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By the end of every tunnel There is always light, they said Missing a moment I realized There were no light but a tired train I watched the driver’s finger stuck out at me in terror Holding my

Arundhati checked her fingernails. They were dirty. “Oh I can’t trim them now…” she sighed and started opening the buttons of her night gown. She turned her face lazily towards the bed. Nandan

An urge to survive Surviving to exist Existing to prove Proving existence Ridiculous hangover Hangover from excessively consumed past Past overwhelming present Present troubled by each falling

Calms resembling death And cold fingers Undone hair and Long slim frame Against the full morning emptiness Searching for a reflection To color to paint to look beautiful Tired eyes chasing

Poiana brasov Year 2003 Mid of February. It was beautiful. My first experience with real snow & pine trees. I don’t remember the day-I was lazily walking by the pedestrian lines. I felt the

morning coffee gazes uncertain a jerk by the corner coffee stained white table clothe a sudden burning naked corner of teapoy shapes making fingers and a tear making coffee

yes... let me give you dreams and few meaningless words like I am with you and I hold you never meaning them then switching off lamps watching my naked body making shadows on whitewashed

When we are just human And not gods We can Justify our mistakes And repeat them. Buy candles and through Confessions purify our souls. Cry for the dead and Cry for those who we wish to see

Berserk Bewildered Bewitched & Mouth fell open I watched it Disappearing In the whirlpool & My knees felt weak I sat on the heap of sand And smoked my last cigarette Smoke rings born

The net was laid perfect No chances for a rabbit to escape The expertise of an experienced Hunter and his flesh lust I waited And she ran into the trap My favorite snow white rabbit “Oh not

How long the lies I decipher Deep rooted within the hearts And causing troubles To my beloved only one Going to grown and establish As generations die and generations born? Weak and tired

Discotheque extension to an altar Gold or silver rings according the wallets Combination of black suits, representing sadness for ever White and long soiled end of bridal attire Few signs here

you are my reflection through you I survive you are my final destination every step I walk away only brings me to you and another morning and another evening and endless nights my longings

Come to my temple Naked feet Leaving your collection Of old dirty shoes Outside the premise forever. Come to me To find the Consolation you aspire And a place to wash off your sins Lie

and then I want to go there there where the green running deep by the hearth and there where my earth smells virgin after the first rain walking there naked feet and rain dripping from my

By Morning 7:30 AM “Toast is burned” “Yeah? Then why don’t you make them self?” “Where is my neck tie?” “Don’t make me angry now!” Few minutes later “I am becoming late!!!” “One more minute, I

Love is Chocolates And roses Songs and darker corners Of A discotheque Empty bottles of \'HIS\' blood Slow thoughts Less words and realization Of Passions Pretence failing What is

Do not fret It’s my love eternal Shaped into a shadow -Falling everywhere you move. Do not hate It’s my evil charm always Present behind -Your nervous gestures. Do not be afraid It’s my

I need a name To sign this poem Written for you. I shall write my new name And leave a sign In your soul. Pay me your dreams. I need another sheet of paper To write you a love letter. I

Let us wait one more moment Facing each other For the whistle of our destiny Burning needs and throbbing hearts Passion unmasked and Reflected in our eyes The touches those we can

Reading the last line Carefully written-italic I am closing this book Of a never told fairy tale. He fought he conquered For his kingdom which was never his He lost and won his

I do not even know whether- You will ever read this letter. I am getting married, again. While started writing, I thought I will be lavish While writing, I realized, I am too poor- And words

She mustn’t have slept a night Driving eyes all over her I thought Her eyes resembled dead fish I wondered about my long haunted wish. She leaned forward and picked a cigarette I wondered