one day the poet Herodia of ancient Pincaeia found in the garden a note thrown in over the wall: dear poet do not sing us…
Leave a Commentone day the poet Herodia of ancient Pincaeia found in the garden a note thrown in over the wall: dear poet do not sing us…
Leave a CommentI’m getting nowhere slow wondering where to go. The mug shot in my bus pass looks older than I know as I cram the queue…
Leave a CommentCocky and Hens Hey, is Friday night dressing up and ready to plays Thousands hen and a hundred Cocky game on Rushing into clubbing Doom…
Leave a CommentThere is a chill in the air, I’m well aware Winter has not gone, seemingly its been long Anticipating the spring, the warmth it will…
Leave a CommentMy flowers are not scented and the strong odor butterflies don’t like. That’s why I think they flew away. My fruits are not ripen and…
Leave a CommentMay I met you some where again That we are not belongs together. I wonder how I can caught with moment Can we… do ignore…
Leave a Commentyour strength was easy to see it gave courage to everyone… including me. a nasty LTTE which brings fear and fright involving many sleepless nights…
Leave a CommentThis beguile strange woman in her forties and I am sorry that I have heard forties are the naughtiest. She begs not charity and she…
Leave a CommentThe girl with golden eyes Beautiful luscious eyes, smooth silky hair, soft lips Her voice as sweet as a bird singing She fills you with…
Leave a CommentDo you believe that I am happy? Perhaps on full moon days But even a small child knows It’s a reflection from the proud Sun.…
Leave a CommentI’m here again and pondering, venting through my pen. Inside my head is jumbled, and my world is crashing in. This self destructive cycle, that…
Leave a Comment‘ I give them utmost sweet but they are not satisfied And they go behind bitter fruits, it’s very difficult to find their taste.’ A…
Leave a CommentAn old boycotted photographer who stands in front of a Mall And he thinks while seeing the huge car park. I must send him a…
Leave a CommentI too like a camel without a tent. Started my journey; ‘The transfer’ Thinking of my loved ones. Oh! they are very far away. I…
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