In the upward skies on the way to the highest home, the sacred kingdom, home of the bl… where the clouds mark the boundari… of the air that is split into two…
Hands so soft and woven into silk with sweet succulence and mother’s… and quiet rivulets in the still of… as the zephyrs roam and the breeze… and hands as powerful as the rolli…
Mother’s Tears Little boy, don’t you cry Mother will kiss away the pain The angels will speak through her With a lullaby, the most beautiful
The Lonely Flute A breath of passion Traveling through Throbbing portals A sigh so sweet
The author of my poem lives deep i… whose secret plan is to be in cont… He summons me when he’s good and r… whether I am asleep or on my feet… He is all what I learned lying st…
Busy Silence Open spaces not so clear and silen… Constant air moves with pleasure s… Life never stills, never comes to… We pause and yawn, we come to atte…
At the swinging open of the curtains that keep the phantoms of the night away and lets in the rays of
Primal Touches Flesh so new and flesh so electric My surging heart it pumps so quick Her skin like satin in its glowing Her grace I treasure for her best…
Sanitation man of such great worth… Keeping clean her yards of Mother… From your battling through the win… Beauty abounds o’er hill and plain… Surgeons and scientists and states…
The sacred waters from the hidden… the sweat of the working God of T… from beneath the Kingdom in the em… seven steps up on the ladder to th… in the turbulence of the random wi…
In the Graveyard Eerie sounds from the cold damp gr… Come whistling though the naked br… Wailing ghouls dressed in tattered… Recite poems composed by the Maca…
If thoughts were to be divided into two zones, our earthly one would be like the astronomer gazing at the universe to find secrets hidden within it. The hidden secrets would be like th...
As the supply truck pulled away from the village, it was the police force that took all the food that was meant for everyone to share equally. Dissention mounted as the villagers were ...
A slap in the face, a heavy blow, We stood up with much to show. We the resilient, the brave, the s… Picked up the pieces all along. The prey of the Taliban never eve…
We, victims of mainstream’s influe… Numbed by its voices pounding in o… As they try to mold us To become one of them, Must break away from their grasp.