poem War cry With the color of blood, You've armed your lips. Kiss you, I want to. To steal the gold, Your nectar skin drips. March ahead lover - A battle has start. With a war cry, Of a madman's heart.
poem Somewhere her pink lips blossom This date, Has its faithful reminder. This date, Is now icy horror. Today, right now, All my senses find her. This date, Was meant for celebration. In my kiss, Her pink lips blossom. In her love, My animated vacation.
poem All I ever I dim the lights to black You'd say I sleep. If only sanity A slumber could keep. Rather I punish my soul To stand on my knees. Rather I lose till I am lost, And set free my delusions to see - Her thrill of laughter. Her images moving. She's
about-a-girl For a certain love Today, I am as sure as I was yesterday. Yesterday, I thought was too early, For greetings and hey. Today, I talk to machines again. If only machines could be your men, your women!
about-a-girl Migom is dreaming "All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended." - Cloud Atlas In this monstrous concrete jungle, alive with the roars of dreamers, I find myself by circumstances a step closer to my dream. Two worlds superimposed into one with her magic, and it feels home. My dream, my
poem Feast of our secret You've come to face, That, in your heart, you already know. Ten steps that seperate us now, You move forward tip-toed. I drink you beauty, Throughout the velvet night. A feast of our secret. No one need know.
thoughts He is wise You are wise. With that when you've come in terms, the colossal significance of meaning in objects, actions or anything for a matter of fact become non-existent. Yet we yearn for everything to have meaning. Else everything seems dull. So we design our own enchanted fairy tale where we entertain
poem The graveyard His heart Is a locked room. Flooded by unspoken words, Of unmeasured volume. In its comfort, A graveyard of uncorrupt stories, Of an unspoken marriage. Relentlessly guarded by her memories.
poem A sober story? I tell myself a sober story. So pose! Click! And send it to me. To your remains, Add another drunk memory.
poem With you everywhere "Hush! The wall's got ears." Never mine. Not even close. Never getting near. In my sleep she speaks to me- "With you everywhere."
poem Stranger Her rhythmic strum perfectly pitched the melancholic melody of time, of which he was sure only he could comprehend. He sipped a little of his whiskey. Stranger is his favorite brand.
Before you call me hate It's cos you are surrounded, and feel awfully connected, that you name it love, and call it fate. These miles if turned your fate disconnected, with every dead sec fast escalated, would you fight the miles? Or would you cut me off, and call me hate?
about-a-girl I love you Nietzsche, before confronting mankind with the heaviest demand put on it, said- ".....it seems to me indispensable to say WHO I AM". Such is the importance of your individual self. Once a teacher asked his students in a casual gathering-"Who do you love the most?"
poem Goodbye! Goodbye! That girl who danced the pole for me with smiles, Doped and fallen from her blinding high. And then she cries like she is the angel divine, All I will ever say to her lies- Goodbye! Goodbye!
poem Such is my love. Such is my hate I hate you, as you lose your own in the vanity of your new found tan. You sell yourself to strange men. I kill you, as I kill my night, with the whiskey I drink. I wake up, in my own stink. I love you, as much I hate you.
poem Tower Show me the land where you play the wild. Where in the deep woods, even the vile predator stands hypnotized - at a distance - adoring you. My soul- I caged in a city tower; to thrive in its odious pedestal; away from you. But a random memory, concieve a
assamese Tumar Hahi " Kar moromor aaxat jolala ei saki? Mur bukut jui jolai. Tumi bisora xopun dekhi, tumar hahit, mur ei xopun roi jai." " Xunor kharu, mugar mekhela juri, jotone thoisu moi tumale xojai. Premor dumujat asu moi joli. Asu moi, Tumar babei jiyai." " Xidina podulit asila thio
all-that-matter Your warm-happy world He complains not, If even in his last resort he is exposed, To nothing but the cold. For his thoughtful sacrifices, Are the secret to your warm-happy world.
about-a-girl Doubt You saw a bunny, who barely could open an eye. Or maybe it was another butterfly. It maybe was your mind, drifted to the carnival tonight. To the delicious music, friends, and your colorful light. But a minute ago I was tending your wound. Tears I did too cry. Yours-
poem Damaged mistress, wise philosopher I don't want you as my honoured lover. But as my damaged mistress, my wise philosopher. Neruda- "I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul."
poem The bar across the city end called lover We were waiting for your dream car, While we could have boarded that train. You wanted to drive to the bar we could call lover. You were waiting for your ride, You kept waiting, And I rode away on my pain. This train. Lately I have been listening to Death
about-a-girl Holding on It was that time she said she felt complete in his arms he was thinking of. And now that’s gone. Maybe the love he had for her didn’t matter as much as the time he didn’t have for her. “All she had to do was wait a
about-a-girl I met my maker Try this :- Imagine yourself waking up face-down on the naked ground. What do you see? Now imagine you are being slowly lifted upwards by some force and look as the view grows in front of your eyes. What do you see? And so I speak :- “The earth is
about-a-girl One moment's comfort The poem below is an extract from Rudyard Kipling’s short story By Word Of Mouth. Not though you die to-night, O Sweet, and wail, A spectre at my door, Shall mortal Fear make Love immortal fail – I shall but love you more, Who from Death’s house returning, give
