As featured in "Verse-Virtual" publication [email protected] Sept 2014 issue
Back in ancient days, when there used to be a Miss Universe Pageant, the contest was only limited to our immediate galaxy. After that, the pageant was expanded to include every galaxy....
Brain Machines They run themselves out of touch In communication with nature as su… With overbearing voices they all s… You have nothing I know what you’…
He who has love for himself, knows what it does to him. With that same love and its influential properties, he is most willing to pass it on to others in order to please them as well a...
Haunting theme you come alive, my sleeping passion oh you revive. Primal screams come from the east, searing breath I fear the beast. But as the music floats I come to…
Everyone wants to feel something inside to give them a feeling of accomplishment; God’s will in them to be productive in some way. Deep down inside, everyone wants to keep that feeling;...
The Completion Half of me is all I ever needed Up mountain peaks I climbed unhee… Half of me rose to the summit The other half, a lonely plummet
The certainty of life is its expir… The certainty of expiration is its… As the earth bows to the sun, the… The giver and taker away of Summer’s temporary life, as the
She is one of the normal many; neat, proper, jovial, goodhearted, gregarious, companionable, but also immature, insecure, hypersensitive and fragile. She is in her forties, but her emo...
Carnal Wanderings He traversed across searing desert… Through peaceful villages Driven by a blind madness Extinguished only by
Artists of the private circle of other lonely artists in a far away sphere, far away from mainstream’s influen… elated by a certain sound,
‘Tis finished but not finished, settled but not settled, stretching upon miles of shifting… a breaking down for a rebuilding, of plateaus reached
Crispy azure firmament, visions of… of clarity, of ecstatic dreams, of… of mythical cathedrals suspended i… beatitudes for the quixotic eyes, floating gardens of copious blue r…
As the full moon hangs o’er the mo… And ghouls dance to the songs of w… And the silence creeps up the ston… One step at a time into the sorcer… The witch’s house sits atop the hi…
Up high beyond the world of terrestrial thought, free from linear delineations, hidden in dreams and meditations, a look into divine revelations,
Take a deep breath. Forget your anxieties. Lie still and hear the silence. Listen to the rhythm of the birds. Make up songs to sing with them.