When a whistle sounds like a wailing baby
and rain in the car is a crash of white noise,
it’s time to wonder if I’m all there
and remember that I’m not.
When a whistle sounds like a wailing baby
and rain in the car is a crash of white noise,
it’s time to wonder if I’m all there
and remember that I’m not.
The beginning’s just another end
Until your breathing stops
All I needed was the truth
Long live the car-crashed hearts
Too beaten, too defeated to carry on
The musky scent of Rain
Swirling in my head
I remember the cold wind
Blowing through the empty
Chicago streets
The delicate spring
Where the slightest shift
Can cause the clouds to cry
Life comes once and gives hundred desires and we do million mistakes.
death comes once and wash away all your worry and sorrow in a drain.
We watched the ripples grow.
THE NIGHT ANGLER
An owl calls so softly through the trees
The silvery water’s cascade by the mill
The willows rustle gently in the breeze
But by the millpond all is quiet and still.
I looked into my eyes
And what did I see
These sad green eyes staring back at me.
Who is this person that scares me so..
I thought I knew her once
But now she's lost her glow.
Sometimes, missing the train home is the worst thing that can ever happen to you. Things become stark. The difference between where you are and where you want to be dreadfully apparent.
Sangram! Where are you?
P K Routray
Sangram! Before a long painful year
three hundred sixty five dark nights earlier
snatched you away untimely by the cruel fate
Not entirely serious sunny poem
My lawn mower
needs a little tune-up
There are things unsaid, left there like some invisible object we know is there, but cannot touch for fear of some sharp hot shock.
Cut from the rock yet flowing like milk
With eyes that could see the wind
He stood in contrast to the mob
The mob, before like fury, could not pass
Emperor of Rome Diocletian
Persecuted people's Christian