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Mixed Feelings

Mixed Feelings

Had I not been born, the world wouldn’t be seen by me; I would have escaped slight happiness, enough plight Fatigue in ample form. Well! Everything is ruled out. If I was born a female… Thousands would have adored my gender form And rest would have discarded me because of...

Just For You

Just For You

There you are to the best of your own And here, I wonder about you. The distance between us is something That needs a bridge I wonder if it is the same with you! And the more of it I feel about The distance needs a longer bridge. But there...

She Rewarded Me

She Rewarded Me

Once beyond my expectations, I met her, a delicate figure And it overwhelmed me into the fathoms of thought. She undisputedly posed to give me her sacred kiss, Spontaneously, I heard a voice deep in me That recited the rhymes of love between us. Close could I hear of the...

A Bottle Of Gorkha Strong

A Bottle Of Gorkha Strong

Amidst the warm air, Brother buys a bottle of beer Causing him to feel cool Dares then he, to talk to his dear Excitingly keen are her ears Forgetting all the fears. Gestured he for love gossips Hallucinating her as she hears Intoxicated much with interest Justifying himself a joker....

The Poets

The Poets

Poets always shock, entertain and enlighten, Illuminating the insights of the human characters Of their unsettled child-hood and the dreamy world. The satire on life and behavior of the public Focuses on social outcasts through unexpected truth. Endure misery and poverty: versatile minds have they Inattention to the burning problems....

Coffin Fearers

Coffin Fearers

Fear throttles in the agonizing moment Wide eyes riveted on the relatives near-by, Palms flat against the slippery bed Begins to inch itself forward – a tedious climbing. Every movement causes the breath to come slow Sweat then smatters on the face. Muscles weary through the strain of the falling...

Superstitions Flow Ever

Superstitions Flow Ever

Witchcraft, sorcery, spells, and charms, Victimizes to govern the ignorant, Preventing their initiatives – qualm, Altering superstitions on unseen power.   Nightly hour – an owl screeches, a cricket chirps, Does not possess rational beliefs for any omens Yet: based on experiences which are absurd Produces narrow-minded thoughts and aspirations....

My Father

My Father

In the wild domain thou a Mongolian featured You lie glamorous, fair, and peaceful. Did the creator on purpose frame thee? In me thou art an alluring person, Neither thou art is malefic nor mortifying. What’s the secret that thou have got Engendering thy mutual compliances, Predetermines against all egotism....

The Western Fever In Me

The Western Fever In Me

Coined in elations and limpid blood Not am I being tenuous or transitory. Disdain thus me, for being an apathetic Every intellect instituting my prospects. Dare not call me pacifist; I exult too, Predominating the souvenirs of our hoary ancestors.   The hoagies have strenuously bequeathed the eddies, Covetousness, fear,...

classical and modern

Of The Classical And The Modern

O’ virgin soul of intellects and senses, I appeal for the exquisite poetic form and finesse, Submerged in devotion and idealism; Weathered with the glory of humanity, love, and truth, Creating the mood of nature’s landscapes glorified, Ornamented in the simplicity of cultural primitiveness.   O’ virgin soul of disparity...