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neither could life stop death; neither could death stop li..
Neither could rain stop abominably heartless drought whenever it is destined; nor could any drought in anyways put brakes upon bountifully utopian rai
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
School days
The running legs with shoes and socks,
The sound of ringing bell,
Vaishnavi Singh poet by Vaishnavi Singh
on 8/17/2014
after bathing in the first showers of priceless rain
The most haplessly swishing of arid hair; suddenly metamorphosed into the most ravishingly titillating fronds of supreme ecstasy; after bathing in the
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
in the current moment
Whatever bountifully good and resplendent; or the most
hideously torturous chambers of unforgivably
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
please remember all the answers
Ask the pristinely large eyed child; as to how does it
feel after losing both his parents; to the most
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
o! blessed writer!
Just as the Omnipotent Sun interminably continues to blaze every
tangible
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
why just 'happy birthday' once a year?
I was amazingly born everytime; I spoke the
unflinchingly peerless truth; wholesomely unperturbed
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
life is so much like the cobweb
Life is so much like that silken cobweb; at times
shimmering like a majestically untamed prince; in due
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
any form of life was better than death
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw countless haplessly orphaned children;
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
try and live with it instead
The harder you try and erase your deplorably
unfortunate past from your mind; the harder it
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
Feelings
I sometimes wish I were a robot:
Inner feelings? I'd delete the lot!
Angela Wybrow poet by Angela Wybrow
on 8/17/2014
Changes
The mist is now descending
On the hill around the farm
Mary Forrester poet by Mary Forrester
on 8/17/2014
I Am A Classicist And My Poetry A Study In Classicism
I am a classicist by temperament
And my poetry a study in classicism
Bijay Kant Dubey poet by Bijay Kant Dubey
on 8/17/2014
We at the peak of development
We human being are not having
The capacity to judge
Tadasha Tripathy poet by Tadasha Tripathy
on 8/17/2014
Never Ending Journey
A lifetime on earth
Eternity in heaven
david kush poet by david kush
on 8/17/2014
So You Come Back Tomorrow, Hear?
The next morning the lady says
take me out for breakfast
Donal Mahoney poet by Donal Mahoney
on 8/17/2014
The Pains Of Calvary
The pains of calvary
Remains a memory
Elema Udofa poet by Elema Udofa
on 8/17/2014
never live in death; never die in life
There was simply no happiness in inexplicably venomous
sadness; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
perpetually and extraordinarily spicy
Neither too smiling; culminating into the most
indefatigably relentless of chortles every unfurling
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
finding heaven on earth- in the prostitute's form
Tell me. Does the Omnipotent Sun in anyways; blaze
through her impoverished dwelling an iota less; than
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
inimitably infallible fantasy
Not even the most panoramically exuberant of
waterfalls; which perennially culminated into the most
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
wholesomely and completely dead.
Neither could it ever wholeheartedly laugh; even as
the most unbelievably effervescent clowns danced in
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
The Girl Is Like A white Rose
The girl is like a white rose,
Redolent and sweetly perfumed
Bijay Kant Dubey poet by Bijay Kant Dubey
on 8/17/2014
not a penny more; not a penny less.
Not an insouciant penny more via sleazily decrepit
manipulation; and not even a priceless penny less;
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
control it
Control it; or prepare to loose all your sense of
overwhelmingly sagacious prudence,
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
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