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(Buddha Baba’s Diary! Written for Old Monk) There was simply awe in the air, nary a sound The audience sat…
Poetry from the heart.
(Buddha Baba’s Diary! Written for Old Monk) There was simply awe in the air, nary a sound The audience sat…
The row-house next door Is occupied by a ghost who snores And there are flower pots Loaded with swaying forget-me-nots…
……and in the quietest of times the darkest burst of epiphany Holds me, Wedged in a few puffs of…
Words that sigh- I wish you were here! Words that burn like sizzling affairs Words to scent like a…
by Meenu Joshi In this land of smoke and fire, the deathly stench of blood soaked mire. Demonstrations in a…
by Kanchan Bhattacharya I examine the bald fat potbellied guy on the table… You know, when I examine the…
Awaiting the arrival eagerly, The promise keeps ringing In my mind, Planning and preparing for the day Some finalised, yet…
. . . My eyes closed. .and my heart stopped, i am sleeping on the graveyard of my destiny, and…
by Saranya Ramalingam It was a day of violence, Battles were fought, For a reason so intense, On…
under the fog over the hill there is a man running Trying to find some peace of mind Out on…
Bleak winter and snow lies all around, My heart is cold my mind is empty With blazing sun burning my…
I feel complete in the lap of my mother the mother of all fathers the mistress over all masters Her…
Lacking scratch for higher schooling I launched into another kind of tutoring Singing solo was Fright 101 Fronting friendly bands…