“Passing through
Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: April, 2018
Rose colored glasses
Rose colored glasses Sin, gin and too many bad night. Once we knew love and tonight we have forsaken ykindness. I remember when, You and I, held hands by the Lake Clair and… Continue reading
I was condemned after I saw your face
I was condemned after I saw your face I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom, and a pretty lady sat alone, on a barren road on… Continue reading
My Salvation
Originally posted on Megha's World:
This poem is in continuation of my micro poetry. Read Salvation. As I dance till my feet bleed the sweat pour out of my body as tears…
Trees in the morning
Originally posted on The Writing Geneticist:
Inspired by A/T/O/S and the ambiguity of sunrise. As the horizon emerges and the sun emanates, Trees fill the lungs and they internally amalgamate, Consciousness and existence unite…
‘Hold on tightly baby’
Hold on tightly baby You were the bloody storm my lover, you were my strawberry red-haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a wrist band. You… Continue reading
‘Where the wild roses grow’
Where the wild roses grow – I have known I have danced with the sea, I have stood on the great mountains surrounded by the free clouds, I have found the… Continue reading
‘Let’s pretend my lover’
Let’s pretend my lover Once we were Hemingway and Agnes. We drank, we made love and we had enough. The damn Spring was looming near and I saw in your eyes, the Winter’s… Continue reading
The Agony Inside
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Remove Humanity, Remove Sin
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