River Nile
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
~ niGhTs 0f m0UrNinG....
Tiptoeing away from me,
Silent
Without tears
Without laughter...
A blue glass dome
far-flung.. away,
The moon stirs
The dust of silence
It builds me gloomy all around I see her.
She’s for all time mourn.
She's for all time yelling too.
She creates herself sob a lot but not as much as u.
n always opinion about u.
ur always making her teary-eyed.
she luvs u dad why did u have to go.
she miss u a lot but u obviously don't know.
Otherwise u wouldn't have had to go.
Once
I wish u would wake up..
To see what happens
In the nights of separation,
What happens
In the nights of mourning….!!
'...If tears could build a staircase
n memories a lane,
I would walk all the way to Heaven,
n bring u back again.....'
n memories a lane,
I would walk all the way to Heaven,
n bring u back again.....'
Friday, July 23, 2010
U are the nearly all precious thing,
in my being today.
U mean added to me than anyone else,
n I expect U’r here to stay.
in my being today.
U mean added to me than anyone else,
n I expect U’r here to stay.
What I feel for u lies deep,
deep within my heart.
The amount of luv u see,
is merely just a part.
deep within my heart.
The amount of luv u see,
is merely just a part.
Not even these poems,
that u inspire me to write,
can describe how I adore u,
or how I dream of U day n night.
that u inspire me to write,
can describe how I adore u,
or how I dream of U day n night.
u fill my head with things,
I’ve never thought before.
U’ve let me feel true luv,
n U let my heart soar.
I’ve never thought before.
U’ve let me feel true luv,
n U let my heart soar.
U r all I’ve ever wanted,
n all I’ll ever need.
Because U my sweet angel,
U r d most precious thing….
n all I’ll ever need.
Because U my sweet angel,
U r d most precious thing….
~ bRokEn piEcE ~
A broken piece of a poem
drifting in my breath,
When if came up to my lipz
it cut my tongue.
When I held it by the teeth
my lipz begun to bleed
as if a piece of blade
was struck in my throat.
I could not spit it out,
I was unable to swallow it.
That broken piece of a poem
kept drifting in my breath,
kept drifting
drifting....!!
drifting in my breath,
When if came up to my lipz
it cut my tongue.
When I held it by the teeth
my lipz begun to bleed
as if a piece of blade
was struck in my throat.
I could not spit it out,
I was unable to swallow it.
That broken piece of a poem
kept drifting in my breath,
kept drifting
drifting....!!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
~ a gEt-T0gEthEr .....!!
Death is thick in the air.
Phones
of the city
come together.
A sahib says tearfully:
See his face
looks as if I call him
he will wake up.
Some responsibly people
speak with responsibility
'What time will the body be lifted?'
'Get some stale curd'
'Tell them to see his face for the last time'
'Wait for another flight from Uganda,
some people might come.'
A car has stopped out side.
All the faces turn;
the wailing which had died down
rises again.....!!
Phones
of the city
come together.
A sahib says tearfully:
See his face
looks as if I call him
he will wake up.
Some responsibly people
speak with responsibility
'What time will the body be lifted?'
'Get some stale curd'
'Tell them to see his face for the last time'
'Wait for another flight from Uganda,
some people might come.'
A car has stopped out side.
All the faces turn;
the wailing which had died down
rises again.....!!
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