Colours yet to fade off.
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You are the rebel
Incurable, Nor the head can be beheaded.
These poems
On my islet of lonely momentsWhere there had been-Rains of half-swallowedBones of good timeAnd flesh of evil desiresOn the stale shy platesOf insatiable hunger,And there lies an old mansionWhere dwell the strangeAnd deadly ghosts of my killersNever recognized and who deviseNewer tricks each day.
King Yudhisthira,
You were the firstThe first to wed me,The first to woo meinto ways of conjugation,The first to show me my Dharma,My ways of wifehoodMy moments of conjugal pleasureshone with the Sun that was you,of all my husbandsyou were-the softest at heart,the love off your heart flowedto my barren virgin soulthat made me wet withall the…
Leaders of these days are
art of faking made profession.
A journey of a youth
Stephen’s quest infinite conquers death.
The duster of time
All scripts-Bright, beautiful and shinyOff the shores ofOur hearts, where-There livedA pair of revealing eyes,A pair ofWarming lips,A pair ofBeating heartsA couple ofSinging skylarksAll through theSurges and tides,Suns and Moons,Autumns and winters.Aftermath ofA long war fought,The widow’s cryFills the eardrumsOf moonlit night,The black veils ofUnlived momentsInvite me,To the nuptial bedOf death and separation.Still the MoonShines,At…