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Sunday 21 December 2014

I saw a dilapidated house,,,






















I saw a dilapidated house;
with veins throbbing full of life.
Rooms bent double with age.
And windows smiling
through toothless gums.

Sagging skin falling in folds, 

like a lady's satin done with care.
I touched them and shuddered.
A spasm of fear jostling my brain.

I saw a dilapidated house with rooms bent double with age ,,,








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Photographer Name : Dzung Viet Le
Title : LOVELY SMILE

Monday 15 December 2014

She stole her way from the sentence,
And meanings died.
Thoughts crumbled;
And her world fell apart.














I need your breeze,to fire my thoughts.
Moonlight charms and Winters kiss,
to set my thought world ablaze,,,

Monday 8 December 2014

sponge away the margins,,,









Sponge away the margins.
wipe away all the letters.
Blue black green and red.
I am but, tired of them all.



Lend me a paper, blank.
Margin less and without lines.
Let me dream my words. 
Let them hang in the mid air.

Scale not my thoughts.
Weigh not my words. 
Let them run wild, 
Swim,fly and climb 
The trees of joyous dreams.

Thursday 10 July 2014

In love with Death

He hath come,
to rob me off my senses.
Drown me he shall, in his seductive gaze.
I am already off my feet, 
unto the world of mystical illusions.
But the nightly enchanter flees,
as the morning caws .
Come hither, i beg thee.
take me upon thy wings,
into that illusory world of yours.
Spare me the pain.
let me wake into your dreams.
hail! oh prince of darkness,
drinker of souls,
empty this cup of woe unto thine lips divine.
kiss away my memories 
and dismantle my soul's earthly robes.
let not mine eyes see another morning nor night.
let it see nothing,
but thee. 
And feel none
but thee ,,,


Friday 14 March 2014

A lake's tale

As their Iron claws dug deep into her womb,
An explosion of blood curdling screams pierced the sky.
Nettles and Scrubs became hapless martyrs,
while wandering romantic thoughts
shed many an idle tear.
Shelterless animals stared but helplessly,
their mute voices echoing in the rain.

They ripped her apart.
Tore her down.
And laughed wickedly as her Birds flew askew.
The saintly ecologist did nothing but stare,
he muttered a sermon and drove past fine.
Stripped naked and bare
She lay there a crumpled heap
Her eyes bleeding salty rivers of pain.










Thursday 9 January 2014

Words

Every stride of mine draws me closer to Words.

Words with which I build Worlds.

worlds known and unknown.

Of all the worlds built,exotic stands one

a World that hath none

but you and me

just you and me...

Saturday 4 January 2014

Not like he did you

To burn a book?
Is that the way to cook?
Ah! no woman!
The lore that thou know the best,
Let it not go a waste.
Cook woman,Cook!Cook up stories!
Arm yourself with ladles and forks.
Break your bangles
Wipe your tears.
And weave your tales with care,
but never fear.
Your feminine charms your shield.
Your pen your sword.
Write your stories sly
And allow him not to pry.
Lure him to your trap,
He with mighty shoulders.
Cure him off his lame thoughts.
Lead him thence to wisdom
that thou art not his cure to boredom.
Let him see light Woman!
that thou art not only his Mother
but Sister, Friend and Wife.
Demand not for Equality,
but assert thine Individuality.
Plead not before him, 
Beg never for him.
Gently dismantle him off his tales,
And cloak him neatly in yours.
Peck at his anger with your Rosy lips,
And suck at his letters,
to polish them with your tongue.
Make him not a slave like he did you,
but be the Master and Friend.
Force him not to sing like he did you,
But make him sing willingly for you,
Be a game and Play the Game,
Win the Game and make him a game.