Poems Fallen Angel New


  • Space has all the silent approval,
  • truth will not multiply.

  • Another funeral takes place
  • in the barren field of lies.
  • Fire burns the life’s hopes,
  • while town mourns the death.
  • Sunshine bakes the eyes
  • but truth will not multiply.

  • Desireless peak of thoughts
  • sets out the smoke,
  • towards our homes,
  • trampling the shame, guilt and hurts.
  • We were still indulging in useless talk
  • but truth will not multiply.

  • Virtue has a unique impulse
  • a drone in the ears.
  • Fog was waiting for the sky.
  • The planet empties a bucket of sorrow.
  • I will favour the faceless name,
  • but truth will not multiply.

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  • In the quiet garden of Heaven,
  • one day I’ll walk beneath the trees
  • with the coolness of God’s Spirit
  • flowing more gently than an Earthly breeze.

  • In the royal kingdom of priests,
  • I’ll run barefoot on streets of soft gold,
  • overwhelmed by the perfection of peace,
  • following where angels had previously strolled.

  • Before the awesome throne room,
  • I’ll exude continual heartfelt praise
  • as part of God’s familial host
  • safe and secure in everlasting days.

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  • I was not capable of
  • contradicting the quietness.
  • A silent emotion was insulting me.
  • Forgetting the self-denial
  • I went for choosing the impossible.

  • Am I sick of myself?
  • The agony overwhelms me with mystic relief.
  • Here and now I feel the human spirit
  • outsmarting the gifts of revenge
  • in the eyes of past.

  • No hope of breeze. It is hot inside,
  • the spirit burning. False peers
  • were scoring with debts of darkness.

  • Tiny ideas crowd the mind
  • flying straight through the mist of anguish
  • I elect to be nothing.

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  • My thoughts halt at your lips
  • beyond lies your silence
  • to start a voyage in snowy dialogues
  • to find a meaning of futile life
  • and trash of the myths.

  • Our entwined life has chosen
  • consolation of past,
  • We are still alive
  • kicking and reveling.

  • A shadow imitates the God
  • meditates under the unyielding tree.
  • The fugitive may find some greatness
  • in insult.
  • The vastness of loneliness
  • ultimately takes over.

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  • Yes, the goal is to reach souls;
  • but at what further cost?
  • Unacceptable is using fear as mind control
  • for reaching those considered ‘lost’.

  • When not as an example of victorious living,
  • the principles of God appear to lose credibility.
  • If not demonstrating a God that’s loving,
  • then appeal of the Kingdom lacks desirability.

  • To berate skeptical souls with Hell’s threat
  • will deliberately cause immediate offense.
  • Salvation is not a game with souls to bet –
  • Offer encouragement to get off the lukewarm fence.

  • Our responsibility is to share Salvation’s plan,
  • not forcing people to immediately decide.
  • We are to be God’s vessel to reach Man
  • and not propagate the Eternal Divide.

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  • The wind writes a name on the clouds
  • and sun wipes out the letters.
  • This game continues daily.
  • coming into life after every death.

  • Exhausted I want to believe
  • and make up my mind to go
  • for a new birth.

  • The resentment has accumulated
  • all the life
  • against the futility of winning a race.
  • In the end you reach no where.

  • A void impossible to fill.
  • The years monitored, lay waste
  • something to die.

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  • Anxiety was touching the mime
  • I cannot hold a reality.
  • We were playing with each other.

  • The creation and hunger of living
  • takes you to unknown fields
  • I am, what I am not.

  • Always bluffing, puffing on the road,
  • counting the milestones
  • in reverse osmosis,
  • feeling proud of mighty mistakes,
  • talking to faltered ego,
  • going against the sun.

  • My climate merges with hot desert
  • A story reappears again and again
  • like a dried skeleton in sands.

  • How long I will run
  • chased by planetary fears?
  • Barbs pierce the tender zones
  • I see my own demise,
  • body floating like a flower on lake.

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  • Visionless is no way to be:
  • having sight, yet unable to see.
  • Soul’s blindness that’s dark and deep
  • indicates your spirit is fast asleep.

  • Use the Word to ignite your inner spark
  • and awaken your slumber by the Lord’s Light.
  • To have Life’s purpose and meaning for self
  • promotes character and personal delight.

  • Having vision is intended for all,
  • so get fitted with some new glasses.
  • Accomplishments are attainable, provided you’re
  • willing to use God’s Word, while getting off your

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  • I woke up clutching the dreams
  • in deluge of tears.
  • Night had a brackish taste,
  • the other side of moon was dark.

  • One by one the stars were dying
  • ideas were no longer candles in gale.
  • The final thought of liberation demanded
  • a tribute to partners in revolt.

  • I wanted a sunlit corner
  • in the blighted sky of hopes.
  • Instead of scorched impulse of a mob
  • injured truth, walking alone.

  • Give me a bitter fruit of certainty.
  • I don’t want to loose myself in fogs.
  • The truth must meet the lie-
  • alone, in woods of craft.

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  • Pardon my mask
  • I will put you on pedestal to torment me,
  • because you were necessary
  • for my existence.
  • When I prepare finally my death wish
  • you can smile.

  • Your eyes are looking through my head,
  • I know,
  • you were hurt from my moon face.
  • I will wash your feet with my tears now.

  • Exhausted, nameless in a crowd
  • I was counting my see-through triumphs
  • all piled up as burned out bones.

  • To live without meaning is very painful.
  • Everything is abused for self gratification.
  • Over a black sky, against the mountains
  • the old silence becomes teeth of a dead faith.

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  • Failing to understand
  • why our nation is great,
  • an opportunity was sought
  • by souls cowardly lying in wait.

  • Focused on pure evil
  • as they have continually done,
  • an unholy attack was unleashed
  • on a day now known as 9-1-1.

  • Via the destruction
  • of New York’s “Twin Towers”
  • the enemy crushed a symbol
  • of U.S. monetary power.

  • Beyond the resources to rebuild,
  • our country operates from a wealthy mindset;
  • so we can easily overcome
  • loss of life and some airliner jets.

  • We have forgiven peoples and nations;
  • we have helped the World without regret.
  • Justice will be eventually extracted
  • for a date guaranteed that we’ll never forget.

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  • It was not worth it.
  • Building of castles on the dirty roads.
  • Offering spiritual coalition
  • of unscented certainties.

  • Admission of reversing the course of river
  • does not exonerate.
  • Mind polluted, face dripping with fantasies
  • clairvoyance, but confirming nothing.

  • Quasi-tales mingling with facts
  • take you to summer of hopes.
  • You are not here. I feel a cheap anonymity.
  • Charred body, clayey hands building a tomb.

  • Frond unfurling from the stump
  • gives a clue, without plea.
  • Rising from nothingness
  • to unending nothingness.

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  • To become or not to become a renegade,
  • or to die or not to die for a semi-god?
  • These were some of the questions
  • thrown at an incomplete script.

  • What elevated you to a celebrity?
  • Your hump or deep wrinkled groans?
  • Age is abating, abattoir is empty.
  • Exile from the past is over.
  • When you intend to comeback to childhood
  • and become a simple star?

  • Behind the mask lies the embrace of death
  • I am afraid the flames will engulf,
  • the genius of pathways.
  • Everything will turn into obsolete gossip.
  • A patch of sunlight becomes a costly exposure
  • bones are entwined in eternal cuddle.

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  • We are wronged by people daily,
  • but to not forgive is unconscionable.
  • The Universal King had died for all;
  • for in eternity’s view, we’re pardonable.

  • He has given absolute amnesty
  • to everyone who has accepted Him.
  • Make no mistake about this unmerited immunity –
  • Grace’s favor (over the course of Life) wears thin.

  • Death is inevitable, and our spirits
  • this mortal frame will leave;
  • so take advantage of God’s condonation
  • to be granted a heavenly reprieve.

  • Human lives hang in limbo
  • under the penalty of death;
  • speak kindly of others and refrain…
  • From another wasted breath.

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  • I did not will them
  • dreams of crystals
  • a stupid calendar of flight
  • from insomnic past.

  • Do not want to return to future,
  • hub of my clouds.
  • History had been writhing and screaming.
  • Present cannot redeem my woes.

  • I ask my bleak, frosted branches
  • where the birds have gone?
  • The songs, green hills, divine particles?
  • When they will enter in frozen affairs?

  • Anti-matter is now colliding with black energy
  • I am faltering a rhythm.
  • helplessly watch a xenomorphic face
  • disappearing in the blue sky.

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  • I do not want to become
  • plaintiff or defendant.
  • Untethered, I will punish myself
  • for metaphysical nuances.

  • Sometimes a silence talks to grieving sky
  • about a fake truth.
  • The tears will never stop now.

  • Give me my freedom to cry,
  • to exhume the body of justice
  • and bury my future in memories

  • I do not sell the dreams.
  • Eyes tell it all.
  • History repeats itself
  • when message dies on legs!

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  • Challenges in Life are meant to be,
  • assisting us to reach maturity.
  • For our reaction to circumstance
  • marks personal growth beyond luck and chance.
  • Proven is our ability to learn,
  • expanding mental constraints as hearts burn.
  • Walking in upright, godly perfection
  • complements Jehovah’s desire for Man’s compassion.
  • The lasting goal is surely not religious fervor,
  • but moving past our fallen state of being…
  • Prone to error.

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  • The evening opens a wound,
  • a secret agony.
  • It neither heals nor gives solace.
  • The sacred whore who liberates herself
  • from the flesh.
  • Sun is pink and ashamed.

  • A crescent moon thought it was time
  • to step outside and find out the truth.
  • Night was willing to participate. She
  • wrote a message on the sky
  • as a survivor of a slaughter.

  • And now the paths of winds trace
  • a faded destiny of earth. It had
  • nothing to offer, till the god of hopes
  • comes in purple light and the jasmines,
  • open their dancing eyes.

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  • When insects were crawling
  • dreams had contradictions,
  • a sudden dropp in temperature
  • brought the quantum touch.

  • Ending of the grief
  • or grief of ending
  • rejected every intact truth
  • and death was trailing behind the candle.

  • Fear and agony were following
  • the footfalls of night
  • Blindness was weaving a broken moon.
  • The time will not be answerable for any plight.

  • Corners of childhood brighten up
  • for sweet nothings
  • I adore the fallen god,
  • he was inhaling the earth.

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  • To be on your mountain top
  • with an elevated view,
  • could my chances increase
  • for getting a glimpse of You?

  • Standing barefoot in your presence
  • before a burning bush consumed,
  • would your glory envelop me
  • as a spiritual womb?

  • Moses saw your backside,
  • but show me instead your face and eyes.
  • Having direct interaction with you
  • should cause my faith to be revised.

  • Conquering obstacles of Life
  • via a mountainous climb,
  • while developing a personal relationship
  • help makes the upward trek sublime.

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  • I tossed back the hot questions
  • before searching the answer.
  • Flaming torso of a limbless man
  • was seeking a place to rest his soul.

  • I inhale the death’s pungent odour
  • so opiating and so brutal.
  • Burning train chokes the windows
  • calmly, billowing the ebony smoke.

  • Cries mingled with whistling men,
  • haggarded infants were stupefied.
  • Grass was their pillow and stone
  • was the bed.

  • Courage was needed to write a poem
  • to fill the vast emptiness of a long night
  • without moon, when human torches
  • were throwing the light.


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  • Was it a spriritual failure of a man
  • to become an animal effortlessly?
  • and how difficult it was
  • to change the street’s crowd?

  • In the human drama
  • no dialogue ends. It begins again
  • and the hero replays the tragedy.

  • The fight between one versus many
  • continues endlessly,
  • like jungle’s law
  • where a body is thrown to beasts.

  • Though I have run out my steps
  • I will count the miles, I have to scramble.
  • My hands tremble when I write the
  • epitaph of a dying light on mount.
  • It is getting dark now.
  • Saturn will shortly rise.

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  • I will make amends with me today,
  • stop fighting with myself.

  • Unthinkable to live without pain,
  • in war with suffering.

  • Quietly cries the flame without sound.
  • While night lingers on.

  • Nothing was easy for a quick resignation
  • of ephemeral tears.

  • Again love opens like a senile gash,
  • a chandelier suddenly crashing.

  • Going back to old city, blowing the limbs off
  • I will find my house.

  • Trying to search a clue to the colour of wound?
  • Catch my style.

  • I will remain in your thoughts for eternity.
  • Was not I your hoary past?

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  • Young days start with a nostalgia
  • for a lost freedom
  • Anxiety was the prime suspect.

  • As the age moves on,
  • truth consumes the virtue.
  • I hold this insult
  • in the throes of conscience with tears.

  • The dreams did not last long
  • in the wild eyes of geniuses.
  • Grace and dignity fell short of sinners.
  • The prince of blackness strode
  • on the white souls.

  • I could not have been a witness
  • of paradox.
  • Lacked in the old books
  • I still wait on the highway
  • for a sun to climb the hill.

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  • Somewhere in between slumber and arousal
  • the twilight zone scoops a fistful of memories.
  • Atrophied limbs. Mottled skin. A cancerous face haunts.
  • Not afraid but I am anxious. Life has not yet ebbed away.
  • I scramble for sparks, my hands burn.
  • Very disquietening!
  • The severed bones in a heap.
  • They wanted to appease the goddess,
  • the gnomes were dancing in a circle.

  • The land, the country is breaking, sky is falling.
  • Run, run for cover.
  • I scream in a dream.
  • Are we disintegrating? Disappearing?
  • A black hole is calling?
  • The mega truth has been broken into myriad fragments,
  • We are now thinking in chips, holding our own mirror.
  • Show your mirror to your truth. Future is fogging the past.

  • Come hither my child of sorrow.
  • We are old tribe. We will keep our pledge
  • to maintain fidelity towards verses of sadness, evening, night,
  • stars and dust. The sparkles will die one day. Only the moon
  • will rise on the dead bodies. Where will you like to go?

  • Amongst the ruins, walking straight back to the treasure-trove
  • of ancient wisdom.
  • Wake up
  • Bells are chiming.

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  • Nothing to look forward
  • I return my gifts today.
  • Completely denuded I will spread out in emptiness.

  • I was nowhere in the circle of untruths,
  • the pain was slipping inside
  • and self-denial took its toll.

  • Nomad in exile
  • for the kiss of unknown
  • wandering in whispering streets.

  • There was no more remorse.
  • Saffron was the choice of pathos.
  • A collective suicide of pledges in the sun!

  • Parallel grief of desert and wind
  • offers the plundered toast
  • I drink to my parched lips.

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  • For the sake of lake, I climbed
  • on the weeping hills
  • to see the other side of moon.
  • The precipice of hunger weighs heavily
  • on shoulders.

  • Capricious time moves inwardly,
  • Strikes at the chest.
  • I set free the love-birds.

  • Conflict of trees tramples the grass
  • All summer the smell of dry winds
  • was scorching tear drops.
  • Every word was crying.

  • Dark in my city
  • I am wandering alone in alleys
  • of hostile homes.
  • The collective guilt of the flesh
  • blazes the mind.

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  • That is how I injured myself
  • desiring the right thing,
  • extracting the reason from charity.
  • I will now pluck off the rage, the silence,
  • the exotica from the frozen valley.
  • Words will become my foes swimming in your eyes.

  • I was listening to your questions
  • without becoming a witness; I was my own answer.
  • The time was revengeful. Show was over.
  • We were losing the relevance
  • and guests had departed.
  • We were becoming the walls of a glass house.

  • I dread my conscience, a terrible roaring in mind.
  • Does not allow me to sleep. Values were insulting me.
  • Falling like an old wall-paper; truth went unnoticed.
  • Peacocks were dying daily.
  • I am going to lose myself in the night
  • of a moonless sky.

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  • Distance was increasing
  • in spewing rage.
  • I yearned for a solitude of desert
  • sand and rocks
  • away from musty tongues
  • and eros.

  • Counting my failed attempts
  • to reconcile with exits
  • and slant hopes.

  • Like an eclipsed moon
  • plying over the hill
  • to investigate a shorn lamb.
  • Plucking the hair from a beautiful scalp
  • to become a nun.

  • Arthritic river brings back the waves.
  • Unreachable was the crest.
  • Today standing alone on the summit
  • I watch the dropp with grief.

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  • A humbling profession is
  • Biblical archaeology,
  • where people are found prostrate –
  • Searching for glimpses of Man’s history.

  • Forgotten souls and evidence have been
  • covered by layers of earthly dust,
  • as recent discoveries now include…
  • The decoding of Israel’s “Exodus”.

  • An eclectic collection of artifacts
  • of the “Hyksos Expulsion” have been laid bare
  • by Simcha, the “Naked Archaeologist”,
  • on TV’s “The History Channel” everywhere.

  • Proposed is a brilliant theory,
  • that spans a labyrinth of time,
  • while he employs computer graphics
  • to capture believers’ hearts and minds.

  • An unending excavation
  • of God’s Truth will forever last,
  • while we focus our attention
  • and gaze through… His prism to our past.

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  • A scented moon caves in
  • on a tree top
  • and solitude withers up in a seminal cloud,

  • It is good to be friendless sometimes.
  • Me and homecoming become synonymous.

  • We are ruined by familiar paths.
  • The mist deepens.
  • Not reaching anywhere.
  • I come out in dark to find the stars.
  • What will you do if the soul sneaks out of a body?

  • The wind starts a dirty dance.
  • A tall cedar scowls.
  • It starts raining,
  • fabulous as tears on an immaculate face.

  • Pull up the veil.
  • It separates the truth.
  • Do not filter the pain.
  • We may find a god.

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  • Walking on dead leaves covering the grass
  • to and fro, to and fro in solitude, hiding
  • behind the mask, pithy face, ideas rebounding,
  • a loaded eloquence, opening a diaglogue with self,
  • quietly bleeding inside. You are hearing
  • the sounds of winged carnivores who had been
  • devouring your brain cells. The time is ending,
  • death has no relevance, no respect for the survival,
  • insulting the existence, anguish overtaking
  • the joy of new born, lifted by a fog.
  • We are reciting the hymns now, lighting the lamps
  • to see the stains on the walls. The bronzed
  • sculpture refuses to come down from the pedestal,
  • afraid to go to a warehouse, to the lonliness.
  • A shadow moves away from the light, makes its own
  • length and buries in unconsolable sadness.
  • Pure eyes in which float the tears of million people.
  • Dying lips will always narrate a tale of abandonment,
  • will not be able to say adieu.

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  • What was that inside you
  • which was not ready to accept
  • the compound folly of a man?

  • What worry do I carry tonight
  • to my bed?
  • An intentional leap into the very
  • fire of mind?

  • A virgin garden battles with a storm
  • It is ready to mince the words
  • for a carnal smell of poinsettia,
  • and I am going to lower the guard
  • from wrinkled eyes.

  • Like a thong around the neck
  • to obtain the tongue.
  • I turn towards the blood of game
  • global erosion of love and waxen defeat!

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  • The essence of God is within,
  • looking to spring forth in your life.
  • You have been greatly blessed,
  • but may be unable to recognize it.
  • Learn to die to selfish desire
  • and enable His Spirit to be activated.
  • All that God requests is your adoration.
  • Giving praise and singing hymns to Yaweh
  • means He has captured your heart –
  • Therefore, your love for Him is… Genuine.

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  • Tonight a dark force enters my room
  • I will play with planets to decide
  • the course of my destiny.
  • A future has been tied to my past.

  • Such pain, strange exorcism, the evil spirit
  • stains the bed.
  • When I squeeze the eyes
  • fog deepens.
  • It hides the treasure of subtle creation.

  • Every thing is turning into black energy
  • I stop thinking.
  • A pretention of kindness, and monumental grace play
  • to stop the suicide after loss of
  • standing harvest.

  • The hope has been abducted
  • for a ransom of a child.
  • There is rape of a classical painting.

  • Corridors of power resound with promises
  • styles smashed, seeds thrown
  • randomly on the land of guilt.
  • We will wait for the showers to come.

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  • Overnight I have turned
  • grey, stuck on the threshold
  • of a song

  • which does not cry
  • parting the mist
  • of the eyes.

  • Why should not,
  • the humming bird stop
  • becoming voiceless?

  • O bystander,
  • wakeup the moon
  • night will fall now glittering.

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  • Gazing into a starry night,
  • I see a deep indigo sky
  • with perfect placement of twinkling light.
  • Stars reveal the expanse of time
  • from before the birth of humanity;
  • their existence came from dynamic energy
  • which was created by spoken word
  • that no man has ever heard.
  • Solitary spirit of awesome might
  • painted this heavenly canvas
  • with a flick of His hand and uttered thought.
  • Divine creation shared with you and me –
  • It’s part of our heritage and His eternal legacy.
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  • Going to shake my inner world.
  • Inconsolable is the loss
  • of faithful truth.

  • Echo of past comes between the knockings,
  • some one shoves a semblance of a riot,
  • death is not a ceremony any more.

  • Slowly, dark breast of night
  • will feed the moon.
  • Air will kiss the lips of fire
  • and loneliness will take over the heart.

  • Not sure of the pattern, and my existence
  • first I must look beyond the self
  • and find out the forbidden belief.
  • I think I don’t trust myself.

  • From the smouldering psyche
  • the muse always runs out
  • falling between vision and confusion.
  • Sweet ephemeral strife
  • always in toe.

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  • It slides stealthily in you, the fear
  • shifting the blame, stoking to run. He said
  • the wolves are coming. I heard a wailing
  • sound across the black wall,

  • I hate you, I hate you. He was crying
  • and shouting. Why were you so good to
  • me, why did not you hit me? He started
  • throwing stones on jasmines –

  • and then hanged himself with a shoe
  • lace. Fingerprinting the DNA was inconclusive.
  • Senseless incarceration, a hidden paranoia,
  • a tormented soul arrested under the canopy.

  • Heights, yes heights were responsible for the
  • fall, for the hurt, for the pain. Could not
  • stay fearlessly for a long time. Perfection
  • was the watchword.

  • Death was the peace.

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  • Etched into the soul’s fine print
  • should be the motto “Handle with Care”;
  • but Man’s nature to ignore instruction
  • is manifested in Life’s disrepair.

  • To have God’s Word in written form
  • could be viewed as a “Human Warranty”,
  • where divine ground rules for all
  • has abundance in the best that Life can be.

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  • Give me some time
  • to live, with the possibility
  • of oscillating between temporal and spiritual feel.
  • I have already exhausted my age
  • behind the spiked doors.

  • I was longing
  • to meet myself today,
  • to find the throw back.
  • Which of me was real?
  • An antique bird feeding on honeydew?
  • Or a honed up desert hurricane?

  • A tremendous impact with retribution
  • pulls down the unbowed towers.
  • But the spirit screams in dark
  • and a light glows from the debris
  • true to seal the kisslock of death.

  • The century will still march forward
  • arranging the years in neat rows
  • at burial ground of memory.
  • The walls are still standing.

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  • yeah wooh yeah no,
  • U never made u cry,
  • Nd my heart melted so dry,,
  • I just put every smile,
  • Where my heart daily lives….

  • How can i live let me say,
  • U just ditched me,,,
  • How can i die let me say,
  • Felt u like the hell,,,

  • Oh yeah no no no
  • What u did there…
  • No no no naah yeah…


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  • talking of fire and passion
  • watch a scented pistil
  • guiding the asteroids, did you

  • hear the flawless silence
  • after the cuckoo’s call, an interruption,
  • a suspended pause, then a

  • high pitched cascading note, moon
  • is still hanging out on the western sky,
  • it is dawn

  • sun is coming out from the hazel bed
  • violence must cease
  • clouds are meditating
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  • If I were…
  • truly illuminated, what would you see?
  • Could the brightness of Christ fully shine
  • and the persona of me disappear?

  • If I were…
  • gifted, in other unknown ways.
  • Would I be able to discover them
  • or would I choose to deny them anyway?

  • If I were…
  • blessed, beyond Earthly needs.
  • How much of myself would I be willing to share,
  • besides just money and possessions?

  • If I were…
  • eloquent, in my verbose speech.
  • Would I be able to teach anything
  • and would anyone want to listen?

  • If I were…
  • God, as Satan imagined.
  • Would I give people choice
  • and have them risk damnation?

  • ==============================
  • No cure seems to work.
  • Between absurd and wise,
  • Lone he walks.

  • It is a note on the timidness
  • of a star, which couldn’t come near the earth.
  • On the slope of a crater, a boulder
  • stopped it.
  • No laughter seems to amuse him,
  • sullen and depressed,
  • lone he walks.

  • Genes take a giant leap,
  • he could not break the fall.
  • Brick by brick the fort crumbles,
  • a black halo fills the canvas.
  • Now carnations will not bloom,
  • and time will die with the clocks.
  • Lone he walks.

  • Duplicity was the word or tragedy,
  • Transparency got mutilated.
  • some of the sufferings could not come to the surface.
  • Both waves and boat collapsed,
  • Lone he walks.

  • ==============================
  • Near, far and even if you need to ride a ferry boat.

  • Blue is her favorite color.
  • Unbelievable that she can makes me laugh
  • Loves eating ‘Lumpia and gulaman’
  • Always there when you need a friend
  • Open for some good advice
  • Naughty and nice to be just beside with…
  • ==============================
  • there was a tree rose
  • piercing me and killing me, I thought
  • it was cheating on me after the sunset
  • when moon was walking alone

  • you know what is love
  • we think different things at the same time
  • but we are always alone, you do not think,
  • I think about my god, saying a prayer

  • to unknow him or keep him alive
  • he has a debt to pay me back because
  • I created him what cosmologist would
  • say was an accident

  • somebody comes with a strange version
  • I say, a transgender was also entitled
  • for his or hers right to love, may be
  • marrying a deity one day and have free sex

  • what were you saying about the bait, now
  • a hapless buffalo will be tied with a rope
  • put up on a rough terrain to invite the
  • lion to pounce and make a kill for the benefit of visitors

  • I am perplexed, do not want to talk,
  • will watch the moon again, sailing
  • silently across the blue starry sky
  • throwing the shadow of dew on my eyes.

  • ==============================
  • It’s hard to extol the merits of mankind
  • and to lavish excessive praise is insane;
  • recognize the gamut of vain emotion
  • and treatment of our brothers that’s inhumane.

  • The natural nature of man is hardly good –
  • Proof is found in our vocabulary;
  • despite incredible accomplishments of this world,
  • poor relationships of man to extremes are still carried.

  • Our literature and news is littered
  • with ugly views of crime and hate.
  • For brief review of the damage perpetuated,
  • let’s take time to reiterate.

  • There’s slavery, incest, murder, torture,
  • greed, rape, hatred, genocide, racism,
  • bigotry, fear, starvation, thievery,
  • lasciviousness and terrorism.

  • Uncaring predators have always existed,
  • unable to overcome the evil within.
  • Such conditions show our need for a loving God,
  • to triumph over the presence and affects of sin.

  • ==============================
  • Why it should happen
  • the parting of ways?
  • Between the will to arrive
  • and the goal?

  • Between the unlearning and contempt,
  • lies a tale.

  • Terror. Petrifying fear.,
  • doggedly I was defending the door.
  • Inspite of the terrible blows
  • I wanted to be myself only.
  • Reverse, the wheels were turning
  • aghast I was turning blue.
  • God! They were creating him new.
  • As I remember now
  • they were melting the rocks to make a new face.
  • I have swallowed the flame, like pride.
  • melting the iron in eyes.

  • I shall soon become a tree
  • with unborn flowers.
  • Some sorrow, some tears
  • will drench my roots.

  • ==============================

  • Lord, You are my strength,
  • whenever I’m completely weak.
  • You are the spiritual delight
  • in Whom I only seek.

  • Lord, You are my morning light
  • that’s shining above the mountain peaks.
  • You are my hungering desire –
  • For each day of every week.

  • Lord, You are my vigilant Father
  • over earthly trials through which I eke.
  • Please keep me mindful of Your Word,
  • so my attitude remains… humble and meek.

  • ==============================
  • punjab for fighting
  • banglore for writing
  • delhi for duty
  • kashmir for beauty
  • rajasthan for history
  • mysore for silk
  • haryana for milk
  • kerala for brain
  • u.p. for grains
  • orissa for temples
  • himanchal for apples
  • state for unity
  • india for intergrity

  • ==============================
  • you bring pink roses everyday
  • from nowhere

  • with an oblique smile,
  • some questions have remained unanswered

  • when I plunge in silence
  • you won’t stop talking

  • anger is its own failure
  • for breaking the door

  • where was the need for honour
  • killing of flesh

  • I will come out of the oblivion
  • once you pray for the retreat

  • time was running out for the sky
  • tornado has started moving

  • ==============================
  • Preparations by the Groom have been completed;
  • He joyfully awaits the day
  • that marks the remainder of eternity
  • when the Church shall be swept away.

  • He has created a wondrous place
  • where rows of mansions are perfectly aligned.
  • Angels will sing beautiful songs
  • announcing souls’ arrival; including yours and mine.

  • Despite imperfections of His bride,
  • the Lord daily intercedes with heartfelt prayer.
  • The celestial wedding feast shall take place –
  • Have you received your invitation, to be present there?

  • ==============================
  • Sometimes lurking in corner.
  • Sometimes tumbling down
  • endlessly,
  • and sometimes with frozen smile
  • immolating oneself
  • before an idol to be.

  • He danced imprisoned in a glass case
  • whole life.
  • Overcoming the pretentious inhibition
  • to stand naked in dimlights
  • of arguments.

  • He started a dialogue
  • about the disquietening habits
  • of killing each other with sharp tongues.
  • I said death and life are two suggestions
  • worth consideration. A clump disdain in between.

  • The birds are circling again in sky.
  • Someone is going to die.
  • Avians knew the travesty of existence.
  • Question of self praise
  • ultimately drowns
  • in melody of being.

  • ==============================
  • Unfinished is the fine tuning of me,
  • as I perform in this human drama,
  • which is covered by a spiritual mystery.

  • Participating without a script,
  • I’m stumbling forward in a lifelong excursion,
  • although I’m not fully equipped.

  • In this paradise, that’s known as Earth,
  • I’m a curious child of wonderment
  • and working towards my supernatural rebirth.

  • Despite my growth of understanding,
  • I will always be an adolescent boy of His –
  • Forever dependent on God (while I’m here living).

  • Unfinished is the beauty of my tapestry
  • until I can achieve the final conclusion
  • that is… Permanently me.

  • ==============================
  • i go school age of 3 ,
  • Always i get chocolate free ,
  • But my heart doors never open ,
  • I dnt know , why my teacher puT IMPresioN On my self,
  • He always targeting on my health,
  • That days have gone ,
  • Now days m planting a bundle of treE S



  • Sometimes I will meet myself
  • in an unlikely spot
  • to tie the loose ends of fugitive life.
  • Run, run I used to tell
  • my blisters,
  • you are caught in a bushfire.

  • I will say, take hold of the moon
  • and start wiping the stains.
  • The antelopes, the trees, the rocks
  • will keep your footmarks alive.

  • What a crazy idea, I will think
  • to pretend to be happy.
  • Gods are sleeping,
  • vault is broken
  • and priest has become a thief.

  • A jab in my back, I am bleeding.
  • Why not a meaningless word,
  • a painless wound
  • would play like dolphins
  • in my tranquil sea?

  • ==============================
  • Despite the trials of this earthly world
  • and the continued foolishness of men,
  • God wants His Principles completely unfurled –
  • For He loves His Children, while hating sin.

  • His anger is not turned away
  • and yet His Hand is outstretched still.
  • Our Salvation awaits its appointed day
  • with the meshing of our spirits to His Will.

  • As long as we continue to breathe,
  • there’s Hope for us to loving cleave;
  • He’s promised that His Spirit will never leave –
  • So open your heart now… and simply believe.

  • ==============================
  • Word by word I was drinking
  • your fathomless pain,
  • not asking to shine
  • any prehistoric sin.

  • You are still flying straight as the crow flies
  • into timeless grief.

  • Why we have to suffer in the hands
  • of tiny barbs?
  • Who will outlive the wits of ancient insects?
  • The jungle is spreading far and wide.

  • With infinite patience
  • I have been watching the world go by
  • carrying the pulp of intelligence.

  • This knocks me down,
  • the betrayal of blue sky.
  • A black hole is widening
  • in the sniffling cosmos,
  • flooding the desires of flesh.

  • On dust I sit frightened.
  • Where are we heading?

  • ==============================
  • Not wanting to be rescued
  • from the twin, sin cities,
  • she’s unwillingly led away
  • by a man she barely loves and pities.

  • Unable to follow God’s direction
  • and her husband’s leadership,
  • she succumbs to her heart’s lust
  • for a final look, as the horizon dips.

  • Governed by J!!ezebel’s spirit,
  • having forgotten that Jehovah honors His Word,
  • she’s transformed into a pillar of salt
  • for a life no longer preserved.

  • Fighting tears from losing his wife
  • Lot takes careful steps backwards,
  • to gaze on he!!r form one last time
  • before with a new life going forward.
  • ==============================
  • Its when y!!ou want to talk to someone,
  • But he want to talk to someone else,
  • Its when you love someone more than you,
  • But he love!!!!s someone else,
  • Its when you care for someone more than your life,
  • But he cares for someone else,
  • Its when you have smile on your face by remembering someone,
  • But he has that smile for someone else,
  • Its when you are ready to sacrifice everything for someone,
  • But he want to sacrifice for someone else,
  • Its !1when you can’t live without someone,
  • And he can’t live without someone else,
  • Its when you keep someone in your heart,
  • But he is in trap of someone else,
  • Its!!!! when you change yourself for someone,
  • But he changes for someone else,
  • Its when you want to see in someone’s eyes,
  • But his eyes search someone else,
  • Its when your life cheats you,
  • And he moves off with someone else…….

  • ==============================
  • I was tired of reshuffling the stars
  • in silent night.
  • Will you come and stay with me
  • for a whi!!le? I will give you
  • my light years to reach the hurting valley.

  • Sit down beside me
  • and rest your head on my drooping shoulders.
  • Together we will cross the dark river
  • of doubts conversing with fireflies.

  • You are carrying my unborn children
  • in you!!r deep thoughts.
  • Flesh, blood and bones
  • pain between the ribs
  • and arrhythmic throbs.

  • Small pe!!bbles on the beach
  • we are dreaming an ocean in our eyes.
  • Waves are high and wind is strong.
  • We are ready to drink the blue sky.

  • ==============================
  • Once again I’m dirty with sin.
  • I need to cleanse my fallen mind
  • with the beauty of your Word.

  • My desire is turned towards You –
  • Yet my flesh!! remains weak,
  • reflecting a lack of discipline.

  • Please chastise me, your child
  • and spare not your rod of correction.
  • Cover me w!!ith your forgiveness and grace
  • as I begin anew each day, trying to mature.

  • Oh, my Lord… please cleanse me.

  • ==============================


  • Let me navigate the resentment
  • in non-verbal manner, I go in myself,
  • dislocating the whole experience
  • of goodness for vulnerability

  • I was stung a hundred times
  • into playing a role not of mine
  • deceiving the life,
  • which was on the other side of self.

  • This encounter with hypocrisy in meditation
  • was very gratifying.
  • I begin trying a repetitive motion
  • of my hand to ward off evil,
  • and find a parallel home for a second thought.

  • At night I travel to galaxy of waste,
  • the perfect paradox of failure
  • where time clones a beautiful mistake
  • which will hop from man to man.

  • ==============================
  • And how shall we trace the
  • trajectory of a lungless scream
  • coming out of a slit throat?
  • Time was o!!verrun by gnostic
  • resentment in absolute mind.

  • The fury of a gathering food riot:
  • do you hear the memorial rising,
  • rising –
  • on bones of hunger, swollen eyelids?
  • Soon the!!!!y will meet on the bellies.

  • The fumigation starts, of lies
  • a bactericidal, to wipe out the germs
  • in dumb minds. The prognosis failed,
  • life moves in a tunnel, absent
  • and present!

  • ==============================
  • Hunger comes back like a dagger
  • on face. W!!ith iris and fingerprints.
  • Live, fluttering butterflies, stuck
  • on lampsha!!des. Wrecked, frozen, the ending
  • of seeming. Men in cages.

  • They were diluting the culture.
  • Chlorophyll siphoned off. No color,
  • no spr!!!outs. The roads were dirty
  • with the ultimate truth, quarreling with the
  • water, insanity and vertebrae.

  • The creamy stuff, shouts and pants,
  • shunti!!ng the definitions. People come
  • and go from the paintings. There is no age bar.
  • Spring will be released from the impulses
  • of flesh in naked zones.

  • Ideas become pacemaker, for the ailing
  • heart of polity.

  • ==============================
  • This is it, I want to say.
  • An acid rain falling each evening
  • and yo!!u, reading a poem
  • surrounded by flame – attendants.

  • Nothing moves farther than activism.
  • Conversat!!ion centers around the flares
  • on the surface of an orange sun,
  • a big hole coming up in the ozone layer.

  • You are an ocean, needs penetration
  • of inq!!uiry. Running a relay race in
  • a big cage to keep the torch
  • burning. Clouds in the sky

  • objecting to full moon, coming up,
  • nonchalantly. Landscape rips – off
  • the ideas from the thorn
  • in the heart.

  • ==============================
  • Everybody was half-naked on the trail
  • of curves. Braindead. Emptied thought.
  • A single vacant look.
  • “Why me? ” I ask. Stay stupid in the crowd. Looking
  • at the moon, indulgent. Plucking the nector from
  • knobs of naked flames.

  • No coming back from days of unknowing
  • the secrets of unskopen words. A cry stifles
  • in the throat of a prayer.

  • A moon was found on a dump!
  • ==============================
  • ==============================
  • Spotlight is where I want to be,
  • Its easy to hide with all ‘FOCUS’ on me..
  • People only believe what they see,
  • And don’t !!find the REAL “ME”..
  • ..I smile as they click pictures of me,
  • What’s in my eyes..they can never see..
  • But I wish someone could find out,
  • Being wi!!th so many people why am I left out !?
  • I wish I could live a life like a normal girl do,
  • I wish I would sing and dance when I wanted to..
  • But that isn’t happening !!
  • ..Therefore,Spotlight is where I want to be,
  • That’s the ONLY place where I can HIDE THE EMOTIONS inside me..



  • Standing under a
  • bottlebrush I write a
  • poem for you.

  • Something going
  • to happen. I feel that
  • future will turn.

  • Crashing against
  • a tunnel wall, injures
  • me collaterally.

  • ==============================
  • After the rain wets the ground,
  • a damp, naked silence,
  • floats in air
  • on the wrong side of the moon.

  • A strange mist, like a post coital whiff
  • envelops you savagely.
  • The testa breaks.
  • A forest heaves beneath your nails.

  • History moves through the layers
  • of family. !!You become a forgotten saint,
  • an archaic reminder of half-solid
  • truth. Gree!!!n mirrors reflect a fading sun.

  • Wasps are climbing on a presence,
  • for a kill. A la!!ke drifts in the yes
  • to stun the departure. You breathe
  • death dreaming a blue flower.

  • ==============================
  • In Life’s matrix of possibilities,
  • outcomes can be reduced to an array –
  • For the m!!!!ixture of cursing and blessing correlates
  • directly to choices not carefully weighed.

  • With God on one axis
  • and Satan !!on the other,
  • challenges from many of Life’s trials
  • have various payouts, from one cell to another.

  • From the earthly consequences,
  • which are the result of our actions,
  • we’re ultimately responsible
  • and not saved by divine intervention.

  • Avoiding the repetitions of mistakes
  • until we learn to properly play,
  • requires heed to s!!piritual instruction –
  • For our Salvation awaits the day.

  • When it comes to being Godly people,
  • let us not grow weak and weary;
  • within our grasp is a winning strategy
  • that supersedes this World’s… game theory.

  • ==============================
  • Sometimes I imagine, I am free:
  • free to come out from a diagram,
  • to bring i!!nside out.
  • Ultimately rescued from the ancestors,
  • and ready to face my unborn children.

  • An apparition sneaks in.
  • Tran!!!!!sgender? Half human, half god?
  • There is no shadow, no existence,
  • but presence.

  • Life sometimes take a strange turn,
  • panic moves betw!!een the walls of home.
  • Black silk, red cloud, fish in the bowl.
  • I walk without feet, making dents in air.
  • wrapped up so long.

  • ==============================
  • My invisible scars
  • are plain for anyone to see,
  • as I blindly journey on…
  • This p!!!ath of Christianity.

  • Wanting deliberate faith
  • ready on !!my tongue,
  • I received God’s Salvation
  • when I was dumb and young.

  • Inflicted wounds to my soul
  • from a lack of understanding
  • have been healed by the Power
  • of Christ’s personal anointing.

  • I am worth dying for
  • according to His Word;
  • The Lamb’s wondrous sacrifice
  • had sin to Himself transferred.

  • Now my soul graciously sings
  • with overflowing joy!
  • For redemption has been granted
  • to this formerly, lost boy.

  • ==============================
  • The grass is green my love clean
  • The sky is blue my love is true

  • ==============================
  • i’m ripping at my skin,
  • trying to free myself,
  • form my life,
  • cutting,
  • cutting,
  • it’s all i hear,
  • it’s all i want.



  • There was a belief in street sense
  • for an extended purpose
  • of fire-eating.
  • Shadow of past was condensing
  • into future.
  • The ascending serenity had pockmarks.

  • Meeting your assigned killer,
  • in a dark alley for forgetfulness;
  • earth was ready to disown you
  • and the warriors were waiting
  • for an ambush.
  • But you wanted to enter the no man’s land of understanding.

  • There was a suicide
  • from the edge of a rock. I am.
  • Eyes were swelled with tears,
  • washing the feet which were immersed in flowing blood.
  • They hunted for the bones
  • to built a golden throne.

  • ==============================
  • A simple army of ants
  • in silent cooperation and unity,
  • quickly work side-by-side –
  • Setting an example for humanity.

  • From Scriptural advice
  • we’re instructed to observe
  • the behavior of these insects
  • and see value from learning to serve.

  • Achieving the colony’s purpose
  • and focusing on its common mission,
  • labor is given for the greater good
  • via its natural instinct of unison.

  • For much can be accomplished
  • from sharing like mindedness
  • whenever the unified Body reaches…
  • Towards Jehovah’s divine holiness.

  • ==============================
  • Awareness becomes a burden,
  • with opposite thoughts in conflict,
  • Crawling lik!!e roaches on your skin.
  • Sage or beast it was same.

  • They run on the bricks in sun
  • or drift a!!t night on unwrapped voices.
  • Every thread of a dialague
  • rakes up an old sickness.

  • The stammering tongue will never tell
  • the name of the priest,
  • who led you !!to the pond
  • and drowned your ethics and morals.
  • Who was the culprit?
  • your hood or your arrested silence?

  • The same thought comes again and again
  • in single file.
  • The past presents a missing link
  • Between no and yes.

  • ==============================
  • Lost all hopes tat u cud evr b mine ..
  • Though you nevr wre,, stil rmmbr da day,,
  • Ven i hd d b’ful dream frst tym ..
  • Longing to meet u ,, only crave to b wit u ,,
  • Day dreamg,, planning,, prayng alws..
  • Whn v’d meet ,, wat we wud do ..
  • Counting moments,, wn i wd get to
  • carve sm precious bful memrys wd u ..
  • Da Day,, so wunnrful wn v vr togthr fst tim ,,
  • da chattr,, d stalls,, ur teasng nd laughng ..
  • Those few hrs passd lik a short wintr nyt ..
  • Sands of time k!!pt muving on ,, lyk numreous waves n tides ..
  • Waitng to hear ur honey voice ,, all i wish ~ is to see ur breath tkng smile ..
  • Holding hands .. jus cuddled wd u ,, iz a dream i cud giv all mah joys for ..
  • Whn u r dre,, I’m cmplte .. nthg seems to mttr ,, Da wrld dsnt exist ..
  • Rmmbrng ur luvly tlks !!mkes my day ,, Thnkng of u i smile all d tym..
  • A sneek peek at u frm d cornr of my eye ,, nd I am lost .. mesemerized ,,
  • Crazy fantasys,, stupid desirez ,, jus glancing at u mkes me go wild..
  • Oh! cnt tel .. hw my heart thumps at tyms n skips a beats smtyms only wen aroun u ,,
  • U r d gem of my lyf,, cnt explain,, intense lik flames ,, my feelgs for you ..
  • Wil luv u all thru d way til my last breath ,, vl surely do ..
  • Only once,, if i cud embrace u or feel ur silken touch ..
  • hug you for a moment or linger onto ur smell ..
  • Howevr far fate tks u away,,
  • Dre in my heart u’l alwz stay .\
  • ==============================
  • Let me douse this flame
  • with tears.
  • My nightingale will sing no more.

  • Ringed by dragons,
  • I decide to tie knot with a tempest.
  • When the birds start dying

  • the frightened choir becomes dumb.
  • I wait for the butterfly effect:
  • the thought was deeper than pain.

  • Tension arises. I see the face
  • of a moon. Bound but free.
  • My security starts a guilt. It was immoral.

  • The forgetful, yellow bones of
  • a thin father, with a gift to fathom
  • the flute, takes hold of the wind.

  • ==============================
  • Ring the bell ..
  • Go on the slide ,,
  • or play hide & seek ..

  • Boom Boom Boom Boom !!
  • Tap your feet ..
  • Fly high in air ,,
  • or land in sea ..

  • Bang Bang Bang Bang !!
  • Click your hands ..
  • Fold them now or ,,
  • Lets all clap ten ..

  • Round Round Round Round !!
  • Spin your head ..
  • Nod like rat ,,
  • or do right & left ..

  • Run Run Run Run !!
  • Catch the train ..
  • Do ring around rose ,,
  • or get another game ..

  • ==============================
  • Baby, tell me things I need to do.
  • This feeling I cannot hide any longer.
  • How can I keep this as a secret?
  • If every time I see you around.

  • I try not to fall in love with you.
  • I know this is just an insanity
  • But, how could I resist your charm?
  • Tell me, what should I do now?

  • Each passing day,
  • I am falling in love with you.
  • Every time I see your smile,
  • I can’t get you out of my mind.

  • Your beauty always shines
  • Please, don’t leave me behind.
  • I am truly blessed
  • ‘Cause I fall in love with you.

  • ==============================

  • Integrity of door was challenged,
  • walls will not take the blame.
  • Tension increased between believing
  • and non-believing.

  • Did we listen to moaning of night?
  • There was a murder in broad day-light.
  • Eyes will not betray the whisking of corpse,
  • pallbearers were moving very fast.

  • I thought nothing will ever move now
  • not even the possessed mind.
  • The final page of book has been torn
  • and the story will never reach the end.

  • To become anything or something
  • is difficult these days.
  • Do we need to drink our own blood
  • to become great on paths of anonymity.

  • ==============================
  • What a blessing it would be
  • as a joint heir with thee,
  • sharing the Father’s affection
  • for the numerous days of eternity!

  • What a honor you’ve bestowed upon me
  • as a joint heir with thee,
  • being adopted by the universal King
  • and connected to the divine, family tree.

  • What a grand responsibility
  • as a joint heir with thee,
  • proclaiming your name and love
  • to the World’s expanse of humanity.

  • ==============================
  • When floating in the sea of despair,
  • never give up hope, for the Lord is already there.
  • For in the ti@@me of your darkest hour,
  • you can tap into His Dunamis power.
  • Ad@@@dressing Earth’s challenges requires a key –
  • As a child of His, you must yourself see.
  • To assure that your earnest prayers are heard,
  • you need to hide in your heart His Holy Word.
  • For out o!@f your mouth, His Word you should speak,
  • which demonstrates that Him you truly seek.
  • For God’s desire is to help you through,
  • but He is still… waiting on you.

  • ==============================
  • Staring from a single window
  • To open dark night sky
  • All the t!!winkle little stars
  • Speaking truth to justify.

  • Why to run behind the fame
  • Like a moo!!n does not light
  • Creating more and more complicate
  • Making simple life to fright!

  • Distributi!!!ng preach hand to hand
  • Prove the world cause made for
  • In home there is no cause
  • Then staging sage what for?

  • Along the river life will flow
  • Make it worthy by thinking so
  • Do s!!ome good day to day
  • Let the Heaven world to glow!

  • Morning!! shows how the day goes
  • Fill the world with true zeal
  • Let live all together and
  • Pull the heaven on earth to feel!

  • ==============================
  • Your insistence to become
  • something, to overstay existence
  • was not fair.

  • On a row of white shrouds –
  • holding innocent beings,
  • death was walking barefoot, crying.

  • Between farewell and stupidity,
  • staccato, s!!hooting questions to life.
  • What was the need for this achievement?

  • Fear was turning you against me,
  • to abandon the peace. Truth cannot be repeated
  • again and again. It becomes a lie.

  • No body!! knows how to bury
  • the deception. It is still dark.
  • Who was seeking the light?

  • ==============================
  • The tears have washed my sins.
  • Taming the dead,
  • I start a vivisection
  • of myths.

  • I take an impromptu walk,
  • go inside my weaker self,
  • abandon t!!he pretention
  • and come face to face with the fear.

  • No portrait, no symbol,
  • no map was needed.
  • I was !!!going to open a locked attic
  • to liberate the imprisoned past.

  • O colossus,
  • O my golden bird,
  • my sun!! baked grief has ripened
  • in ruins of desires. I am free.

  • ==============================
  • Spotlight is where I want to be,
  • Its easy to hide with all ‘FOCUS’ on me..
  • People only believe what they see,
  • And don’t find the REAL “ME”..
  • ..I smile as they click pictures of me,
  • What’s in my eyes..they can never see..
  • But I wish someone could find out,
  • Being with so many people why am I left out !?
  • I wish I could live a life like a normal girl do,
  • I wish I would s!!@ing and dance when I wanted to..
  • But that isn’t happening !!
  • ..Therefore,Spotlight is where I want to be,
  • That’s the ONLY place where I can HIDE THE EMOTIONS inside me



  • ==============================


  • I will ask you no more.
  • An answer settles the question.
  • Let myriad questions remain in air.
  • Thirst is larger than the river.

  • Silence! Ghosts are walking.
  • You can he!!ar footfalls of time,
  • past is peeping from the windows.

  • Dyslexic kids are not able to decipher,
  • the code of gifts, the sweet tongue.
  • Powerless hands are tied behind the back
  • and neck is broken with precision.

  • The rape of fragrance,
  • petals are curling up to storm,
  • flying homeless in sky without speech,
  • ceaseles!!sly searching insteadness.

  • Half-burnt bodies for feast, roasted dreams
  • for taste.
  • But for fire, a single tear drop
  • frozen on t!!he cheeks of mercy.

  • ==============================
  • Have you sealed your fate
  • with the rejection of Him?
  • Accept Christ now
  • before your life wears thin.

  • For in permanent separation
  • there’s no God or peace –
  • Only cont!!inual torment and anguish
  • without any comfort or release.

  • Alone in the dark
  • as fallen angels without light,
  • you too !!will become a demon creature
  • lacking hope of spiritual sight.

  • Forget about Purgatory,
  • but make a decision today –
  • avoiding Hell can be done,
  • for Christ is the Life, Truth and Way.

  • =============================
  • There are bombs
  • Here are bombs
  • World is like
  • An arsenal
  • Peace and harmony
  • Are closed channel
  • Safety and security
  • Are just aerial
  • Terrorist strike
  • In all annals
  • Diplomatic world
  • Exchange banal
  • Poor is slaughtered
  • Like a mammal
  • All away bombs
  • To keep us mum

  • ==============================
  • Too early ,, too late ,,
  • No mattr wat ..
  • ‘Ts nw or neva ..
  • Young lik a child ,,
  • Wl alwz b lil heart ..
  • Young earlir or old latr ,,
  • No one cares whn ..
  • Dreamz @ night ,,
  • Millions thru d day ..
  • Shine lyk a gem all d tym ..
  • Sparklg glittrs in tiny eyes ,,
  • Jump ahead evry step ..
  • Fight bak or skip sm ,,
  • Mke ur own way ..
  • Fly highr at ech fall ,,
  • Stars r jus a leap away ..

  • ==============================
  • For cloning of small gods
  • you took out the kidneys, lungs
  • and s!!tomach, from slain truth’s
  • body. My bête noire, the lies.

  • Do you smell the stink? You make
  • yourself, you are not your id.
  • The urge to take a flight was very strong.
  • Groins a!!ching for the heroic jump.

  • Legs amputated, the tragedy, swims
  • like a fossil truth in the sea, under
  • the layers of centuries.
  • Man has not changed, cheated of the death.

  • ==============================
  • You know I do not hope
  • any intermission,
  • between life and death.
  • My path goes no!!where.

  • A hiatus between the mirrors has questions.
  • From c!!hildhood I was always
  • floating between the meanings
  • of lessons !!unknown.
  • I longed for straight humilities.

  • Present redeems the past.
  • Each sound leaves an echo
  • and has-been becomes the shrine of peace.

  • ad infinitum I will wait
  • for the primitive blood
  • to reappear, the truth of
  • midnight sin.


  • ==============================

  • Hours pass by like years
  • Seems to be an eternity
  • As the special moment nears
  • Behold the memories so dear

  • Sharing in happiness
  • Caring in pain
  • Mesmerizing magic around
  • Beautiful each day

  • Teasing & Pleasing
  • Smiles & Cries
  • Jokes & Secrets
  • Fighting & Missing

  • Overflowing joys
  • Heaps of love
  • Sunshine filled life
  • Togetherness forever

  • ==============================
  • Me and my pride,
  • me and my hurts.
  • Who are you, which you are not,
  • a verbles!!s statement of nirvana?

  • No pain
  • no asking, narcissism.
  • A stream of unbecoming.
  • Eyes wi!!de open
  • jaws tightly shut,
  • sitting in a corner, brooding,
  • brooding.
  • Now what?

  • A stunning duplicity,
  • a surrogate god
  • was running an empire.
  • Precisely polygamous
  • on the name of a latter saint
  • annihilating the third image.

  • The future demands its past,
  • its mode of becoming endosperm
  • in a sleeping leaf.

  • ==============================
  • Once my earthly journey is complete,
  • humbly I’ll stand before Your judgment seat.
  • So in advance I faithfully pray to have
  • a positive ruling for you to mete.

  • Grace and mercy carried me;
  • Your covering on my life you should see.
  • Hopefu!@lly You’ll remember that I
  • promoted Your Kingdom for eternity.

  • Despite flaws and failures absurd,
  • hidden in my heart is Your Holy Word.
  • An attitude of lifelong praise I’ve spoken
  • based on what I’ve learned and heard.

  • With an inkling of spiritual clues,
  • I’m thankful for knowing You
  • and looking forward to that fateful day
  • when my life will be ready, for Your Review.
  • ==============================
  • “The Sprayman”

  • A buzz roared out,
  • from the web,
  • ‘Izra’eeeeeeel’

  • He with his poisonous machine,
  • entered my house,
  • wearing an ominous mask,
  • whose very touch brings death,
  • to flies, spiders, insects,
  • So artstic@@ about his bussines,
  • in every nook & corner,
  • finishes things off.

  • “A destructive sum up” i remarked,
  • and “thank you”,
  • “No Thank you Sir”……Only Hundred”

  • Then he unmasked himself,
  • Realy a handsome man,
  • I noticed, smiling…..

  • Yet a few weeks had gone,
  • I see sons & sisters,
  • a whole junk,……. buzzing,
  • from open gutter to
  • my toilet,
  • through the dark little hole,

  • And yet again,
  • inside the house,
  • spiders are building the web of Life.

  • ==============================
  • Into the depths of untold depravity,
  • a perfect creation had fallen away;
  • unimagined gr!!ace poured out from our God above –
  • As His Hand of wrath was firmly stayed.

  • The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill…
  • subtly calls for the World’s attention.

  • Since the dawn of everlasting time,
  • our Savior awaited His appointed day;
  • despite huma!!nity’s race to certain doom –
  • His Hand of wrath was intentionally stayed.

  • The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill…
  • continues to demonstrate His gift of Salvation.

  • The twinkling stars danced across the midnight blue
  • as songs arose from the angelic array;
  • quietly the Messianic babe in a manger lay –
  • As His Hand of wrath was lovingly stayed.

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