Agent Poems

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Action, Actor, Agent

Action, Actor, Agent short poem

To act ceaselessly ordained, By reactions inevitably chained, Karmic Wheel relentlessly turns, Fruits it haplessly churns, To rebirth, in new cycle to return. One his Truth who Knows, Neither as actor nor action, Neti, neti as the Sages said, Mere

Money – A Cruel Agent – 4

Money   A Cruel Agent – 4 short poem

The only big struggle Is for money bristle Finishes like a bubble When we see Sin puddle. Is this so thing doddle? Actually it is a circle Vicious; none to fiddle As it makes one nuzzle In their cozy castle.

Money – A Cruel Agent – 5

Money   A Cruel Agent – 5 short poem

A beautiful and sweet girdle Collecting it is quite doddle Counting is like a hot fettle Touching it is a bit brittle. Let be the Geeta or the Bible, Let be grapes or pineapple, Importance of money able Is not

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A Collection

A Collection long poem

I’ m kohl dark, darker than darkness, my skin, coarse and dirty, disturbs you. but you say dark is beautiful! you are “correct”! although I smile, it’s painful. And you get up and go the moment I sit next to

The Mind House

The Mind House short poem

The Mind House I am the agent of my own, busy, cluttered house of my mind, situated on the cockpit of self. I am trying to rent out space for prospective ideas to move in. It’s a semi furnished place,

Cigarette – Messenger Of Death

Cigarette   Messenger Of Death long poem

Introduction: It comes in a small cylinder of white rolled cover, a-four-inch-processed-tobacco- leaves, which becomes very active from slow and low combustion sustained by heat. Call it cigarette- maybe cigar-spit tobacco, perhaps, hookahs, menthol, bidis, clove or kreteks, probably, shisha

Schizophrenia Night (v2)

Schizophrenia Night (v2) long poem

Introduction: John Nash has suffered most of his life with severe paranoid schizophrenia and has gone on to be a celebrated American mathematician whose works in game theory, and differential geometry are appreciated around the world. The movie A Beautiful

Tree

Tree short poem

Trees are planted by the wise, Idiots examine a tree to be just a source of beauty, But an intelligent knows it’s price, Trees are not human who shout at their good, But are like gods who have importance in

Team Of The Fortress

Team Of The Fortress long poem

There was once a time, That I ran with a band of mercenaries. Sometimes I sit back in my leather-bound chair, And remember all of them, clear as day… The quick, sly Boston lad, Haphazardly dodges and shoots His way

Window

Window short poem

A way to the outer world from inside Is the window – an agent certified; Gloomy, depressed, woeful world Is made happy with a small riptide Which comes to the sight of bide Who live in and try to bestride

Hiroshima Speaks…

Hiroshima Speaks... long poem

Hiroshima That’s the name I am known by Sure , you know me too As do most of the people Across the globe Though for reasons not so good And why I wish to address the world today ? It

Any Way

Any Way short poem

I sat there and watched her run away I took to the needle this way I sat there laughing but I didn’t run I just stayed I just sat in the sun and mentally stole myself far away I had

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No Title (1/2)

No Title (1/2) prose poem

and I can almost sense that something bad is going to happen soon everything for some people just seem to be falling apart people well one person in particular he is such an amazing person and he seems to be

Killing Zone

Killing Zone short poem

If you walk straight under the shadow of moon, to the salt lake death will blow a long whistle. Everything was ruined in war of words. There was no peace in the heart, even after meditation, the mind drove for

Cogito Ergo Sum

Cogito Ergo Sum short poem

For God and mortals’ sake, Speak no more of Cogito ergo sum- Nor think what I think I become Nor what form I think I take. The mind is indivisibly amorphous! It has no visible or indivisible form; To invisible

Photographs

Photographs short poem

Think a bit, how may be It is loved, could never one see Deep down into his soul It carries thirst of melancholy Wishes wrapped in thuggish threads Coming out of the hellish sea, Trees of these photographs Are said

Pathophobia

Pathophobia short poem

Vast emptiness preceded him, when he stood inside a glass on road. Sun did not contradict him, light had entered back in stars. Failed fingers knocked out the magnet. There was no reason. Pain in neck neglected for long now becomes time,

Ronnie

Ronnie elegy

I remember well that sweltering summer. Sky bright at 1 am, no breeze to blow the dark in, blackout blinds and fans whispering. Still sleep was difficult, years before whale-song tapes and Victor Meldrew. Though we had our own versions.

I Just Want You

I Just Want You long poem

I think of you for countless hours Your fragrance is of thousand flowers And when I look into your beautiful eyes It feels you are the real, Everything else lies.. At the times of sorrows and despair Your sweetest words

My Mind Is Going To Blind

My Mind Is Going To Blind short poem

my mind is going to blind But It still working till night No tension, no mention It is still can surprise you ee My mind is going to blind Whatever go over It don’t mention more It don’t think that

Bells For Eveline Pt. 2

Bells For Eveline Pt. 2 short poem

Jesus Christ spoke from the holy book, That suffering is at an end, If that’s all it truly took, Then lonely Eveline wouldn’t have to pretend, The rain falls while she does mourn, Days pass, unnoticed by her grief, As

The Wind Can Dance

The Wind Can Dance prose poem

I know it’s easier to catch a breeze or two, once we have been around the bend We should take the time to watch the leaves among the trees every now and then We should take a moment to smell

Peace

Peace short poem

Peace-inner condition of mind- a quiet flowing river of invisible waves, sea wave of righteousness, money can’t buy. Peace-tranquility upon soul- calmness upon mind and body; those-you love-their home you make a resting place, your haters-upon them are disquiet and

Symphony of the octave

Symphony of the octave short poem

Sun rose silently, flowers bloomed, blueness of peace prevailed ..Silence…a symphony of silence hung heavy in the morning mist! vibration-less silence awakens my sleeping soul, into the rosiness of love.. I bathe in love, in a passionate embrace of love…

Those Days

Those Days short poem

How can i forget, Those days which, I’ve spent with you… Those useless topics, Over which we, Had debated… Those smiles which, We had shared, Over stupid jokes… That love which, We had exchanged, Over this small time… How can

Toxicity

Toxicity short poem

You’re my personal brand of cocaine, surely you should suppress the suffering and numb the pain. My rose petal lips are engulfed in your kiss of death. I worship at your feet, when I have you, who really needs meth?

*The Dead Tiger

*The Dead Tiger short poem

the hunt begins after sunset under cracked moon, blindfolded clouds start visiting volitionlessly: the nesting eagles, I choose this bitter absurdity of large wings under the sun, where they will announce the shade, a lonely patch of life, of signature

Rewind Pause Repeat

Rewind Pause Repeat short poem

Some days are easy but most days are hard, I take my self back there each night, It seem that I’ll forever be scarred, Just because I never put up a fight. Screaming yet I did not make a sound,

Found Yourself

Found Yourself short poem

A parallel pain walks with you when you split into space and time. You were too shy to die, to feel the anguish and bliss of death. Something inside you springs into a tree for a half-life. The search for

Highest Bidder

Highest Bidder short poem

Once upon a sinful past, temptation to trade the soul. Riches beyond that can be perceived andcvulnerable with lust for control. What is a soul if not old, mine is shiny and new and a souls cost, a pretty penny

Seeing Is Believing, Yet To Feel Is Most Sublime

Seeing Is Believing, Yet To Feel Is Most Sublime long poem

There are those who see nothing in every sunrise And those who see emptiness in loving eyes, They see only the water yet never the sea I just wish they would stop and take heed of my plea, Sunrises need

Force Failed Before Face!

Force Failed Before Face! short poem

He led the struggle, candidly active That had become a national mass drive He led the country, by being self-example To quote Mahatma Gandhi, incidents are ample Truth and non-violence were two sides of same coin Such pragmatic stand, led

A Date

A Date short poem

Tonite she’ll again take her thoughts to bed Far away from fear Let it be surreal Her heart skips a beat When she meets her dream With the ticking clock She explores her thoughts Ahh she finds peace Long time

Stone Heart

Stone Heart short poem

With every hit, it starts to build stone by stone And then what do you want more It’s a defense that I wish I had up more Why did you make my heart of stone beat again? Couldn’t you just

Stop

Stop short poem

If only I knew I knew what I don´t know What everyone talks about “happiness, friendship, love” If only I knew how to trust, Not only a friend but family too. Everytime anyone told me to open up, To tell

The Lost Generation

The Lost Generation short poem

Sitting on the lap of a moonbeam transcript of a gender plays with the gun. Manhood was at stake I will meet you in a cauldron. I was arrested in the house, was moving from planet to planet. Cavernous words

Parallel Realities

Parallel Realities long poem

Gripped in the smell of sweat, cat food, and ruin, handing out sandwiches under an overpass each hand-off like a shark strike, the homeless shuffle a variegated line discharging a sullen murmur, attention flitting everywhere, avoiding contact dull eyes, wide

My Life Story

My Life Story short poem

All I ever wanted, was a grand life. All the riches in the world oh what a grand life With many cars and riches, happy I shall be For all I ever wanted was a grand life indeed Not only

Book – A Resource

Book – A Resource short poem

Book is the only stop Where all halt from top For knowledge or whop Of all sort and thoughts slop. Though it clear drains prop For teacher or for carhop. They are vaguely clear lop Whenever read makes plop Of

A White Raven

A White Raven short poem

You pass through the prism of the Time Thine life is a segment of it Amid the dense woods, elder bushes and high pines You constantly strive to exist Your feathers are odd among others – They’re lucent and white,

Something

Something short poem

It had been a chessboard and nothing else from plain cardboard and perfect squares standing up on the bookcase in the living room after the old man died no one knew where it disappeared no one asked no one cared

The Coffee And The Kid

The Coffee And The Kid prose poem

I do not recall which brand of coffee she liked best. Nor do I remember whether she liked it with cream and sugar. But I am certain that she liked it strong and hot; so hot in fact, That she