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The wasp makes its inscrutable plans multitasking cleaning its wings with its hind feet what must it think of the dirt stains ghosts of rainwater covering the outer window like hammer marks all its parts, segmented, moving independent while the
Darkness.. my cigarette end glows like a blood shot eye the mud wasp chirps the house rat scuttle by the shrill “Ge-ecko” of Geckos… a dog perched on its hind limbs sends out unpleasant vibrations picked up by its mate
I now see sadness on the pristine sand, In faded footprints, you have failed to make, More so that sands were once huge rocks, so grand, Before their fate, that only sands could take: To be the dunes, where dwell
This must be for real? gasped the yellow budded calyx That must be true. Answered the wasp. Time for me to lapse into another – those petals. But which of you is for real? Questioned the bud again. Said the
Motionless within the ambit of moon, the rain squirms and flickers under the street light in the vacuous silence of a monolith. A cricket walks on a cloud and starts the lightning. The urn was blind, fills up with grief.
Meaninglessly traversing into the havoc of vanity With a fake logic justified, Leaving the players into the deathly chasm. A Blue bottle game denying the soul of life! Two and two they say ten, And it is their game playing
You were trampeling on a wasp, when sprouts were generating Escherichia. Dirt. Romping around. How many corpses were there? Why can’t you tell the exact figure? Under the carpet the shoes will help. The need to jump from the rostrum?
Carrying my words in a small jewel box I was listening to silence of falling rain, to heal my truth. A blueberry moon was peeking from behind the hills. Crazy clouds started a celebration. Sometimes you want to stop in
Oh as delicate as a rose in full bloom As delicate as a multicolored butterfly Could this be the dream I dream of With both eyes opened wide oooh Makes my heart go boom, boom, boom… Every time you hold
Standing at the door of an empty conference room, I love the thought of what might unfold. The surge of energy that is about to pulse, The promise of deep connection that it holds. As we explore together and learn,
The anthropologist came a great distance to observe and study the recently discovered subjects. Nothing was know about them Nothing at all. The anthropologist was anxious to get to work to set up the study. The work would be intense
In those days, you asked me, innocently, ‘why do you love me?’. I answered with vague things. I spoke about our great, winding conversations, about your eagle’s wings, your sparrow’s heart, about your knife-like fingers, your face that floats as
No matter the ups and downs, Or the criss-crossing silver lines With the shadows- The clash of words and images And the confusions that reign; All drown when the notes play. Fade away when the chords resonate- With lyrics so
Wishing that sometimes we talked Time seems to take away All that matters to me It seems our love is afray Never the same The look in your eyes Can’t disguise Lies hiding behind the smile I miss the real
Give me the whole of a fragment, I am standing on a frozen lake of inadequate compassion. The totality of implications frightens. Look deep in my eyes you may find the plumage of the green peacocks. They are gone. Walk
The burial ground should not be a place of buried treasures The bodies of the deceased are all that should be found there We brought nothing into this world, and nothing should go out Blessed are we who die in
Her eyes were shivering a tear while the old year was shot she softly sighed ‘Happy New Year! ‘ And dried the tearful thought. Her eyes were echoing the heart its beating ten to one the counted seconds, whole in
Sing voices sweetly sing sweet voices sing. for all the earth is listening, to voices sing in spring. Nature dresses in a fresh new gown, with colors of a rainbow crown, sweet voices sing Mother nature is nurturing the Earth
The idea of peace and unity lives forever, And immortal freedom is everyone’s right In this universe we live in, All men and women are created equal, And good triumphs over evil, The secrets of the universe are within our
you hear voices through the veins of unearthed societal rampage a whole host of angels driving us forward filtered through the solace of my mind the tempter deals in the fade to black notion of reality we swerve to release
The sweet and suave sound from your lips is so lovely, Like a river sounds lyrically while passing on green valley. It fulfills my heart with joy and edifies the soul with divinity, I feel eternal pleasure, as if I
The new lousy neighbours, Their irritating chitter and glittery wear , Feel like knocking their heads off I swear , With those smirks and constant glares , Its 3 am , I hear hammer thrashing sounds , My sleep is
I will make amends with me today, stop fighting with myself. Unthinkable to live without pain, in war with suffering. Quietly cries the flame without sound. While night lingers on. Nothing was easy for a quick resignation of ephemeral tears.
If you walk straight under the shadow of moon, to the salt lake death will blow a long whistle. Everything was ruined in war of words. There was no peace in the heart, even after meditation, the mind drove for
She glides through air, though she is claimed by everything and everyone. Mind and matter are hers, for she is their fount. She has no name, but every name begins with and ends into her… She’s lighter than light itself,
You are the only song that I want to hear, A beautiful melody throughout my atmosphere, Your voice fills the darkness, its echo inspiring, The tune that I hear is perfect, inviting. As the shadows draw back and I see
World at my window, my window-framed world! You twist and twirl my giddy-headed breath awhirl! In sun and moon and rain you look in and walk on by; In shade and dew-fall and wind, you heed not my sigh. In
Sick of paranoia tired of absurd thoughts Constant grind hearing things assumptions being distraught If it’s not derogatory voices talking constantly about me Random thought will make me act quite obsessively Can’t shake the feeling I’m being watched all the
Love is like a green leaf innocent, delicate and soft tenderness of which brings a sensation of pleasure to mind Love is like a rainbow cheerful, playful and elegant with its seven colors nature gets fascinated Love is the first
Since the very first day Till now My feelings havent changed Yes i still love you Only i know what i been thru Waited for your reply From the night till the sky turned blue Never paid attention what others