"Pressure makes things grow more" Is a ridiculous myth! That's a terrible bore. The flower could have Lasted a little longer, had the tools Blasted the warmonger. Instead, they played Filthy games With the hues and shades, of the colorless petals. The pressure to bloom In fifty seconds. Was on the bud. For…
We are all entrapped In the unpredictable prisons Of our insecurities and wishes. She walks a different walk in foreign tongues she talks Every single day, She is a different shade of grey They hate her for the reasons Of her unstable treasons. But that's just her. They have their issues too. I…
I cannot be certain Of how and what happened. The other day, or was it the night? Perhaps a movie with the old theme, Of a Dr. Jekyll And a Mr. Hyde! or was it because of the two pieces of the cheese laden pizza? I don't know the reason but it happened so I…
You were the red cherry, Hanging on a tree. I was the snow, Covering the hills. I wanted to fall On top of you To form something pink. A pink house, Probably, With a garden, Not of your thorns, And definitely not my roses But Of OUR lillies. It was simple maths, Genetics…
A bird once sang, Outside my window, A song too sweet to understand. I heard her and applauded, She bowed with her wing. This became a routine. Then I made, The fatal mistake, Of asking her, What she means, When she says, La la la ummm? She got offended, And flew away. Never to…
The noise of the sea, Could not reach them. They only heard, The crashes made, at the beach. He kept on walking With rapture. Leaving behind small traces, For a man of great stature. She followed him. Careful to fit, Her big feet, Into the marks he left. Oblivious of the tumultuous…
