that shabby yet salacious; free market of ideas…never awaits menor I welcome it’s presence,within my pure artistic agenda…On a stick I buried in sandI hung for you;To watch wavingLike your national flagPrinted on a polytheneNever to decayAnd yet to fade awayLike the scent Of her first kissThat could more than onceMelt your heartIn it I’ve saidNo awards or accolades ...
It propels from morn to dusklike wings blowing the windcutting through the particles of Memory-dust Whilst rotating in a slower pacefrom jolted birth At the left most endthrough the center of happening youth till it reaches the black melted death at the rightmost endEase, peace and bliss Spread like the soothing cool breeze all around the worldChills many a soulcomforts ...
I stuck out mineto grab, hold and shake yours -_-Those hands I've never held with lust.Even out of intimacy, I've held them precisely twice....After ages since we parted Yet again we metDressed... formal The presenter.... and the volunteerThe tag tugged to my white shirt said,"Research Conference Support staff"...Sorry I'm not sure... whether I wore it or not.Your face told ...
Alas! at last, I beheld a silver line.Amidst the heavy clouds of gloom, and pain that has cracked with grief. the tears with torrents of booms, like the showers poured on and on.In the glistening silvery light, I beheld a golden shadow.Quite a site it was, I eagerly yearned to see,With those ever dimming eyes, of a withering dithering ...
To a thirsty soul that was stranded in a heath,It was a ‘fairy’ that brought a modicum of mirth.As the care and warmth was in a desperate dearth.With a soothing voice she shook his earth.Foul was fair for this sinful bloke,Hence she declared her parting with a stroke.Struck with grief for the sudden thwart In a slip of a ...
Crimating“I”***Breaking News*** Here’s a news, that we just received.The world-famous, well-known “I”;The intimate friend of both meek and mighty,Who used to creep, into every soul in search of ‘things’,Has been found in an incineratorAttempting to burn ermmmmmmm…..(What should I say?Himself or herself?)‘Whatever’….. alive.(“I” is a word…Then what am I reading?Gosh! I even can’t think without “I”…Let alone reading this!Now ...
I’m ill and on my bed,On this Il full moon Poyaday.Through my window, my weak eyes view;The full-plated full moon shinesOn the background I hear, a discourse on TV.A Buddhist Bikkhu, a professor of Pali and ‘Buddhistteachings’ Teaching the folks ‘How to meditate propperly’.Occasionally disturbed by a presenter, a desperate mimic of ‘Britchis’(British) accent They dissect, examine and critically analyze,Each ...
A knickknack box With a leech on its flap,A horn of a foxAnd a crumpled cap. A five bucks coin, A plate and a cup, A thong for a loin And a mat for a nap. Food and shelter,Lust and life.All in one With luck and strife. Simple tastesOr thrifty livingI know notIt's a stealthy viewing The pilgrim of SansaraComprises these,Myriad SankaraIn different degrees.
Hidden among the lost livesLied living lies.Ridden amidst the cross fights Cried both sides. Ceased with a dazed easeLeaderships appeased Pleased with the leased bleedsTalks did proceed. The fame and names played a gameSans a tinge of shameThe pain and brains took the aim Never to lose again.
In haist to be in the Wild Wild West They cherish their dreams in force-worn breastsTo groom the groins of wealth with zest They nestle the nozzle for a blood-stained crest. The smiling lips betray their hopes,The craidling teats portray their slopes, The grinding hips resonate their tears While the scarlet sheets emanate their fears. Bends and curves plus hills and fallsMend ...
The long awaited moon Has thus taken its seet In the starry sky Right above our room My lovely young brideAlong with her prideTakes her timeTo show me all she's got. The stage is setThe eyes are metBut alas! I fret the night ain't perfect. I can't align My mind's designWithin her figureThat lacks more vigor In fact our hearts Were the ...
The decision was yoursTo gently retireFrom your celebrated foothold In the "gentlemen's sport"; Your eight-hundredth wonderMade your mark to glow in gold In the ancient scrolls of imperial sport. We shan't forget The way you boreThe vicious stare of Darrell HairSo quietly and gently, once upon a time. Your innocent and affable smile remained the samein times of joy and ...
They've ripped their "crops"The "first" after those years of tearsFresh and partly aliveJust like their blooming hopes and wishes. While those happy hunters;The gifted earls of a blue paradise Celebrate their fresh freedom,The "harvest" loses the final struggleGradually as their territory shrinks. The sides have been flippedFrom land to the waters,from the runners to the swimmers.The ring of ever-shrinking territory. ...
"Neither here nor there"That's how it sounds like;That's how it smells like;That's how it tastes like… But does it really… seem like that?Does it reallyMatter to you? The outcaste imagines you mumble…"mmm well… not really"In your rat race you stumble And you lose the links you cherished so dearly. The mouth-watering carrotsThat your all mighty(s) hath hung beyond your reach,Hoist you above other ...
"Democracy is a mockery" Nobody can denyWhere? It's everywhere!Nobody can deny Leaches on the mattressesNigas in the sky-scrapersAll mighty whity fansRock and roll the nigas' cans. To call us moronsDo you dare?To say "Blame it on me"Do you care? You worry about some stones Are they mightier than your nukes?You query about Buddhist teachingsHave we slandered yours? Keep your assesOff our matters;Cause you were ...
They wait and pray for an unknown angel, An angel who breeds loads of pennies. In those picketing dreams they see their angelWith the jingling and glistening pennies. "The hand-to-mouth existence" of which they might have learned;Is the only option left for some.The others whose parents spend the pittance they'd earned,Upon those efforts with just no out come. With heavy hearts ...
