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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
Each caress of sea breeze in my eyes brings gentle rhythm of foam rippling up the beach. Grasshopper-green seaweeds, crystal-white pebbles shine brightly near my toe-nails. They mirror dreamy eyes, welcoming the micro-sparkles in each foamy row of bubbles. But
In a loveless patch the seed was sown A barren field of thorn Then tears rained down from Heaven’s face Where heavy hearts have scorn If harvest time is near for us Why are we afraid? Fruits of joy were
In the womb of a test tube the male conjugates with the female, to germinate the genesis of a genus In a petri dish under the optics of a microscope a genetic engineer denudes and rapes the genus with a
The Child… Nature’s complex and fascinating bundle of joy…. begins his exploratory itinerary of Life in the big world, outside the shelter … of his mother’s arms… recording the inexhaustible personality of Nature around him!! Looking around …he sees Nature,
Like the cold old mountains And the sorrowful seas Are there, forever, Immobile; souls and minds. I’m lost, Patiently lost. Like the tender fairy wind, Comes with such magnificent swift. Like the roaring river To be absorbed into the lover’s
Far moost o’ me three score minus one year tethered upon terra firmae where planet Earth doth veer (spins upon the global axis (tilted 23.5 degrees from the plane of its orbit around the sun), terrestrial genesis (perhaps accompanied for
This poem is on the small town Udupi, and the beautiful temples that grace Udupi. Madhwa Acharya had been the man behind the vision, that thrives in its glory, timelessly. The hermit by the shore, with his followers A ship
The wail fills the genesis; you are not living in me any more. Outside a grey mist of absence prevails. For a while there was stillness of white death, then roaring of a hurricane, before it struck the ancient wall
Trust, when you can Have Faith, when you realize. Not the two sides of the same coin Trust and Faith are mistakenly combined Cornering a space in every Human Two feelings are never found together. Trust is the feeling, Of
Are angelic neurons fleshing inside a trans-Inquisition tavern? Another kind of speaking, pontificating globe? Can we feel the burning and sexing of the four seasons with the four elements, recycling earth, water, air, fire, to produce the quintessence of your
Idle plows sit bed-ridden in the numb fists of their owners while the company of grass waxes lush and the field mouse waits in vain for spoil a spell of impotence now holds the soil to ransom as worms goad
And the dark of dismay knock no more. For the wider world’s haunting, Higher than the sky My love in kingdoms hang. For the sounds of thought call out screaming Not to be heard by wiser ears. The fortune of
Same dream, different night a sense of De Ja Vu takes me back to another life… my heart beats fast like angel wings, as you come in out of the shadows I begin to remember everything… Irish green eyes radiating
Lines on forehead are deepening. No signs of abatement of fire in our bellies. The hunger we inherited is only comforting the mouthless. Broken laughs. Strange bedfellows chopping off the murals from the lips. A body rots, stinks. Maggots fly.
Poetry is the heat, a part of my flame, it keeps me cool, envelopes in a frame. Am I sentimental, idle and worthless guy? Feeling keeps me human, passions let me fly. A force compels me to etch on papers
Often have I swept the floor, the veranda, the yard and all the passages of the house. I do not know whether as dedication or devotion the rough hand of the housewife has, by my daily use, swept our household
Words and ideas can change the world! Yes,you gave us this hope. You gave voice to many of the dilemmas that churned in my mind. Day after day, night after night. But, one August morning, Not so august, though; Came
Mangled manes And battered beaks Broken wings And a life limps And is snuffed out. Glassy strings In the hands of a child, with gleeful faces That see me soar… But his hands covered With unseen blood And lingers the
Freedom is a dream A subtle silvery dream Hanging around the hills and vales of our desires Delicate threads Interwoven in intricate patterns A trap for the naive mind. Freedom is a constant struggle The writhing battle between The butterfly
With Waves in the sea rising Clouds on the horizon hovering darkness in noon spreading Tears of sorrow flooding you departed in disbelief on this date that day Time Elapsing Seconds speeding Minutes moving Hours hurrying Days dashing Months marching
This morning you thrilled me with leaves swirling Tumbling, cascading they zephyr-danced Dregs of the summer’s bright motes falling Heart in a whirl and my soul entranced All of my spirit caught up and laughing Breathless I swooped and I
The very first step a child walks is by holding her hands the very first voice the child hears in the womb is hers nothing can match the comfort that the child gets from her chest she guards her child’s
Why did you have to come in this world to become a medical waste? There was no urgency to dropp in and then remain unnoticed, with no symptoms of life. Later scooped by a dumper you are thrown on garbage.
Used stamp collecting of childhood days didn’t cost much. The knowledge revealed lasted for the lifetime. What happened to the electric car? Its picture was on a stamp postmarked 1917. Pictures on stamps reveal what and where. Much geography is
In case I forget to write about this I want you know I swallowed some words by mistake once And didn’t understand where did they go? I feel something on my fingertips A charming passionate greed Thoughts flow and words
While my ten fingers are busy forming the letters into words, A thousand thoughts forming in my mind as it creates something to accord. A tons of things to ponder and wonder, A lot of imaginations to expand and discover.
Beauty! The quality of being pleasing The experience of “beauty” often involves an interpretation of some entity as being in balance and harmony with nature, which may lead to feelings of attraction and emotional well-being. Behind the beauty Is the
In my heart and my head there is an inky blackness that roars with a deafening silence As I stand so still in the tunnel of darkness, so still, like a boat between the swells of a tumultuous mountain I
It beats a beat A wounded beat You’ve stolen it Without knowing it It cries out loud So very loud if only you would hear it out It craves your presence You’ve found another So it seeks another It wants
To celebrate a beautiful sin on the green lake a sequelae starts a covetous lust of white skulls, discovering oneself was as exciting as the fondling of breast for the first time – innocent graveside, road burning stretching to throbbing
Walking downhill, I couldn’t control my speed. Suddenly I limped and there was blackout. I tried to open my eyes but failed. With difficulty I lifted my hand and felt my eyes wrapped. I could feel the jerks of a
Thou, fragrance, you are the only one, in this universe, Liked and welcomed by all, with no hesitation, nor dislikes, Agreeing with everyone’s tastes and joining hand in hand, With anyone, rich or poor, regardless of their virtues and vices.
Those memorable childhood days are getting rewinded and I am now feeling an upbeat mood. Look like my buddies remained there while I feel I was pushed out far away Those mischievous friends, Those nerve racking games, Those magnificent swings,