A beckon of naught but a complace’t Tis a night of once in ne’er to be seen in nakedness grace’t Where the night perspires to a sheen the dryness of full light of the moon As chance presented leaves o… more →
A.B. Thomas, Mutter Flukawrote 2 months ago: I am yet to write about her lips, ocean of her eyes or beautiful slopes of her back. Still, she is m … more →
wrote 2 months ago: Arrange files Empty my recycle bin 7Zip my memories Delete folders you put them in Program my life C … more →
wrote 4 months ago: The mist covered the land As the morning sun emerged from the its little death The lonely rays bra … more →
wrote 5 months ago: And they go slow In between the sand dunes Carving a path towards the unknown Towards the lost oa … more →
wrote 5 months ago: The mighty clouds Covered the sun On a whim without a warning The cool wind blew Bidding the war … more →
wrote 5 months ago: We gaze upon the forgotten mirrors on the walls The reflections of time The faces we once Used to … more →
wrote 6 months ago: It takes me to the fall Then I hold on to my fall I hold my breath Till I run out of breath With … more →
wrote 6 months ago: Often I lose candles before I could strike any matches. And my thoughts fly away from myself before … more →
wrote 7 months ago: Oh… little heart of mine What is it… Speak out why don’t you I feel you trembli … more →
wrote 7 months ago: She couldn’t be more than nine years of age Eyes of green and a sun kissed face Sitting on t … more →
wrote 7 months ago: There’s a place somewhere In the eye of a storm Houses with broken windows And shattered do … more →
wrote 7 months ago: Love struck Then it’s gone Youth and life It wont be long Fear of old To age alone Life … more →
wrote 9 months ago: Here is the deal This heart will always heal Here in this space This heart will find a place Her … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Now why on earth would I ever think about “borrowing” a mail truck? Head on over to Jama … more →
wrote 1 year ago: #1 in the Poetry Potluck Series, celebrating National Poetry Month 2012. “Tell me, what is it … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Munch on mango! Happy Spring! Though the calendar says March 20th is officially the first day of Spr … more →
wrote 1 year ago: And it will pass… Your smiles and tears… The heart shivers and the beats… And i … more →
wrote 1 year ago: It’s poetry picnic or time for Thursday poets rally, I wonder if you are ready? Bring in a poe … more →
wrote 1 year ago: In Jewelry shop Filled with gold and diamonds He sits still on a sofa Watches people who are buying … more →