Because your voice was at my side I gave him pain, Because within my hand I held Your hand again. There is no word nor any sign Can make amend – He is a stranger to me now Who was my friend. -James Joyce

First: Five syllables. Second: Seven syllables. Third: Five syllables. – Ron Padgett

aaj jo raat ka nasha hai woh kuch khaas hai aahein bicha ke baithe hai hum ke unke aane ki aas hai lamha lamha beete hai taras kar unke intezaar mein agle deedar ke liye dhadke hai dil sab kuch khaas hai mere yaar mein jhalak dekhne ko uski saikdo ka dil tarse hai chuu lene ko uske husn ki khwaish se baarish ki har boond [...]

This Rooster Struts along as though he had something to do. -Anonymous

But the signals stopped. The enthusiasm with which our race was following the revelations of the 2nd generation have waned. The common people here look in disgust at the 2nd generation, who are slowly narrowing down their chances of survival. We were lucky enough to have escaped with our knowledge intact when we did from [...]

And so the last of them boarded the ship that would take them to the new world that they’d found where they would survive peacefully for aeons to come. Life that was known was short lived for the planet had suffered a catastrophy. Oxygen levels in the air plunged down as cold and darkness swept over [...]

The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me; And if my ways are not as theirs Let them mind their own affairs. Their deeds I judge and much condemn, Yet when did I make laws for them? Please yourselves, say I, and [...]

I missed the moon and the stars.. a ray of sunlight…or two? i don’t exactly remember.. but more than anything, i so missed you, yes.. i have been doing this since..last..august? no not august..november..yes..NOVEMBER..! it’s hard to write a poem or a song, when one is missing someone.. and more than that, if you sit down [...]

Why must I leave home and strangle myself on this road that never ends yet never starts help me save myself -Ali Sultan

This Parched heart wants not All the milk of human kindness Just the dark cold ash Of your once lit desire for me… - Neha