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Captivating eyes, yes eyes, those eyes, I gazed at èm, heard sound of drum, The day I was right in the front, was that just a hunt? First look, deep inside them, left me numb, Wonder why those mesmerising eyes
The once clean and pure waters of the ocean, Pure, What does that even mean? Where whales, dolphins, fish swam freely, With the course of nature and life. No interference by humans. The ocean is as beautiful as wild animals
By candlelight crooked fingers drew a face on water for the sake of sun. Night will tell the fate of flame. Smothers with Magnolia’s gloss. There was an eerie silence near the alarm clock. Time to wake up. The flowers
Time flies, gentlemen I know! Those days of pleasure and satisfaction Those moments of mischief and appreciation Those times of puberty and perseverance All those hours have gone But remain in the mind, to be remembered tomorrow. Those days of
Self-realisation does not come when you expect it. It is beyond being aware or understanding your situation. It involves radical thinking Awakening happens when you’re fed up And you want to break the vicious cycle Unchain yourself from what society
Her arm was left out the window all night clamped at the pit which throbbed her heart hammering to do its job straining for the tiny capillaries going blue about the nail beds her arm flapped on the growing wind
You came into my barren world When I had fallen short of life With beautiful dreams ever dreamt of Filling colors to each and every dream of mine With the dazzling aroma of the shining moon With the soothing breeze
I remember well that sweltering summer. Sky bright at 1 am, no breeze to blow the dark in, blackout blinds and fans whispering. Still sleep was difficult, years before whale-song tapes and Victor Meldrew. Though we had our own versions.
I’ve felt much worse, but when I realised how long I’ve been staring at this blank white page without having my fingers moving, tapping on alphabets like it does before when I want it to, I saw a man who
Like a whiff of pungent smoke morality hurts. The inner song dies in chorus of sharp tongues. Anger beats the wall causes no beginning, no ending. A naked shadow burns. The voice on the edge of truth jumps in the
My daughter’s face appearing in charcoal, her sunshine smile bursting from the black. Creativity soothes me like a drug, anticipating the heartfelt thanks I do not deserve. I will seem special, a façade, a falsehood, a temporary reprieve. The heightened
My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats: for I never meant to travel far. But to picture The little Mermaid’s adventures along the foamy edge of ocean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees,
Cake and custard, Bread and jam and mustard. Yum yum yum, Filling up my tum. Nice chocolate muffin, Big balls of stuffing. Yummy yummy yummy, My round tummy. Bourbon biscuits and custard creams, Sweet jam donuts bursting at the seams.
It’s time to leave Far far away from here Go away please There’s no need to fear. Your time has now come Don’t fight anymore There’s nothing to escape from You just need to let go. You must understand, I
A herd of Chicanos is on TV thanking some mike on a stick Complementing my all pill breakfast It’s time to write clinical sonnets to girls in biology The looming plurality of entendres hopefully penetrating their big hair They don’t
Jerusalem exults with joy: Behold ye Christ the King! He is the only true envoy Elohim’s. Let us sing The chants of faithfulness and love, True Love of ether high, Whose herald is the peaceful dove; Turn hearts to Jesus:
Love Insanity It has no beginning, no end either Only an intrigue the ‘is’ its synonym She laughs on that state of mine Become mischievous, I will turn over new leaf Limit!That even reason seeks its foot prints For prostration
Listen, listen to my beating heart It has learnt the expression art Hear, hear my bold manly voice It has learnt the speech to rejoice Look, look at my confident eyes They have learnt adjustment to rise Yes I have
when another (anointed as lady lucky) resident renter bequeathed her bed prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse slept on the floor like dogs dead tired from another day acclimatizing ourselves, especially when tummies got well fed and
There was thunder in the hut teeth clattered under the ground. Handcuffed you walk in inequality to qualify for hanging till dead. I may not tell myself what was happening to me. Moving in opposite direction the bird was able
Carlton the caterpillar loved to explore the branches of the trees, way up high, his days full of joy but like many a boy he dreamed of the clouds in the sky. But unlike his friends, his dreams knew no
Critical conscience is not an admittance of ambivalence, But a philosopher once said: “You threw a rock at my head Fred!” A road along a path is but a journey to nowhere, If your cart is broken by a donkey
December rain falls in her forest-rich, forest-deep garden, a different kind of house where time has slipped away. New year does not seem to arrive. Or is it a new moon every dusk? Half-resolute, I step into her poetic house,
If you can’t open your eyes and see the beauty of surroundings within you, If you can’t hear the sounds and hear the songs of the birds chirping, If you can’t smell the freshness of air, For you, I will
It’s close to midnight, My thoughts are taking flight, Averse to my sleepy plight, Restful sleep would be a delight. My brain decides to spark, to ignite, Thoughts cluster like a series of kites, Now I imagine pigeons in tights,
Think not You are Genius Genius are those who don’t think Think you do , when you don’t know when you know ,no need to think Thinking may enhance thoughts But thoughts need no thinking Always learn from what others
October evening besets on topping hill Dividing the cluster of hilly heads in twin shapes One in foggy spell another of lighting face with cloudy embrace. Behind the cloudy veil lies the snowy peaks Overlooking the hill church spire, old
People are more precious than things you own. Should not be picked up ‘n put down like a telephone. They can be emotionally fragile, so handle with care, don’t cast them off, ignore As a lost cause or beyond repair.