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Poetry is the heat, a part of my flame, it keeps me cool, envelopes in a frame. Am I sentimental, idle and worthless guy? Feeling keeps me hum..

Love and malice are sides of a coin both feed equally to our mood. We praise the charm of our lover first for beauty then the qualities, in the ..

My first book was a store of love words were made of sound and touch characters smiled and sung lullabies I learnt to talk and run for the sun. ..

There is magic in rice cereals. They dance as baby- fish in boiling pan, and soon become snowy cool Delphinium. Boiled grains easily vanish in the ..

When mountain snow meltsBirds of paradise spray huesWarm air rushes inYoung hearts share warmthWorld regains activities(Tanka Poem)- 2nd May, 2017.

Oh, stop talking! Day and night uproar, uproar, useful thoughts are swayed away, your 'I' inundates my ear, room, existence.. Listen now the..

I am a flyover between two eons. My world of tender senses depict a brilliant flower garden static as an artist's ace. The other world is a kale..

This mask shows you- what I am not, glorifies beauty and hides dark spot. I can scare you with this tool, simply loot you or make you a fool. It f..

Both of them are running from Aesop's days of simplicity stamina and diligence defeat contempt, insincerity. Then again in 1934 Disney shot th..

Intoxication in the name of religion leads to salvation of others. Drinks of power always shower egoistic pleasure of winner..