I am surprised why silent is heaven?
Is there a treaty or a secret pact?
Is Satan now so much powerful?
And Nemesis is tired and deeply sleeping,
Dejected, unconcerned, no more wonderful,
On crying of women and children’s weeping.
But I don’t think so, because I know,
She will rise at last with death and destruction,
Satanic forces will face her blow,
For renovating the world and a new construction.
‘God has designed me to suck the violenceI have been sucking this poison, I regret,every time I was faded before I could suck it all.Alas! I am a flower so small! ‘I asked the blue wild indigo, ‘Why you are indigo? ‘‘God has designed me to suck the wildnessI have been sucking this poison, I…
He said,Ouch!She was a beautiful girl,Pain of beauty is pleasing,He said,It’s all right.It was a dark night,Of energy shortage,A slipper rode his old foot,A mild pain of a bulky old woman!Hell with you,Are you blind!She said,Ouch!
are we!Leaving behinda few foot prints,time never stops,I am reviewing,foot prints of the preceding years,and I have decided,to followthat foot prints of the current year,in the year proceeding,that lead tolove,friendship,coexistence,and,peace.I know during my journey to a dream island,I shall have a few friends only,so what?Even a single nice companion,a hand in my hand,two eyes in…
An acknowledgement of divinity,Tears of joy or a charity,Simply nature’s nobility?Sweetheart! It’s beauty’s amazing gravity.In my love, you may see it all together,Feel, how my kiss changes the inside weather!
I am a stranger to you,When you look at me,In the crowds of a gathering,You don’t smile,And you prefer to sit at,A place,Quiet far from me,When I talk to you,You utter,Just two or three words,When you see me on a road,You don’t wave your hands,When we discuss politics,You don’t oppose me,Your silence is painful,But I…
what the pair smells is not a perfume,what the pair kissed is a bitter poison.what my fingers touch is nothing but fire.Life!All the five pairs are ruled by the sixthbut it’s a singular,and it’s my heartthat is still hopeful,and believes one day you’ll be a reddish wine,with an appetizing smell,the music when I shall pour…
