Fiery Love


Eyes had turned hollow

All glitter had vanished

Held neither curiosity

Nor iota of hope


Shadows subdued the sun

Tears warmed his laps

He felt guilty

And dirty



Strain and drain seeped

Into his flesh and bones

Reducing him into a corpse


He wished to burn all memories

Memories of his fertile mind

Those he hoped would flower

Now they hid behind his eyelids


He wished to let go of all the pain

Wished it to be so easy

Like opening eyes

But it wasn’t


Eyes shut, he conjured the image

Its presence wouldn’t fail him

Had never failed him

It steadied his senses


He recalled the image

It noticed him




Sound were soft




Lulled him into security


Even in Death

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Time was never guided by rules since the day they met,
Neither does it stop, but it stopped their hearts to feel for each other,
Theirs is a trapped amber of a moment, of a stagnant peace
Their hearts grandly singing sweet melodies of love

So strong, that they lost all discipline of their emotions and sensibility,
Even in death, their love chains and bonds them together,
With a language of pulse, blood and of last whispers,
Passing away is no respect to their oneness

The outer world seemed gray and empty,
Filled with strange sounds of a chaotic quality,
But they seemed lost in their own, their minds filled with such reverie,
That had an immense, peaceful yet humbling power

In death, the sun could no longer tease a true shine,
It only contained a soft gray luster that they longer needed,
They had refuge for one another and…

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A New Birthday!

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happy birthday

A new birthday brings innate gratitude
senses alert to the texture of treasure
animal suspicion become aware
of whispers from soft breeze
and merits of own sphere

A new birthday is silent and rare
is another grain of sand at the seashore
it is wild, gentle and has unrestricted nature
is the rhythm of rise and fall of a single wave

A new birthday is not the years that I live
is the number of stars that survive
figures that both fly or plunge
within the centum of my core

My birthday expels power of fate
shares delight and joy of pure chance
is a promise of happiness and hope for my life
God knows that is my perfect and earnest desire

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What My Birth-Date Shows About Me


IF YOU ARE BORN ON March 27, you are known for your impulsive nature. Along side of that trait is your strength or your aggressive quality. Some think you are arrogant because of it.

The zodiac sign for 27 March birthday is Aries and you are without a doubt self reliant and adventurous Arian although you love being at home. A quiet evening with someone you care about suits you well but there are times when you want to feel the beat. You want to party and let your hair down.

The March 27th birth-date horoscope shows that you value your loved ones and their thoughts and opinions but you have a way of getting them to see your point of view. It does not take much to persuade them to think as you do.

Life at your house can be somewhat chaotic because you are involved in your family’s lives beyond your call of duty. I am sorry to say but, Aries, you are a busybody. Do not be so judgmental. Live and let live. It will be less stressful on you.

When Arians become parents, they encourage their children to take measures that allows for independent doing and thinking. Those born on this day will guide their children in the right way but we know it does not pan out always.

You are most certainly there for them when they fall. You teach that when you fall, you just have to brush yourself off and try it again. That is all… it is plain and simple.

The 27th March birthday personality trait that you have is your active physical desire and looking for soulmates with the same drive. Because you want to remain loyal, you show your appreciation for the intimate time you spend with your partner.

Those born on this day March 27th, are playful and attentive lovers. You have a way of creating a bond that is almost shatterproof. With this in mind, Aries, you are not in a hurry to make a lasting relationship

Yes indeed, Aries as your birth date astrology predicts, you are destined for success. Your whole life has been leading up to the day that you claim financial security. You are happiest in power positions but are no stranger to the lower aspects of the chain.

As your birth day characteristics show, you have worked hard to achieve the status you have by starting at the bottom. It is one of the reasons you are lucrative. You know the in’s and out’s about the business you are in.

Aries zodiac birthdays dream and you dream big! The amazing thing is that your dreams come true. In pursuit of financial wealth, you are flexible as you know nothing is given to you. It takes hard work and you tend to work longer hours. When it is over, however, you can relax and vacation wherever you want to go.

The March 27 birthday meaning also implies you work hard and play even harder, Aries. You love cooking up something on the grill or on the stove top. Either way, there is something good in store. Getting folks together over a meal will cure any signs of depression.

You invite everyone over for delicious food, fun and amusing stories. Those born on this day seldom have any signs of obesity. You do not have to worry about that though, Aries. You know what to eat and what foods pack on the pounds so you are likely to maintain your weight.

What your birthdate March 27 says about you is that you are self reliant, loyal, and sexual individuals. You love your home life but every blue moon, like to get out to a mixer so you can mingle with like minds. You will also train your children to become as successful as you are.

You are a persuasive individual so it does not take much to win over someone to your way of thinking. You love to cook and when you do, Aries, you invite everybody to partake of your nutritious meals. It may look like it is fattening but, it is not. Arians born on this day are fun loving people. They love to live life to the maximum.










The Chance


Do it

Do it now

Time is ripe

Lexis was whirling


Urgency twirled her mind

Trembling sticky fingers

Sweat itching pale skin

Heartbeat threatening


Despite her good manners

They made her invincible

Always ignored



But finally today

She was going to do it

The reality ragged her breath

Hardened by stiff gulps of salty air


Sharp needles of the sun

Caused cold but silent sobs

The sky appeared pale and grey

The late afternoon glow centered her


She was armed

Body and spirit

Hid it in her tongue

Careless, honest and ready


Today she had a chance

To be a colorful hum

A full entity




















It is



liquid splendor

and darkness ebb and flow


When she woke up today

she saw threads of sunshine

slithering through bare-branches

and swore the sun was winking at her


But she knew it carried no promise

at least not for her

she was forgotten

and broken


The sun never gave her warmth

instead it carried

icy sly pry and whispers

and she blamed it for her inner scars


Hating eyes

carried sharp blades

cutting right through her soul

rendering her dull and useless


Nighttime called her dreams

they were more alive

more vivid…

and colored the dawn


She loved soaking in the ocean

it softened her skin

her heart felt




She waited impatiently

for darkness to settle in

and noises to dwindle

to draw her in

and out


She never had to feel small

nighttime was gentle



and loving

The Promise


“You promise?”

Aged only six years,

A promise meant trust,

Strangers meant no harm


The night had descended,

Silence roamed the eerily air,

It was dark, blinding and unnatural,

Grass sounded brittle in the coldness


Sudden fear ensnared her vulnerability,

“I want my mommy!”

She screamed at him,

But he was holding her hand tightly


The tight grip hurt her,

“You want to play?”

“I will show you a game.”

She was pulled towards stretched shadows


A pale moon hung just above,

Sprinkled stars surrounding it,

The sky appeared velvet black,

As if foreseeing impending horror


Stormy emotions circled her,





Tears rolled down her cheeks,

She tried to free from his grip,

Power was with him,

She couldn’t


Nights like these transformed him,

Drove wild his animal instincts,

Hunting for naive fluid beauty,

Obeyed demanding sounds


Subdued in the stretching cold night,

Flames leaped within her body,

Sending sharp sparks of pain,

She couldn’t scream,

Not anymore










Please Tell..


Tell me,

Trust me…

I can see the sadness

The hurt in your eyes


Floating in an abyss of emotions,

She quivered with a thousand “whys’

Why not tell the truth?

Why not share her secret?


The need to speak was killing her,

To unburden all the weight,

That she husbanded,

Yet doubts swarmed through her


She had already formed the right words,

All the words that she needed,

Were already in her tongue,

But she couldn’t answer him



Silence exploded between them,

It was as if she could touch it,

She felt the temptation to speak



She called out sour memories,

Needed to remind herself,

The mistake of trusting


He pulled her close in hush,

Her heart willingly answered,

But it was protesting all at once,

Her resolve began weakening…








Abandoned Dreams

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The present cannot be extended only lived,

Abandoned dreams seem to tighten the air around,

Those that made her heart heave with heavy expectation,

For what would her future be? Without those dreams?

They dwelled deep in the depths of her heart,

They were insistence and stubborn not to be ignored,

They conjured the moment to be a haunting image,

Everything else seemed misleading and wallowing

All her activities seemed to be pointing towards her vanity,

She felt plain and clumsy not walking through those dreams,

The air seemed all suspicious as if judging her,

She knew that she had to drop all her resistance and try

She broke that deep half ironic, lunatic silence that was suffocating,

This unfathomable darkness was going to be her light,

All uncertainty that blinded her eyes was going to be her certainty,

After all, they were her dreams, her own precious possessions,


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Dark Rose

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A thread of sunshine sweetened her beautiful face,
And while the low orange candle descended in the sky,
It started intoxicating warm light on her frail skin,
For mysterious shadows of truth had taken over…. too late!

The weakening abyss of memories overwhelmed her,
A big stain started forming in her gasping heart,
Self disgust purged against those dark, piercing secrets,
A guilt that was tirelessly cutting her down like death

The dead past suddenly coming to catch up with her,
She felt like she had to make the most wrenching confession,
But the plain natured flowers calmed her soul,
The deliciously dark roses were patterned by angry thorns

The prospect of taking another step was too daunting,
For she really was not a straight arrow,
She never played by the rules of any chastening book,
She chewed but vomited from coast to coast,
She was a free soul that…

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