When wicked emotions
brushes the pulp of my heart
Taking the taste of
that sickening saline flavour
poison
and the name chants despondency
Fickling the vicious saint in me
sodomizing the end, to be anxious of
the momentarily struggle, that seems
forever
Licking the thickened walls of my eardrums
Sweltering the sheet of my nerves
Beholding to heel myself penultimate
perhaps on a famous fantasy called
LOVE
It’s always wonderful to get to know women, with the mystery and the joy and the depth. If you can make a woman laugh, you’re seeing the most beautiful thing on God’s Earth.
– Keanu Reeves
Sometimes you hinder
Looking in your past
May be scratching a memoir
Sometimes you slither
In the journey of future
Craving for those dreams
Are these paradigms
Or a mirror bent?
Present,
The lone chore absent
Sacred is the past and so is the future
Sacred is today with all the couture
Spirits are dark or bright rife
You may lie to yourself and un-follow
The Shades of life.
saaranshsinghpundir 