What makes the heart keep beating,
And that too in rhythm so perfect?
Can anyone pause the blood flowing
Through the veins without any defect?
Have the wise men traced the origin
And the omega of time continuum?
Who can explain the rationale of vision,
With retina unique to each individuum?
Where were you before your birth,
And...
I may have lucked out on many thingsBut I am glad some thingsWere not meant to be.Because, then, I would have settled onThings that came luckily into my lap.And I would have never exploredWhat was beyond luck.
If things were easy and lucky,I would not have found comfort in poetry.I...
Amidst the land of my forefathers;Stood a Hall praised for its excellence.The whites who roam our borders;Extol it greater than theirs.
A hall filled with great carvings;Of horns and skulls that fill the pillars.Decorated by those dexterous hands;The hands that are molded in such Morungs.
Music of different notes echoes.Echoes out...
THIS transient seasonthe plants get to pause from all the growingthe ground is not soft and not fine enough to be blown off the roadthe farmers store seeds
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in barns...
Afternoon coffee_ watching the Winter raindrops mate on our glass window.
white sheets and furs between the warmth of our skin. feets smuggling to Yiruma’s rhythm.
The crackles of fire melting the clock to the midnights heat; sharing spaces without a sound as the cold November rain teases the Spring’s delight.
Sweet...
We weren't very close, yet there were times when we used to hang out and spend time together under an oak tree. It was just me and her. I was oddly, confusingly attracted to her.
She often confused me with her problems and gave me terrible headache. In fact, her...
My train only likes to travel on the dark track of idleness.
The passengers were never sure of their destination.
They drink and merry to the wine of good times and lay filling their cups with tears of guilt.
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My train only likes to travel on the track...
The green field stretches on to a panoramic view,The rain begins its glorious downpour on the wind’s cue,The earth breathes, and the trees dance with life in the rain,A frog croaks nearby, relishing Nature's bless'd reign.
Farmers gather in their shacks watching in ecstasy,Drunk with pleasure the fishes swim in...
I told the stars:When I look into her eyesThey twinkle and glowBrighter than any of you.
I told the fresh spring flowers:You may be colourful and aromatic,But her fragrance is sweeter than any of yours.
I told the young beautiful ladies:Your hair is silky, soft, and lusciously thick,Yet her long and...
The familiar tracks frequented by toiling farmers
Are lost to the spreading lines of blackness
That stretches its colonising claws from cities,
Crawling maliciously towards the emerald hillocks.
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It brings noise, smoke, greed, and filth.
Hungry faces poke out from four-by-fours
Looking for game, sniffing for adventure,
Scanning for impressions on the forest floor.
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Gone are the...