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If I ever asked to live a dream

Oh! If I ever asked to live a dream, It would be adjacent to a river stream where the topaz rays of the sun will beam. I will build myself a wooden cabin of dream.   Where hues of porcelain charmed elves will dwell. just hoping all of it is not some beautiful spell, Golden …

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Countdown For The Day

Morning sun shone In its full glory Coffee quarrels  Stiff body Artificial catnap Sleep aid pills Did it’s wonder Neighbor’s black poodle  Vanity Lazing on mosaic porch Lusting a blooming orchid Licking edges of master’s fingers Spray roses with No fragrance Hung neatly in cheap Edwardian vase On yellowish marble mantle Incoherent gibberish bla bla Of …

The Autumn Winds

You embraced my being like the fallen withered leaves of  the deceased autumn Shrouded me from the chills and breezes I leapt on to you for the  tenders caresses and fiesty cajolings, but  then you  went away like the autumn winds, abandoning   me at a site where once stood an ancient tree the siloutees of whose roots still …

A Lone Train

Chuk Chuk Chuk Chuk… A lone train screeches as it travels through the hollower valleys and gasping Wastelands   Chuk Chuk Chuk Chuk… Piercing through the bare empty winds bursting into open clouds thundering straight into the darker nights on narrowest bridges   Chuk Chuk Chuk Chuk… carrying in it the ghost passengers, yes those …

Valley of Fear

Between here and over there Respites a bleak valley of fear Where dwells wailing widows Behind those green meadows Mourning deaths of bleeding lovers An ugly cloud over it always  hovers I sometimes halt at the fork Deciding which trail to unlock Every path passes the same valley For its almost a blind alley Shall …

Doe Eyed Mercy

The doe-eyed mercy paid a visit last night, the heavenly, at times a wretched appearance of bleak pathos… It coiled round and round my sunken heart hissing gradually stealthily like giant headless serpents seeking forgiveness of misdeed long done an act went wrong decades back… A deserving reparation by throttling my fragile heart to suck …

La Danse a Bougival

Delicately swaying in the arms of few besotted men etched forever so gloriously in splendid La Danse a Bougival of  Peintre  Auguste Pierre Renoir wondering how and when stamping toe to toe, beating chest to chest raising toasts, few umps Embraced taut in the grip of one armored sturdy French man Chiseled out of the luxurious …

Necklace of Pearls

Like beads of pearls scattered on a polished marble grounds, my soul disintegrated into thousand parts unknown, scattered, knowing that cancer of rage has spread, the lumps of gloom are growing, I a scavenger picked on the left-over carcasses once a live breathing body where blood flew like streams of Tigris now lay blue, cold limpless, still pieces have to be sorted-out …

Pure Ecstasy

The melodious fluttering leaves twirling, swaying wooing petals of the withered flowers doing   belle on the softer orchestras of the hollow winds of majestic autumns.   Shy veiled sun, playing hide-seek from behind the dark clouds, like a coy bride with a mischievous gleam, trying to catch arousing glances…   A lone bee hovering on …