(3/13/2013 1:57:00 PM)
| Read 1 reply
He ran out of a building,
Nothing more than a mud shack,
Covered in dirt and feces,
I felt like he knew my name,
I felt as if I was in relation with the child,
He opened fire:
The AK-47 kicked his shoulder like a mule,
Hot, sizzling wasps whispered obscenities in our ears,
As they flew by on a mission to sting whoever,
His mechanical wasp's nest seizures relentlessly,
We all knew what had to be done, but nobody
Wanted to say the words,
Tears hammered the desert beneath us,
Quenching its insatiable thirst,
We put midnight into his eyes,
And made a wish for the boy,
We wished we could stand there forever,
Crying, filling a well full of our tears,
So they would never have to walk
More than ten feet for water,
They would have the ocean on their doorstep.
(3/13/2013 1:28:00 PM)
I Like My Friend
I like you not just because you are beautiful
you sure is so beautiful
you know it does not have to come from me as
you must have already got that from hundred of guys i am sure
you are so elegant that
you know it would be a lie if i tell
you that i did not skip a beat when
you come up the steps while i sit on the front terrace
oh good lord tell me a single soul who would not blush
when he look at that long lovely nose and cherry lips
oh good lord how you make someone breathless
when he look at that oval shaped chin dimples
oh lord this sacred creature is blessed with silky hair
oh god the best feature is her splendid smile
your charm is so adorable that
you can set off a firestorm in brigade road if
you just walk pass by
you can melt the eyeball of any guy you want i am serious
you are the inspiration of any poet
you are the illusion of any painter
i have no more words for this miracle
god's creation, you are beyond comparison
dear friend these compliments are not flattery
dear friend these are sincere appreciation of beauty
dear friend you can easily mistaken my approbation and lavish praise
dear friend i am not writing I am speaking from my heart
i am not perfect but i try to do my best to be true to every one
i come in contact with
i am an ordinary guy with no extra ordinary ability but
i am a firm believer of trust, respect, share and care
i never had any fraction of displeasure when
you did not pick up the phone or stop messaging
i never had any wrath when you were busy
i never knew anyone who tried to understand you better than i myself
i like you because there is a gentleness in the way you speak
i like you because you listen every time i say something
i like you because you make me a spontaneous conversationalist
i was always boring in reality
i like you because you picked up the phone when you were sick
i like you because you called me after knowing that i am married
i like you because you responded when i called during odd hours
it shows the goodness in you
i thank you a million for being nice with me
i like you because i like your sense of humour
i like you because i consider you as a good human
i like you because i respect you
i like you because i like your friendship simple plain and straight forward
i like you because you are not just another pretty face
i like you because you are intelligent and highly artistic
i like you because you are not the stereotypical beauty with no brains
i like you because you are sharp with a bubbly personality
i like friendship because its love but not being in love
i like friendship because its unconditional acceptance without prejudice
i like friendship because friendship is about accepting one's bright as well as dark side
i like friendship because its trust but it should be two sided
i like friendship because its caring even for small things
i like friendship because its heavenly but only for those who do not let the true friendship go
i like friendship because it's for those who live life to the fullest
i like friendship because it's for those who knows that we all live only once
i like friendship because it's for that real person without any hidden agenda
i like friendship because it's for those who have a heart and soul
i like friendship because it's not for the chicken hearted
i like friendship because it's not for those who procrastinate a helping hand when others crying for help
i like friendship because it's not for that con man who take advantage of everything
friendship is divine just like your name
i like you because i like your friendship
(3/13/2013 1:23:00 PM)
Dream of a Secret Lover
Let me see your eyes from the Burj Khalifa vantage point
Let me see you from my bird's eye view at the kumbh Mela stampede
Let me look down from Jungfraujoch and find you
Let me dream both of us waiting in the long line in front of Eifel Tower
Let me enjoy this reverie of us sky walking at the Grand Canyon
Let us dream again and go to Amsterdam and pluck some Tulip flowers
Let me take you to Times Square for Crystal Ball Drop
Let me take you in front of Geneva Lake and eat some Movenpick ice cream like nobody else
Let me let you sit in my Ferrari and drive like a Schumacher through the Autobahn
Let me show you the changing colour of Maple leaves during a fall in Vancouver
Let's go to Kiwi land and do some Bungee jumping
Let me follow you as a camouflage while you hiking in Amazon jungles
Let's go with Venetian and enjoy the Gondola ride
Let's do some Merengue in Acapulco until we both pass out
Let's do some scuba diving at the Caribbean
Let's sleep all day long at the Kumarakom house boat
Let's learn some Tagalog in Manila
Let's get some nice tan at the Gran Canary
Let's dress funny in Rio de Janeiro carnival
Let's play blackjack at the Vegas Bellagio
Let's drive through the palm trees in Nice and sip some French wine
Let's go to Psy's concert in Seoul and dance like oppan Gangnam style
Let's take Carnival Cruise and have a candle light dinner in the middle of Mediterranean
Let's play hide and seek like small kids in Coorg coffee plantations
Let's gulp some Sushi in Tokyo
Let's stroll through the streets of Vienna
Let's snorkel all the way to Havana from Key West
Let's try to infiltrate through the Gaza strip to find some Pyramids in Cairo
Let's listen to Beethoven's symphony at the Sydney Oprah House
Let's go to White House and have lunch with Michelle Obama
Let's pray at the Angkor Wat until all the above dreams become a reality
Let's go through all the trouble in my dream and make some sense in life
Let's dream on, dream on like Aerosmith
Let me be the secret lover
Let me find my soul mate with my heart and soul or
Let me perish as a kamikaze in this love war zone
(3/13/2013 2:55:00 AM)
The Average Questions.
No one sees my pain.
I hide under a wall.
A wall of happiness,
Or so it looks like.
I’m dying inside.
I feel my soul,
No one cares.
I had a person to lean on.
He’s not Jayden anymore.
Nedyaj doesn’t like me.
He dislikes me.
They all are.
Why should I care?
Let it roll off my back, huh?
I won’t let it roll!
WILL THEY MISS ME! ?
REGRET THEIR CURTNESS! ?
FEEL GUILT THAT I PREY,
THAT I PREY
For all eternity.
I want to watch their faces at my funeral.
See how sad they are.
Will they even be sad?
Will they still know happiness to carry on?
I doubt they’ll care.
(3/8/2013 4:51:00 AM)
Web Site on the Mind
What blows you onto my mind,
On a windy and foggy night,
Along the riverside, across my heart.
Your innocent smiles weave like water towards me,
Mists lift, lamps cheer,
What is melting my soul bit by bit
- is a whole new website.
Slow down, time!
Just let me click that website.
Remark: Thanks to David for helping revising the poem so that you could appreciate it as it is now.
(3/7/2013 6:06:00 AM)
No rules ne'er rest your pinions, but sure hope,
To wake in wondrous thought's in many and many
And formed illness, cause minds madden swipe.
Your cottage full of dreams, of freshness wing,
Which power brake your noble flow, and how?
Ha! bow I sweet, my sweet for ever you sing
Let me spread your secret cipher, with emotes,
Most colored yours, still man needs you, do you?
So he, though he mortal sleep in your shades
Our somber ideas here, too far wish we glide
From this world -sour with hopeful Ecstasy
But soul that rise, here dear, still in me fade
Misfortune leads despair, and fear desires,
O' beauty! utterly falls, nothing lasts
(3/7/2013 3:53:00 AM)
The Three Stages Of My Life.
Bruised and lonely as i sit, I ponder upon what has made me this.
Bending down to see how far does this go,
the shades of memories making me low.
The three stages of my life, i see.
Kid, Child and teenage namely.
Each emphasizing to its own,
Pointing out, every mistake, equally grown.
Giggles of a new born, do i hear,
Grumbles of a youth, do i hear,
Crises of my teen, do i hear.
I hear the agony of a broken crayon,
I see the distress of un-satisfied wish for a chocolate,
I feel the miseries of a broken heart.
I hear the bliss of making noises,
I see the pleasure of being the favorite child,
I feel the joy of getting someone's attention.
I hear the passing bells of a pram,
I see perplexity to decide the favorite cartoon,
I feel the dilemma of two different perspectives.
Walking beyond the lane of my memories,
i halt at a place called present,
I stand up from the place of despair,
Grasp all those sheds of tears and Smiles..
And Begin walking towards my future....
(3/2/2013 6:31:00 AM)
FALLING INTO LIPS
On the time line the sky clears
Merry, merry it does in the land
Memories of the spider web cries
Falling snows in paved isles rain
Isles of water way in merry, merry
Broom are tit birds in reds
They sing merry, merry messeges
Restless whisles stand in seed beds
Falling like water drops are messengers
Footprints re-echoe and jump in merry, merry
Will the garden accept one tree
That merry, merry will hold the sounds
In the planted sheet orchard are the clips
In the merry, merry lips builds are found
The stars of carefreeness in the garden
Will the birds allow to go through the cliff
That the seated nature will overcome the greed
And hear the golded bells of lips
And fall into eternal peace within brims
Under the sweet berry of natured spurs
(3/2/2013 6:25:00 AM)
There was humour and drammar at the airpot
All were driven inside poetry
All had this globe to turn on and on
All had to dream for a dreamer
What if all dreamers were sent outside?
This airport, it swallowed them all
The love of poetry is intense inside
On each new sheet of paper to write on
(2/28/2013 9:16:00 AM)
the world is a stage
faces no role
and pretend there is a role
why do you pretend
why do you pretend
Beautiful Paintings On Books
by Ekaterina Panikanova
You Too Can Learn to Write Surrealist Poetry
Spudnik Press is offering a workshop in surrealist poetry
Distasteful Fashion Shoot Featuring Author Suicides is Pulled
The spread is called 'Last Words.'
Autistic Pride Day