and drunk Sudden outpour of a pearly lace Raindrops weaving me a precious sight. Lo, from blissful loom, the warp of heaven Threading through each coconut palm Spinning live yarns
That kind of kiss and runoff. Why don’t you concede to the fraud? It was a haunted dilemma, kidnapping of a verdict. Dinosaurs were wiped out by a clean sweep of a meteorite long back, millions of years. Now, present
We meeting each other by chance signalled the romantic feelings to one other and we realised undoubtedly we were made for each other We are sure to be re born many times We are sure to fall in love each