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Aphrodite's Apple: Panther's Bell
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Tuesday, August 10, 2010. Moon peeps through the misty curls. Mysteries of the world unfurl. Darkness weeps in mirror rain,. Black paws tread the forest lanes. Fruit bats screech and soar in flight,. The ebony stalker prowls tonight. What can the predator's purpose be. For him to walk so temptingly? Is it the blood of new-born deer. Or the heady scent of her mother's fear? Is it hunger or is it lust that draws. The fearsome snarl and glinting claws? None but a distant tinkling bell. Satan smiles at fusin...
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Aphrodite's Apple: Who Are You?
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Sunday, June 13, 2010. I look within me. For a patch of pain that isn't there. A nonexistent little spot. Which was, sometime back, a disease. That had afflicted my entire being. There are no shortcuts. Out of the quicksand. If so, then. Are you the sunshine that lights up the cobwebs. In the attic of my tower of stone. Perched precariously above a raging ocean? Or are you the wisp of ivory breath. On a moonlit january night. When i say hello. I think you are a handkerchief. When i am a part of everything.
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POEMS AND PARADISE..: Woof Contest Winners for May 1
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I AM A POET. CHECK OUT SOME OF MY WORKS HERE. Wednesday, May 6, 2009. Woof Contest Winners for May 1. Roy – “. I have a hole in my socks. 8221; - Concealing what's inside with smile. like a sock with a hole. Zorlone - “. 8221; - Do you desire the perfect body? Then you have just surrendered to the vanity of the demon within you. Christable Anon – “. For my Brown Boy.”. Brown surrealism. a collage of thought process. Sourik Banerjee – “. Somewhere The Artist Still Remembers.”. Izzy Daniels – “. WOOF parti...
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POEMS AND PARADISE..: A Walk Through The War Zone
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I AM A POET. CHECK OUT SOME OF MY WORKS HERE. Wednesday, May 20, 2009. A Walk Through The War Zone. We walk in slow. Through the narrow streets. And the mystic alleys. The women stand,. From behind the dark panes. Hiding a few more scarred lives. And we watch quietly. Blood with crimson desires. Peace has not visited this city. For many years now…. As the street lights. Leaving a mark of the curse. The curse of a war. Long won by the devils. On the castrated grass. Bearing skeletons of bullets and mines.
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POEMS AND PARADISE..: The Song of Love
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I AM A POET. CHECK OUT SOME OF MY WORKS HERE. Saturday, January 23, 2010. The Song of Love. Dance behind the mirrors. Weep in bliss, lady. Glide through my dreams. My poems at your feet. Overdose the sitar with your voice. Forgive the serpent’s eyes. Behind your mad smile. Flirt with the child in his sleep. You ruled the sandstorms. Of a wounded eagle. Reward the earth with your soul. In the moonlit canvas. Of an ageless February evening. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Come and join me in Facebook.
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POEMS AND PARADISE..: Dreams in Flames
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I AM A POET. CHECK OUT SOME OF MY WORKS HERE. Wednesday, January 13, 2010. A very urban afternoon. Go up in flames. Upon the marble floor. Of the midnight drama. In the radioactive touch. The superhero is lost. And so is lost. It is only her voice. That I remember now. The streets are again breathing. Murders in the unknown alleys,. Fake political promises,. They don’t excite me anymore. Let me be silent now. As I look up. My silence speaking of only. Romance and crime…. May 8, 2010 at 8:39 AM.
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POEMS AND PARADISE..: Violet Romance
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I AM A POET. CHECK OUT SOME OF MY WORKS HERE. Friday, September 4, 2009. I flush my dreams here today. Blood trickling down the pipelines. Try to cage my throat. This evening offers me nothing. And the very soft perfume of marijuana. I watch the wet photo burning slowly. Upon the marble floor. Do I need to remember you anymore? And haunting midnight messages. That echoed through my cellphone? And the many days. Struggling to write a line for you? For this hour poisons me. And a very strange longing.
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POEMS AND PARADISE..: You Creep In...
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I AM A POET. CHECK OUT SOME OF MY WORKS HERE. Wednesday, May 6, 2009. Through the shallow crevice. In the night sky. Disguised as the moon. Like the sun’s third eye. Gliding through the waves. Like a young sapling. Of this wounded motherland. Like the forgotten scents. Through the dark pipelines. Like the psychedelic dreams. Of reveries and slumber. Through the narrow crevice. On the skin of my loquacious mind. May 7, 2009 at 1:04 AM. Thats very interesting write, fellow poet :). May 8, 2009 at 12:01 AM.
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POEMS AND PARADISE..: Che
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I AM A POET. CHECK OUT SOME OF MY WORKS HERE. Thursday, June 2, 2011. Wild man in a beret,let your spirit breathe now; upon this time and red soil. there are stains of rebellion still hanging from your beard. jungle scent on your fatigue. liquid history in your eyes. there was a time, when you could paralyse mysteries with your words. there was still a time, when you could speak to wolves and stranger lakes. Miracles and violence. sound and silence. Vengeance and freedom. murder and peace. As a rebel,.
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POEMS AND PARADISE..: The Rendezvous
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I AM A POET. CHECK OUT SOME OF MY WORKS HERE. Saturday, June 13, 2009. Sits in the quiet corner. Trickling down his throat. A vortex of bohemian. Tunes in his mind. Nebulous thoughts crawling in. Rising through the winds. And morphing into a fireball. With the marble floor. Dancing to the eerie serenade. When his eyes meet. Breathing on her lips. Of his lost romance. In his memory of fossils. Giving birth to coveted prophets. Of love and romance. With every stroke of the finger. In the seductive asylums.