And waited me long
For the flowers
It would bloom
but night after night
I am deceived
My only fault
i am too much indulgent
with cheater hope
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It is not rising on the topNor is it crushing down of me to the groundI did not fell in love eitherNor is it a breaking up of any relationNeither had I broken any ribNor I smashed my headI was in smooth sailing in my lifeNo subtle or no magical wordsNo extra ordinary puncture of…
To get life some surprising wonders
Should they keep them in bottle tight?Or should they bring them out in daylight?That’s the puzzle they come face to faceOver them the more they think deepThe more they become thoughtlessHelp they ask and life gives them a boxIn wonder in the box they find lifeSince then in the mediocre-peripheryThey bear, they grow and they…
In my life
Such a thingCould be so muchCunning!They came inTo teach meTo be unworldlyBut secretlyThey were too much worldly.If to be worldlyIs a sinIt is never more than a lieI wish not to do sin in multipleHere the preachers of the unworldlyDo sins in double.Flexing my muscleI declareIn front of them‘’I am too much worldly.”Being an unworldlyIf…
I know what you look for
In between the linesAnd beyond the wordsPerhaps you knowIn search of the sameI have readThousands hearts and mindsBut could not findExceptA few moments of excitementAmong the million most poetic linesOtherwiseI could have told you ‘that’ alreadyAnd I knowHow you feel my agonyPain and angerAs you bear the same sufferingLike that of meIf we get or…
Among flowers a green leaf
Flowers are dreams leaf is lifeWords are waste silence is loveAmong stars the moon is aboveStands over head with honey spoonBelow dancing the poverty croneNo morality no humanity, might is rightSome lives in luxury some in plightLove is wonder life is a miracleDestiny is mystery fate is riddleThe blood of the poor is sweeterThe same…
Today I heard the sound
Sweet and melodiousMixed with delicious fragranceOf the celebrationOf your tactical neutralityComing from your houseTo my nostrils whileWith my blood stained handsI was counting dead bodiesMy wailing give you a loud thankFor such a perverted showAnd neighborly attitude!