Clusters of madhumalti
Bloom through the dark of the night Fragrance of the flowers Leads to a bright new day
Madhumalti(Combretum indicum, is the scientific name of the plant, also known as Rangoon creeper / Chinese honeysuckle)
न दिशा दो बस थोड़ा प्रकाश दो और उड़ने को आकाश दो कोई रहस्य नहीं, एक बेल हूँ मैं तुम पर अवलंबित हूँ पर अमरबेल नहीं बढ़ रही हूँ तुम्हारे संग गुँथ गयी हूँ तुम्हारे अंग अंत तक के लिये....
Hindi translation of "creeper"
Do not guide I need not to be tied Just show me the sunlight I will take my flight Not so creepy, just a creeper Not a dodder, just a seeker With you i grow Just a vine With you, I entwine Till the end.....
A thought provoked by a creeper....
There blew winds of change,
Immoral they made me forget, Forget the pure form of love. Entwined around this heart, The dreadful poisonous creeper, How they **** all life inside. Perhaps you misunderstood, Blaming someone else I am not, Because I was the gardener.
My HP Poem #958
Tongue in cheek I detest you
Hand over foot Make a peep ***** And I promise I'll ****** you Bad tact I'm a cesspool Festering in the nestle of your daughter's well developing ******* Everyday I follow her home from school This unnerving pervert unearthing fervor making ya catatonic & giving your heart murmurs Nurture the thought It's just the tip (Of the iceberg) Gotta stir the paint before you make a mural Ma'am, I'll purloin your ham purse until my burial Don't be a sourpuss It's final I'm vile And I swear I'm not a *******. Want some candy?
none other, than the creeper
like none of this is burning around me i feel the flames as there rising trail of death, now you found me im the prince of lies but im trying to **** off all that is painfully dying inside thats within me, around me, and within my mind ****** the marrow from my bones cant let it multiply inject the life back into me i do not wish to die i am the devil & im looking for residence in something i am the faun
I put my head down on my pillow at night,
I smile as I close my eyes. Because I know that I don't have to feel frightened. Because Slendy's peeping, keeping close eyes on me all the time. Slendy knows, I'm only five. Just like he knows my brother Johnny is nine. But Johnny doesn't like Slendy too much. He says he's scarey and frightens him to the touch. But I like Slendy. I've told him every time. Slendy means no harm! That's why I don't hide. "Come now child" I hear Slendy call, He's waving his arms, So flimsy and long.. They don't scare me though. Because I know that Slendy's my friend. Not a ******. "JANE!" Slendy starts to move away, I move towards him in such a sudden daze, But I hear my mommy keep calling my name. "JANE!" I look away from Slendy to see her running to me. "What are you doing?" I asked her as she picked me up, As she held me Slendy vanished. He was gone. That was the last time I saw him. But I know he's watching me, Slendy always talks to me.
So, I felt like writing a story and a poem at the same time. This sort of just came out. Feel free to tell me your opinions.
Cooling babble, Paddies ‘tween The bugs swim, paddle Whispered gush, Though never hush There cast soft in the light of ease Sensual talk Down the candid rock A bridge to honor the way Bemoaned pleasures Nature’s fetters Gone as a little mouse Trickling now, Walk on wetter The fall may never stop And soon all secrets are revealed Silence— Heads go to the leaves Spies returning to the eaves.
"Are windows open?"
Said he, "I'm cold." "Only the windows," Said I, "of your soul."
— The End —