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
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.
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.
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