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the joker's vengeance or the blood of the rose

the joker's vengeance or the blood of the rose

A Poem by vivekanand


THE JOKER'S VENGEANCE OR THE BLOOD OF THE ROSEwhen the jokersmilesit is not in approval..his noddoes not meanYES..his fingers pointin the opposite dir..
an anti thesis- survival of the fittest

an anti thesis- survival of the fittest

A Poem by vivekanand


i stole the lonely bee's nectarand drank it in secrettheni smashed the beeonto the nearest walland waded through therivers of mute reverieengrossed in..
twilight girl

twilight girl

A Poem by vivekanand


i kissed her hardin yesterday's half-duskthe twilight girl ;she is so beautiful,but i must go..my thick red blood conjures a canvasthe landscape of a ..
the man without a past

the man without a past

A Poem by vivekanand


i entered a room of mirrorsthe room entered me..we became brotherscannibals of soul..we were the grand dreamseach conceived in the other'ssilent sleep..
i am a foreigner

i am a foreigner

A Poem by vivekanand


i am a foreigner at times to your love.. and prophecies of inseparable friendship.. i do not understand how i can not deny m..
miracle

miracle

A Poem by vivekanand


MIRACLE…….. Nine out of ten times The black cat crossing your road Decides your destiny.. Nine out of ten times You com..
21st century pyaasa..

21st century pyaasa..

A Poem by vivekanand


this organismsits in the elaborate porch..this organismsips the morning teaand munches roasted breadhis mother makes..this organism drowns into an aft..
there is no posthumous nobel

there is no posthumous nobel

A Poem by vivekanand


1you could live inthe grandest wax palaceyou could fudge everybody's accountand still get awaydrawing gratification at the heapcurses build..curs..
the loneliness of the masochist

the loneliness of the masochist

A Poem by vivekanand


in my lonely verandah,everyday i fed the crowscoming by punctuallyi felt they smiledand opened my cupboardreserved for warm wordsand embraces..yesterd..
the purple hour

the purple hour

A Poem by vivekanand


i wander the wildernessof your desires,tracing your butter voicein ancient songs of childhood memory..i sense the aroma of privacyi gulp at the silent..