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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
Aureole Presence of essentia had an urgencyto find the locale of truth in dark matter.We were heading on the collision course.It was no comfort to have the courage.Being there, also was not a reality.The lips were still struggling for the words.Praise for grains of sand on the beach.There was a sharp decline in the velocity of windwaves were also dying, weary of the moon.It was not your fault, happiness...... Source : History English Literature
Window Always resentful,we do not think clean.No 'being' at all, the other, except human flesh;and jaundiced skin.Withdrawl, self negation, a perpetual obtusity;dying without death; a daily visionof misplaced destiny.Bloodless shadow of stunted life.Cult will breed the filthy laughterof golden teeth. Grizzly face rule the crowd andanswers locked in the chestwould betray the seeker.Why the 'nothingâ...... Similar Editorial : by Yasmin Siboldi, Manager, Visual Merchandising at Blinds To Go (courtesy of News Canada). | Source : History English Literature
In Praire He was hiding it, knew its contentsbut refusing to reveal it. The denial waswithin and deception complete. Truth neverhad a chance.I could not play the game.Heart fluttered like a pigeon,eel serum was not working. I did't want to yield.Not, again my frightened mind said.Symbol of pain had become an art. I wassurprised at the distortion of sexand beauty. Sun was running furtively. His...... Source : History English Literature
By Yourself Some drag was evident;we were not keeping pace with each other.We were afraid and shadows werepulling us apart, murmuring wet things.A typical story of failure and vanishingimagination. Body limpas if electrocutedconcealing ennui.Fireflies were playing once in our backyard;soon a moon will ask the reason,why the spiders were mating ?drag queens are dancing on the street.Son of a cleft lip has...... Source : History English Literature
Lonely The sadness around the smiling eyesdid not fade. There was something unfathomable about it.Not his, it was his alter ego,he was living in strange depression.Nobody shared his room. Only moon-light slept on his pillow. He dreamed of coiled reptiles around his legswhich he did't shake off.A nocturnal shriek from thesecret masterpiece. A spider hangsfrom the roof. A lethal sting.The pain was...... Similar Editorial : by Denni Gill. | Source : History English Literature
Temptation It was the mirror seducing a littleblue bird. The something. A chance ofmeeting the counterpart, perhaps. Truereflection, real nothing. Must keep striking.Madness of certainty.Conflict of a desire. Condensed anguish.No, yes. Over the time he changed. Stoppedtalking about his injuries. Agreed tocease flying and carry the burden ofwings. Something failed to explode insideSometimes he was frightened...... Similar Editorial : by scubaman. | Source : Literature Book
Effect And Reason He was very sick of reflections.Empty thoughts. Between himself and world.To perform miracle without achievement.Wanted to retrieve the happinessfrom mortally wounded life.On the velvety grass, a childhoodwas prancing. Will the wisdom slipback into time where it startedwithout a message? Burden of knowing too much was very heart rending.He thought it was useless wadingdeep in yellow sands at...... Similar Editorial : by Ryan Blackport. | Source : Literature Book
Aching Shoved aside for asking, for a mirror,condemned to live outside his self.Felt miserable. Abandoned the high-risesand walked towards the ruins,to talk to a friend. This man never listened.Lied in sleep in deep down earth ; beyondpain.Peace, yes there was. But the insideremains were in turmoil.Same guru thathe deserved. Passion to weep, cry, findingabsolute truth which never became visible.Sometimes...... Similar Editorial : by duaneshinn. | Source : Literature Book
