Busy days Empty eves Restless nights Lonely mornings Every blank moment Reminds me of you Strange sounds Surrounding me, Stranger faces Floating around, And I...
hey kartik here are some suggested titles for the good poem : Grappling Tackling Ephemeral Demons Waiting....for what? Needle In A Haystack Hoping Hopelessly ...
Thanks Max. You're sure a "Title Genius". Your suggestions tickled my neurons to give an avalanche of titles. One nice one I dug out, I believe, is "I Saw the...
Back home again, Back to where I really belong, Back again to My own world, Back again in The warmth of Familiarity, Back again but With few scars, Though...
You say it And say it not, You make believe And then laugh it away, You don't believe Your own beliefs, You declare and Then you deny, You're indeed The Queen...
The Longest Night He sank back against the bed; his fingers dug deep into his palms stifling the panic tearing through the time worn lines that wound their...
Hi Krishnakumar, tight little piece - half way thru' I was in Iraq before the rassi bombs went phusssss... visit www.caferati.com, and post it at the bulletin ...
Max and Kartik (is it?) Glad you liked it. I felt that the poem was too long and wanted to do away with all those dialogues and end it with "...prepared to...
A new born, one day Passed you a little smile, Turned over another day, Began to crawl yet another, And learned to sit and stand, Walk, talk and run soon, And...
Something came out today ... titleless ... wanted to share it... 1.For a moment angry And then unsure Again a moment lapsed And self-belief recreated Where...
Some things you won't understand, Or see. My tears refuse to well up. With so much shoved in, I open my chest And stuff some more. Who has the time to, Listen...
hi rashmi, how nice it was u know.. just as i was reading my mind.. keep it up.. my prayers rajani Rashmi Patel <rashmi_indya@...> wrote: Some things...
Damp, dark night. How lonely can it get- No shadows too To talk to. Wish for Morning red, Colour and love For all living dead. But, When the happy deluge Of...
Hi Rashmi This is a lovely piece of dark brooding and chilling poetry! My only complaint is the third and the fourth line with a profusion of to, to and too...
Past is not past until Wounds morph to scars. Great lines Max Babi <maxbabi@...> wrote: Hi Rashmi This is a lovely piece of dark brooding and chilling...
WHEN YOU... When you wanna go dancing in the rain, I come along to share, ease your pain. When you have nothing more to lose, I give you the options to choose....
In the midst of the ocean If you are alone What would you do Apart from moan When asked this question I thought for a while I said I wont give up I will put up...
Hey thanks ppl. That was very encouraging. Max, I thought over it and even tho' I had : "Not even shadows To talk to" initially. I like the ridiculous noise of...
In my race with myself I am racing way ahead of all those who were part of me. My eyes which spent most of the time Chasing dreams, Now starve for a glimpse Of...
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