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Passing the memories, from her last to sharp birthday  the year the quick focus of faces I do remember... .  I have seen her face with a thousand countenances, and a face that was but a single countenance as if held in a mould. I have seen a face whose sheen I could look through to the ugliness beneath, and a face whose sheen I had lifted to see how beautiful it was and it will. I have seen an old face much lined with nothing, and a smooth face in which all things were graven. I know all her faces because I look through the fabric that weaves, and behold the reality beneath her. I have seen a face enduring her own ail and forgiving her own fails. A face stronger than the last, responsible than  her past and disciplined  with cast . . . Even all the tall trees and high stars stalking like deliberate giants  for her birthday, and all the hot adolescent memories seen through a screen of faces . . ....

Brilliant stars over the dark canopy, And brisk breeze were not enough to electrify, Something more potent was to be challenged. 9 lambent glasses on the dark brushy floor, Luscious rum with those fizzing sodas, A packet full of cigarettes and an aim box, With some nuts, And then we were ready to claim that "We have balls !". Peers hooting, "We are all set to start" It was my debut, where boost was on air And swag was on fire. Bottoms Up ! was an honor. "Damn bro! you are on 4th" Amaze, was the crowd. Showtime to clepe for some claps, The cigarette was on loop. I paused with my instincts, Those facebook timeline feeds on oral cancer Were busting my brain, Slaying my life to death. But a pat on my thigh, With that reliance in his voice Buoyed up me to be a boy by smoking it to my lungs. A cough but lately it went smooth. Lighting one on a day, Was just a matter of hay. Soon it got multiplied S...

I too dream, not with a greedy loft filled stomach, exhaustive daydreams Not like churl boss, not like rich beasts I dream like dead rivers do, of things lost,  irretrievable, I dream of the future, a history of time incalculable. All living beings by birth are free to live on Earth, But since we had a breath; caged until the cupidity's lust. Awful are our bodies and caged are our souls, Chained we dream to live and die for the caged goals. The shackled humanity, drenched in hunger, poor and death. The lousy world is starving with inanition Renunciation of human sanity Decays the boats, roots and the waning moon. The world descended to the pandemonium But God was there, The Allah, The Most Beneficent, The Most Merciful. Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness As the sea that enfold a brook That runs down to him, he enfolded me With writhe body and heartsore soul of despair Said, "Beggar woman who once had a home, Mother of drowned babies, su...

Lets play the right card in our game. Underneath the luminous stars on the black canvas. Eyeball the glitters and relish their blink. Trying to zizz but can’t stitch the lashes. Sweet syrupy jaw, rhyming and quarreling to take a chance to overcome one. Hands clasped and hashed with adjoined soul ushering love by telepathy. Living in you with my arms scarfed around scruff. My ears harking tales from your heart. Make me a deaf that can only listen to your heart tales. Make me a blind that can only see your beautiful face. Make me a stoner that can only smoke your bouquet. Make me a casualty that can only walk,as you a crutch. Make me patient that can only be fed by your hand. Make me a dead that can only die for you. Make me your life and I will be only to look at you because you have more galaxies in your eyes than number of stars in the sky. I will only scent your body because you have more fragrant flowers in your body than the  number of flowers in the soil.

Her gent heart; And voice, lilac sweet as tart. Paralyzed my ancient delight, Ushering that eager from my fright. Those stygian iris eyes, hovering on a pellucid ocean, Wink, dazzle and lo, a toucan. I remember ! The walk in the morning dew, And strawberries taste how her lips do. And how can I forget the night ! Where constellating shimmering ale stars, Round our shadows, breaking all in between bars. To walk is by a thought to go; To move in spirit to and fro; To mind the good we see; To taste the sweet with glee; Observing all things we met; How choice and rich was the fate. Anon ! She captivated me in her amour, But I there never been sunlight to her. With two hope within two wills, And one will beneath. Two overshadowing mind; With one life and one death; But one immortality. Annihilation and alibi should woe in me ! Either way, I will cry for her loves hay. She can neither come to love nor to harm. And I know more than we know; Her light is b...

I gave thou my ardour to lock thy heart Like a rose trapped in a sweet tart I kept your photograph inside my wallet With memories more to collect Fell to hung on your pink wall Away from you by one call But, You tried to slip like a thread through a needle But I comforted you with my cuddles Culpability in your dictionary kills Which you never tried to heal You could have made me to fit in your necklace But you slit my heart with the rose thorn freebies I shuffled among your lies and fake promises Rather filmed it with happiness I uncovered our footprints, I poked them till the eyes open But you never recalled what it looked like Saw, heard and remembered ! Winter will think back to your lit harvest  For which there is no help When the thorns are kissing the fingers Goodbye, I will neither speak the truth nor the comfort I will have no tongue than a wound without your effort.

S itting  On the train,I thought  I was attacked  By dazzling sapphires Captivated by the ripples  Sewing the light Chrome winged birds  Hatching from the lagoon Faint plumes spread Ruffling pain to stretched ale Boats trawling for flounder  Stern mast high for harbor The lagoon, wide and saline Serene and sublime Taught me to live it To walk on it Behold n lo as a dove Woebegone but I still love.