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Goddess awakening, born of the sea In a burst of golden light a voice Spoken like thunder saying behold The apple of my eye APHRODITE The Goddess of love and beauty… APHRODITE, APHRODITE OH APHRODITE… Bend an ear this way
Some said she was very proud of her beauty but some say serving Goddess Athena was her duty some said she compared herself with goddesses some said she was a simple priestess according to some she was desired by Zeus
I shall like to live my life as a Promethean poem And steal to earth God’s most sacred fire from heaven! Which prosody, a psalm of echoes in efflorescence; Which beauty, its raison d’être, the extant of essence; Which truth,
जब भी होता विचारों में युद्ध कौरवों के रूप में आ खड़े होते स्वार्थ लोभ और प्रलोभन, बढ़ता अंतर्द्वंद गहराता निराशा का अंधकार, मलिन होती प्रतिबद्धता जो परिणाम थी चीरहरण का खुद के ज़मीर का जागृत हुआ विवेक कसता मन
(1) Over those houses, melts a cloud. Liquid lead leaks from the ceiling of our ancient skies. Foggy damns still come out of the land’s bottom, since a sword had ripped off Earth, which had been then bandaged by an
It was a dark evening, the sun already gone, clouds were turning black, only few houses’ lights were on, Rain had started, sky was ready for a thunderstorm. I saw in the street, a girl waking alone, she was slow,
Measuring mantra to the drops falling from tap a visitor to the abode of Khwaja suffers pushes from the crowd and yet remains thirsty: the Khadim promises prayers Gharib Nawaz feeds the soul he returns to the Sun City through
Our race against extinction. We all come from the same cradle. Though we think ourselves mature. Our childish and petty ways are truly obscene. We are products of our environment, fine tuned to fit the scene. Some are black with
Ode to Pablo Neruda There are poets of the day, the sun, the stones, in whose words, the world is a caged bird, that has forgotten its wings. They repeatedly tell us facts that we just can’t refute. And there
I am in love with the infinite space that you provide. The calm found after each second anxiety ceases to exist, revealing that all will be fine. An invisible duct of constant wonder. You never cease to amaze me. Your
He comes in like a buccaneer, tip toed Into her life, conquering her dreams Adding his own sweet hues and mystifying music To her silence, deadly and intrepid She wonders how each thought of his Gives her joy and brings
Get out, Outrageous fiend! Forget everything that was once there Understand it is nothing to wear Constants now becoming variables Killing like animals; everyone inside. You shalt not see my face no more originally, I thought you a bore Understand,
May the best day of the rest of your life begin today May all those yesterdays that sought to destroy you be captured May all your yesterdays that meant you no good be found guilty as charged May all your
Wake up little soul and watch life go by, People coming, people going, Each day with a sigh! Wake up little soul and spread some cheer, Life is too short, To waste in tears. Wake up little soul and dare
Spotlights give presence, Showing the dark, When they illuminate, A scattered forgotten part, They glisten and shine being over watched, To deliver a message, The essence to become an echo of thought. Madness can linger, Even in the light, Sometimes
That is how I’ll remember you… With the dimpled cheeks and the cheeky grin. Forever nudging the awkwardness away from introverts like me. Laughing, cracking jokes and discussing the likelihood of Trump becoming the next American President, all in one
A man cursed, can never bring happiness, a man condemned can never bring justice, whatever he touches, will turn to dust, whatever he makes will rot. whatever he desires, will never be his, whatever he loves, will get condemned too…
Those mountains, that tree, these rocks, oh what colorful leaves! I glare there I see gleaming that peaceful lake. Above high in the sky soars a bald eagle, a strong eagle one who shows pride oh my I see, just
In front of me are eighty-eight keys, Waiting in anticipation for music to be made. Gently, I place my hands on the ivory, And arpeggios and scales alike flow like a river. My grandmother sits beside me, Beaming like the
Sweetheart… You were to meet me by the beach… At sunset I waited… And waited… To while time… In your thoughts, I sketched on the golden sand… Your portrait… And waited looking at the smiling lips etched on sand.. But…
Was I sane? Like poetry infiltrating, when you were eating grass? And money was walking free. The hollow eyes had the moral authority to expunge the fidelity from the book. Are the blue needles hurting you, I was asking moon?
My mind is flooded and his brain is blooded. schooled to just Google the truth about the youth and the proof about the loot. The crimes of the times but we were not schooled for the crimes of the heart.
Waiting for you, all alone in the dark, Under the moonlight, with flowers in my hand, wearing a white gown… A soft wind blowing… Trees rustling… Stars twinkling… Hoping that you will return to me someday… Till then I will
Let’s fall in love Once again, This time, somehow Without the loss and The pain. Let’s meet up as strangers In some strange land, Perhaps as two lost, lonely travellers, and We could just stand On a cross-road Facing each
A sky naked without clouds Is no fun to watch and spend time Shapeless clouds floating around Makes the sky to be filled in charm People’s mind is just like a plain sky Without dreams and hopes at infancy Mind
Were you ready for a virginity test to cross the umbrella of harpoons. A chilled moon will welcome you after slaying the hot sun in the valley of gods. A schism scoops ignominy. Seeing the lights which were not there.
Tear these eyes out of these tired circle of bones, make them see beauty hidden beneath the frailness of lost perfection. The doom so seductively draped in velvet only to offer to the life dance. What I chose is whispered