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Words are mighty weapons, They lash you like a whip, Cut like a knife, Slicing you into pieces. Pelt you like stones, Making wounds so deep, They leave a scar, Forever in the heart. They pierce you like arrows, With
Poison is a woman’s choice, When it comes to dealing death. Those able hands that ladle love, Can dribble death in dollop; Amative breasts can often sting, Bedaubed in aspine wreath. Poison is a woman’s choice, When it comes to
O ! Mahatma Gandhiji ! How powerful Your weapon ! More powerful than , Ever , ever made. O ! Mahatma Gandhiji ! How destructive your weapon ! More destructive than atom bomb , That destroys in total. O !
Give me a moment let me discard your misery. I’m all conviction now so don’t you worry, I’ve attained salvation in the midst of luxury, My voice is loud but my words are empty, Just follow me and cleanse your
Death; The Dealer of the final deck of life. No hidden agendas, just a cold slate to wipe. With hand and sword or with rock and stone, with shaft sailing deadly through grey skies, alone. The smarter the weapon, the
When our mind becomes vulnerable It marks the incidence of fear We are petrified of everything A mishappening seems near There is a conundrum inside us Life doesn’t seem clear Fear engulfs our thought process It takes away our wisdom
Heavenly peace is not here we say, But that’s not true, Strong people always dominate a prey, But that’s not true. Like fingers are different though reside together, We all are different but made of same leather, Laughing, loving and
When life deepened and words rose to a mystic high , When solitude became a beauty and deep inside could not understand if pain is a blessing or pleasure a boon , when wind whispered in ears sweet nothings ,
Oh woman! Oh mother Abused beaten thrashed facing all torture You are not less than mother nature She gets disfigured scarred by her own Yet once in a while out comes her fury You behind that brave smiling mask From
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
Love and beauty play hide and seek Up and down mountain and peak When every thing becomes so bleak Through all the days and through week Sadness of beloved take very many faces Different designs with different basis At times
Sit there, arms folded about your knees Sit there and sulk And still you are beautiful even when your mood Settles on your face like bad makeup Your glances dance with the fire of your anger And your tongue spews
As these eyes close in prayer Earnest and desperate, hopeful yet scared Despair overcomes hope And anger subjugates faith as I wonder Where’s that spark that sought a miracle? That blessing that shunned all gloom And faith that defeated all
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
… he crossed the border The great river bed with cold water whispering on the pebbles and the distant mountain, snow-capped, steep and hard to reach in black fatigues, no automatic weapon, good army boots, a polished buckle on his
She builds booby traps from paper clips And ration cans while her GI lover Blows smoke rings But around here a confession constitutes A conviction even if your mouth is full of gold And yet she admits to nothing But
There is no moon. The quite surrounds us. The sound of a footstep Floats across the wire. We hear noises when dark. Nothing to fear, need to relax. Frank want’s to know, Did I hear a noise? Knock it off
When I walk out in broad daylight, I am immediately handed with “Stand up and fight” brochures, persuaded to download the Vithyou app, begged to join self defense classes to combat the raging thirst, of uninhibited audacious beasts. I am
The golden pot of Education Education, education, education This is the most powerful weapon one can use to conquer the world. In the modern world we are living in life without education is just like a veld without plantation .
Insane I turn around an amputee to live, for not living fighting the inner war speared, lacerated, like neanderthal in cave my weapon the serrated moon cried in fluted dark a glimpse of bare bones the ash of a bleeding
Precious pearls are thy teardrops Whose price exceeds to infinity. A weapon as mighty as a sword That can be your greatest defense till eternity. When salty water run down our cheeks The anger in us vanishes, A way to
So many tethering smiles around, They are none compared to what I once found; Your love to me was like a Gatorade, As I considered you as my all time favorite. It was a magic that I experienced once, As
My fellow Americans, The hour is dark. Hence I stand before you With a heavy heart. Something is coming, Something man has never seen – An attack lacking precedent Within the pages of history. As you all well know, We
The setting sun had kindled the sky with oranges and reds Wobbling her way through the tactless crowd was a demure girl Avoiding the condescending eyes of the monsters upon her she tried to escape from the brutal reality Yet
Let your voice be your chosen weapon. Not guns that cause destruction. Pursue objective through negotiations, Sorrow’s not a solution. Speak, do not become destructive. Stop destroying and burning buildings. Respect life; don’t take it from others. Drop your weapons;
Hatred as drizzle, Chisels at human souls. Contrives a crevice to separate them, Deceives and ensnares its surroundings. Fear and heartache are its weapons, Vindictiveness the float it parades on. Discouragement its cathartic instruction, Defeating the strongest of men. Wears
Shylock and Portia, in a court-scene, One to shed blood, and the other Not to shed blood, on one and the same condition, To be true to the court, in favor of justice, On rules and regulations, against Antonio, A
It’s 9:00 on a Saturday, I’m at my PC, wasting my life, Surrounded by empty snack packets, And by the door is an empty pizza box. Life couldn’t be better. Bzzz… A noise. Punctuating my silence, my fixation with my
A symbolic undertaking, A torch that has been passed Divinity materialized in your eyes not for buying or selling This life you have granted me flows so fast Stories shared through the years, A generation is for telling Grace in
Earlier I was looking at your picture with amazement How could I have been so lucky to have been your mother? To gently guide you through the years there could have been no other. Looking into your eyes, is like
Night is cloaked beneath a shroud As moon does slip behind a cloud Camouflaged, his darkened face Patrols the perimeters of the base Laid low, like snake he slowly slivers As cold night air does make him shiver And yet
People use your business as a weapon, that’s why I’m a private person. I keep my thoughts in my head, so nobody can’t say that I said. I keep people at a distance, because too many people is an audience.
Walking in, the bedroom smelled earthy and human a fog of earwax hovering over the thin, crumpled pillow gray-green unwashed sheets. there were no posters taped to the dark paneling that ate the light and hung like poisoned chocolate. there
A green smoke was rising to ferret out the elusive pain without body. I went in search of fidgety words to patch up the conflicts of flesh. Bold as Passiflora, Crucifixion was complete. Today a gift of obeyance will arrive.
Fallen men the perpetrators of unspeakable crimes are doomed to suffer in silence behind the bars of infinity even as fate creates a mirage of redemption they are fooled to believe that they can embody a mortal lead a full
And as I look into your eyes; I don’t know? inside — There is a friction, defined my feeling as attraction. Then, I sought your attention ’cause my heart is full of conviction. Indeed —- An emotion — To break
Nihilist: Being observed, makes you feel undressed, naked. A linear, ramp rage rises. Pieces of time fall in your mouth. You start behaving erratically. Hawthorne effect? You know how sharp, stout are the stings? Testicles shrink. The unrelenting zero burns
Fiendish and gruesome phantasmagoric denizens Dwell deep inside subterranean vault perform an evil dance Haunt psychic landscape with imaginary (yet realistic) Gargoyle visitations that cast a macabre trance Nocturnal unconscious invaders cavort and gallivant Disturb quiescent sleep with devilish and