Syntax SYNTAXI used to sit beside himwhen he was dying inch by inch.How earnestly I wanted to siphon offmy saved years, to his crackling bones.Silently, without a word, yawning, thenlooking into vacant spacesoundlessly, we talked about the shadeless life.He wanted me to release him.I watched helplessly, his unmeasurable stance.My father's proud, erect past, glistened with alacrity.How much my son will...... Source : Childrens Literature Books
Manifold MANIFOLDMy arm aches while holding the book,thing poetry.Press me hard, doing your best.Squeeze tightly my heart,until it bleeds, untied.Philosophy,sometimes takes you to desert of grief,in the moonlit night,to talk to ghosts of yesterdays.I stop at the dunes,waiting for the music of gentle windsto caress my body.Peace at last,away from swoops and bites.The time holds the handsand walks with you...... Source : History English Literature
Flower Name FLOWER NAMENight was preparing the final transcriptof assault.Moon transcends slowly, subtly on waves.My diminutive voice is getting louderand louder.Tell me, are you listening?Why did you need to jumpfrom a tower?Life had become meaningless?I was still unborn, living in a remote cipherready to encroach upon your temple of love.Someone was writing the names of martyrsto paint the sky. A body...... Similar Editorial : by Cdmohatta. | Source : History English Literature
Pointed Claws POINTED CLAWSSeal your lipless mouthand talk with your eyesweather has changed.Tired of living with scarvescovering your screwed up head.Probity of god men, like nettlewas stuck on your skinwith perennial rash and itch.Crabs, eat your plate, pillsand greens. Hunger was undersideof your ills. Do not think of soul.Dip your fingers in blood and write the names of climbs.Pointed claws will helps you...... Similar Editorial : by Sanjeevkumar. | Source : History English Literature
His God Had Betrayed Denial of total surrender,some where he was holding backa secret commitment to himself.There was never a complete answer.He wanted to believe in non-beliefswithout manipulating time,like a non-being.Nomadic life had not left any chance,to accumulate the cold comfortsof possibilities. He did not want to sleep wellto lose the thread of thinking.Confined in his solitude, his complete failure,as...... Source : History English Literature
Big Strides He was not comfortable with his own wordsto design a whole self,which was a complete truth.in order to be happy under a writing spell.The fake men, twisted crowds,inverted psyche, and psychopathswere casting a powerful clouton the primitive instincts.Could not fight against their own fierce thoughtsindulging in prognosis of exiled fatesresting on their ethos,they exhumed the body of a god.Shadows...... Source : History English Literature
Weeping Mother Huge crowd surged forwardstones were breaking stones.lynched, cracked open the skullof unarmed, lone man,crushing the sane voice, effacing a wise thought!Commandor was extracting blood,killing past and future.Time was bloodblood was time.This was extortion, brutal art of living.A frightened mind grinds to a halttears down the curtains.Eyes unreadable. Rashes are furtivelyburning the skin red.Young...... Similar Editorial : by Heidi B. Lapin. | Source : History English Literature
Weird Ritual Unable to flee from ensconced self,he wanted to say something,between yes and no.Between yes and yes, he said no.Tried to become dauntlesswhich he was not.Picked up an accurate timingfor a weird ritualfor burning his fingers.Between faith and cogitatinghe wanted a dignified retreat.It was straining the beautiful wingbody cracking up eternity, in flightnothing hardens up. Clouds wantsomething to...... Source : History English Literature
Untold Story One more year to go,one more candle to light,he was afraid of tryst with birthday.Will they or will not,unleash torrential rains, to submergethe collective guilt? He was waiting.Time to unlearn, and undo the ink. time to go completely insane,world was becoming too hot to live.He was in need for a strong anodyneto go into a long, long, slumburpain was ungoing, unremitting!Spring was unethically...... Similar Editorial : by Jesse S. Somer. | Source : History English Literature
Unblinking Seeing was to know that one does not ownwhat it is. I was amazed atthe glass image of imperfectionand no body knocks out the shame.Parched land bakes into hard cakes,opens up to eject outthe dead remains of ideas,humor of psychoanalysis.A splendid driftwood mocks a gullthe relative confusion of grace;one thing for nothingand nothing for one thing.A lone voice still hauntslike a puckered prayer of...... Source : History English Literature
Sinful Blasts There was a patternhalf truth was inversely ignitingthe attachment to death.and the other half was changing discreetly.A malevolent hand strikes off the namefrom blackboard. Guest will not arrive,wait was over.It was a moonless night,By evening red rains will comelike thousand thoughts;something wild will appear in his hands,he would start smashing the stars.When clouds dispersed, a half burntbody...... Similar Editorial : by Jo Han Mok. | Source : History English Literature
Exile Entire life, you were postponing to becomewhat you were,neither accepting, nor refusing it;making way to run away,and postscript was not ready.Life never treats you leisurely,a harsh tone gobbles you upwith a salty taste.In you pocket a nickel hurtsYour hands tremble on turning the knob.Time to wipe off a name,like hot mud covering a daisy.The face floots in the mista tear becoming a marble.one...... Source : History English Literature
Kiss Of Death Between right and wrong,whole conflict revolvedaround the quality of truth.Blood soaked tatters were giving awayhis identity, of what he was not.There was duality of purposeone for his innert presence-and one for the world.He was trying to become prisonerof factual entity.to check the erosion of selfimploring the intution.His soul stood the rentprayed to cross the inferno,there was murder in air,a...... Similar Editorial : by Satish Verma. | Source : History English Literature
Namesake Dismantling himself, what he is notto build another you,like a limbless lizard taking to flight.Violence erupts to engulf the evidence.Tethered self, flutters,fills the air, cupped criespiercing like a whistling train, in midnight.They have started molesting the mirror.Frozen skulls make a bid with empty lookswalking barefoot on nails,smothering the rage and shouts,swallowing the silence of tombs...... Source : History English Literature
Poisonous Sting After mutilated entitiesthrown into oblivion,thoughts leave the brain,giving themselves to elements of acquiescence,not breaking from the matrix.Sheltered memories,papyrus knives,and marshmallow nightsbring fullness to eyes and salted tears.Home spun jokes and spinning handsstart an acrimonious debateabout bad sex and intolerable heat.He refuses to put up the pretensions,lies, which were...... Source : History English Literature
