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Back in time. Staring back they are. Wondering about the Ancients they do. Wondering about those who came before. Deep history exploring. Digital archeology, searching. Searching for the Genesis planet. Ancestor programs churned by quantum simulators looking. Looking for probable
Where did you come from? Every ancestor you ever had, had to beget with who they begot. If any link in the chain begot with someone different. If someone turned left instead of right. You’d not be here today. By
Let me go first in the cave to see the hollow-eyed, bird-face, my ancestor, relic of reclusive committment, eaten by hierarchical grass, inch by inch. Calories burn to free the bones from the green pond, beached, skinned and fished alive
The Giant Banyan Tree in the country-side, Bunches of thick ropes hanging downward, Full of dark green leaves.Bats hanging from, Its branches with open wings.This ancient Banyan Tree has seen many ups and downs. Our grandmother’s village is calm and
Poignant dreams chased by fictitious self; Serendipity of mind breaking the veneer of heart Vainful self once taking a back seat; Though not for long But the veracious sun does smile through Minuscule though it may be to me; Shallow
Handprint of innerself was writ large in your eyes. I hear you in your becoming. Are you me and me are you in sameness? The words and silence? I hope you are listening to the waves, from inside, from outside.
Written on the wind the words came one day, shivering, and tired, and confused. Lost was their meaning, wand’ring all the way. They fell on my lips deadly mused. I’ve buried them kindly in my mind’s willing ear, and I
Sometimes the ice burns, a fish moves in your eyes. The ubiquity was at lowest level, nothing was visible in sun. Mission crawl in the crotch does not find any fever. The golden cave has caved in. Moon will find
You’ve kept my heart’s dynamite aflame You know I can never be the same since your charming kiss did my heart tame. What words can describe your beauty’s fame? No smile can contend with yours’ my dame. It sends sorrow
When difficulties find their way The mind must reach beyond this day. Search beyond the horizon’s bounds. The mind can travel to new finds. Another day writes what it may. Sunshine drives the clouds away. The sunset will seal it
In the midst of conversation A question rose out of the blue, What would I do if such opportunity were to arise. In a conversation about long term goals without hesitation or notion Without any specifics given to her question
I started on a journey Irrespective of my fear I aimed for the pinnacle On my passion I would swear I refused to relent Thought my path was clear I was blissful, full of inspiration Ignorant in my approach Seemed
Winter snow And a fiery glow From eyes that twinkle Like the flakes below A romantic stroll Along the water’s edge Dodging screaming children Cutting corners on a sledge Buildings, trees And fences ablaze With bright, twinkling lights In the
Perhaps she lives In our dreams alone, She whose face is Illumined By the rays Of the sun, While the dansette plays Some romantic melody, O how I love The one Who lives in my perfect love. It’s so strange,
When you have nothing left. It is imminent that you create your own peace of mind with every direction. Take some time out and evaluate. Reevaluate. Make peace with the things which we control, and the things we cannot. In
Walking through the rainbow garden Of marble walls and fountains of gold I still wear the blue crystal you gave Me 10 years ago and sometimes I can Still hear your music when the right Wind blows, stranded in paradise
When a crisis happens Our life is changed Either endangered Or rearranged Conflict precedes clarity Urges wars and enmity Enmity brings despair Wars are never fair Peacefully solving a crisis Wisdom is your oasis Responsibility to grow Every person must
The world’s new code of conduct Misusing of office protocols to suit one’s taste Stocking stolen billions in banks and calling it your hard earned money A sweet temptation destroys people’s integrity is it’s goal Causing poverty as you milk
Life has been never so humorous It is also not so rancorous. All teachers care for dangerous Children who lead life glamorous. But life my dear is not sonorous; It is much largely murderous. Teachers are the right rigorous, Who
As I sit here alone with my thoughts and my fears, suffering the consequence of those bought social sneers, I can’t help but embrace the judgement from peers. A reality so true; I’m nothing more than a broken old gear.
Hoping for more good days. Wishing that everyday was like today. Filled with joy and excitement. But containing the sorrow and sadness. Good days come and go. Containing both the joy and sorrow. Some containing more than the other. But
Oh deep, dark depression, my uninvited guest, the persistence of oppression is precluding my life’s zest. The dark before sunrise of a dawn that just won’t break, suppressed by a thirst for my soul that only sorrow can now slake.
One Thousand Dreams, Thrills, Fogs of December You wake up in a lonely station when people passing.. One Thousands way to escape like every one did you met… in another world everyone is vagabond.. Mama was gone, you don’t know
With fractured hands I lit a pyre of small nudes with pink globes. A moon bleaches me white in a long night. A reprieve was needed from the scorching sun opening a jinx of a metaphor. The poems will take
Silence Pays God loves without bias He is the most secular, Never ceases loving In His duty He is regular. He is nether deaf Nor He is sightless He listens to all But prefers stillness. He looks at all his
Sometimes we’re Adam and Eve again Sharing guileless our delight Sometimes our hearts collide unchecked Drinking in each other’s sight Sometimes the Earth feels very old And we in it deserve our place Sometimes our mingled breaths unite To form
Roses are Red, Daisys are Yellow, Violets are Blue, Auta is Black, She is fair Her hair, curly, When she flips it backwards, I feel this magnetic pull towards her. Her face, so clear and spotless, With blue eyes, In
Teenagers falling in Love is akin to adding fuel to the fire Little do they know the intensity of mutual attraction will fade out burning their heart and soul in no time Love birds feel living apart is impossible they
Blood dripping from the pages of history books, wartime pictures, dried bones, graveyard stones, torture weapons, memorial sites, echoing the atrocities which occurred at Auschwitz. Any poems that capture the glimmers and whispers of a rainbow in another season may
December rain falls in her forest-rich, forest-deep garden, a different kind of house where time has slipped away. New year does not seem to arrive. Or is it a new moon every dusk? Half-resolute, I step into her poetic house,
I have solely turned this creation into mess, becoming a cause for frustration and moments of distress, resulting from price tags and use of over-inked cheques, and also from partaking in acts of repeated carelessness, It’s safe to say that