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“Don’t wander too far,” I heard my mother call. But, my lungs were bellows, My heart a red-hot furnace, And the quickeni..

Cups, like lovers, you’ll have a few, And they alone may hold your hand And touch your lips at the same time. We live in crucible citi..

Like the Peppered Moth that Due to the pollution of the time Turned darker and darker till It was black and thus survived, Here and now w..

Slippered feet shuffle from wall to wall Resting on weathered milestones Left like breadcrumbs around the house A photograph, a book, abr..

Tattered flags flap over Shifting sand dunes Once in a century Rain falls over the desert The ground turns Red with the blood of Y..

Partly inspired by the film of the same title.

"I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born. The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the s..

Let the mourners mourn Let the weepers weep, for It’s the soul’s elemental need That she muses and ruminates Gazing in the bl..

On a boulder, as rugged and ancient As life itself, she sits motionless. Impassive like a statue, she waits for A new day and the weak warmth..

Cherry trees in full bloom Should be a joyful sight But their beauty brings no joy To a world where your hands Rest no more in mine ..