Exile Entire life, you were postponing to becomewhat you were,neither accepting, nor refusing it;making way to run away,and postscript was not ready.Life never treats you leisurely,a harsh tone gobbles you upwith a salty taste.In you pocket a nickel hurtsYour hands tremble on turning the knob.Time to wipe off a name,like hot mud covering a daisy.The face floots in the mista tear becoming a marble.one...... Source : History English Literature
Kiss Of Death Between right and wrong,whole conflict revolvedaround the quality of truth.Blood soaked tatters were giving awayhis identity, of what he was not.There was duality of purposeone for his innert presence-and one for the world.He was trying to become prisonerof factual entity.to check the erosion of selfimploring the intution.His soul stood the rentprayed to cross the inferno,there was murder in air,a...... Similar Editorial : Celebrating Death by Satish Verma. | Source : History English Literature
Namesake Dismantling himself, what he is notto build another you,like a limbless lizard taking to flight.Violence erupts to engulf the evidence.Tethered self, flutters,fills the air, cupped criespiercing like a whistling train, in midnight.They have started molesting the mirror.Frozen skulls make a bid with empty lookswalking barefoot on nails,smothering the rage and shouts,swallowing the silence of tombs...... Source : History English Literature
Poisonous Sting After mutilated entitiesthrown into oblivion,thoughts leave the brain,giving themselves to elements of acquiescence,not breaking from the matrix.Sheltered memories,papyrus knives,and marshmallow nightsbring fullness to eyes and salted tears.Home spun jokes and spinning handsstart an acrimonious debateabout bad sex and intolerable heat.He refuses to put up the pretensions,lies, which were...... Source : History English Literature
Aureole Presence of essentia had an urgencyto find the locale of truth in dark matter.We were heading on the collision course.It was no comfort to have the courage.Being there, also was not a reality.The lips were still struggling for the words.Praise for grains of sand on the beach.There was a sharp decline in the velocity of windwaves were also dying, weary of the moon.It was not your fault, happiness...... Source : History English Literature
In Praire He was hiding it, knew its contentsbut refusing to reveal it. The denial waswithin and deception complete. Truth neverhad a chance.I could not play the game.Heart fluttered like a pigeon,eel serum was not working. I did't want to yield.Not, again my frightened mind said.Symbol of pain had become an art. I wassurprised at the distortion of sexand beauty. Sun was running furtively. His...... Source : History English Literature
By Yourself Some drag was evident;we were not keeping pace with each other.We were afraid and shadows werepulling us apart, murmuring wet things.A typical story of failure and vanishingimagination. Body limpas if electrocutedconcealing ennui.Fireflies were playing once in our backyard;soon a moon will ask the reason,why the spiders were mating ?drag queens are dancing on the street.Son of a cleft lip has...... Source : History English Literature
Lonely The sadness around the smiling eyesdid not fade. There was something unfathomable about it.Not his, it was his alter ego,he was living in strange depression.Nobody shared his room. Only moon-light slept on his pillow. He dreamed of coiled reptiles around his legswhich he did't shake off.A nocturnal shriek from thesecret masterpiece. A spider hangsfrom the roof. A lethal sting.The pain was...... Similar Editorial : Alone But Not Lonely by Denni Gill. | Source : History English Literature
Temptation It was the mirror seducing a littleblue bird. The something. A chance ofmeeting the counterpart, perhaps. Truereflection, real nothing. Must keep striking.Madness of certainty.Conflict of a desire. Condensed anguish.No, yes. Over the time he changed. Stoppedtalking about his injuries. Agreed tocease flying and carry the burden ofwings. Something failed to explode insideSometimes he was frightened...... Similar Editorial : Avoiding Temptation by scubaman. | Source : Literature Book
Effect And Reason He was very sick of reflections.Empty thoughts. Between himself and world.To perform miracle without achievement.Wanted to retrieve the happinessfrom mortally wounded life.On the velvety grass, a childhoodwas prancing. Will the wisdom slipback into time where it startedwithout a message? Burden of knowing too much was very heart rending.He thought it was useless wadingdeep in yellow sands at...... Similar Editorial : CAUSE AND EFFECT by Ryan Blackport. | Source : Literature Book
Aching Shoved aside for asking, for a mirror,condemned to live outside his self.Felt miserable. Abandoned the high-risesand walked towards the ruins,to talk to a friend. This man never listened.Lied in sleep in deep down earth ; beyondpain.Peace, yes there was. But the insideremains were in turmoil.Same guru thathe deserved. Passion to weep, cry, findingabsolute truth which never became visible.Sometimes...... Similar Editorial : Oh My Aching Head by duaneshinn. | Source : Literature Book
Past And Future When he was not walking with his shadow,living in his own sorrow and hurts ;he thought, he did not knowand sometimes he did not think he did not know..And his cup of life overflowed with tears.Death by any nickname was nefarious,a nudist paradise, shedding all the pretentionsstripteasing without guests in dark.An awkward display of celebration.Ultimately one had to leave, going back to innocent...... Similar Editorial : Past Experiences Create Bagagge by kwatkins. | Source : Literature Book
Anonymity There was a pause in timein acoustic deafness,You hear nothing.Like a book read by somebody elsehighlighted, marked, underlinedyour figure puts up an antithesisof neuralgias and aches.For namesake, cause-effect becomestimeless.Mind surrenders to white-and-greyneurotransmittersand you want to return to the womb.Life plays a game with you.Denies, pushes and tosses you aroundwith nothingness.Was not...... Similar Editorial : Paths of Anonymity by Satish Verma. | Source : Literature Book
Torture Trajectory of a thoughttranscends the enquiryundoing a delusionwithout words.How troubled earth had been?Desire was drowned in its own wastewanted to become a witness to itself.Was it a contradiction?Idiocy of a giveaway?Why the continuity of yes was becoming no?Baffled by the absurdityyou open the layers of past.A parable was still haunting.Becoming an instrument was a torture.Go your own way...... Similar Editorial : The Psychology of Torture by Sam Vaknin. | Source : Literature Book
