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Jockeying for position. Defining pecking order. Defining power. Sea of motion. Pushing for control, supremacy. Carving out a place for survival. Quagmire of resistance. Humanities dance of existence. Has always been dog eat dog, survival of the fittest. Pace picking
Spring, its earthy smell is everywhere Shouts of children, gleefully at play Adults too, liberated at last from playing solitaire Lakes, once frozen and cold, now awake Reflecting glimmering shards of golden light Streams freed from their icy prisons, gurgle
when another (anointed as lady lucky) resident renter bequeathed her bed prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse slept on the floor like dogs dead tired from another day acclimatizing ourselves, especially when tummies got well fed and
the crows stopped contending in the parking lot there was a hint of salt and seaweed five miles inland a shopping cart creaked over uneven asphalt rolling unchaperoned until it sideswiped the curb, tilted, slid into the gutter with a
Your cheeks, in red ochre rouged In dimples, the scarab dew slurps Eyes and teeth, a white flash sleight Stretch marks, varicose crossed, like The Anaconda’s swallowing strains. Your life restless, the nose suffocates Dawn disrupts as the feathers ruffled.
The All Destroyer, Leaving nothing untouched The smile of innocence curved to that of forgetfulness. Words soothing, once pecking the fruit of togetherness. A glance of kindness, now forgotten in deliberate ignorance. Feigning to flow, yet stuck in the middle
it bleeds in thin sunset strands filters through within sunlight congealing in layers every day a fat ripeness that makes old folks sob for the urges their bodies no longer answer the pig died like prejudice you can learn about
Within the imagination I am content to live This is my stay I see how plenty, how ever-expanding it is The ‘All’ a rich array Of ever-rotating colors with which to paint And never fade away This is my stay
I like to behold the budding of bushes and branches as they prepare to bring to us their beautiful roses, shady limbs, and leaves. I like to hear the sounds of creeks, dams, ditches, lakes, ponds, and watersheds shouting in
We who are born in our minuscule cradle in the cosmos see monsters. We see monsters in our cradle having been born with us. We see monsters coming at us from below. We see monsters in the great beyond. We
For a desolatory trident I was feeding my anger. I could not do it, sell myself for punitive lenses of my calculus. A nymphalid arsenal. The war was still going on to strike in deep pockets, demolishing nascent hope. Future
I wasn’t me anymore, Why I wonder? When I woke up from my Deepest slumber. What changed me? Or induced me To change, I did ponder. I looked around I looked at me In the mirror, my salient Feature staring
Release from your own skin Soul is in shreds and leaks poison while wasting valuable Plasma on the pavement End result sub-par / sub-human No existence cruel than this Maybe… No. Yes… To exist without challenge Opposition does not exist
When it comes to communication, It is what connects humanity A strong bond that keeps the human race together So different, yet understood communicate orally, non verbally It will make sense, more meaning When spoken, learn it, or sign it
You are not history, You are the victory. You were even not selected in air force, But you commanded all armed forces. You had a vision, You completed impossible mission. You are not only a guide, You are india’s pride.
Read it slowww-lyy, Here I am loneee-lyy, Writing a song for my mother Mom. Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Beautiful days, dull sunrays, The time is fleeting like tides and waves. Far from home, living alone, writing a song for my
My love is much like gem of royal crown, Appraised through fire that it’s luster would bring, And though no throne, my heart has ever known, With her around, I would feel like a king; She is at par with
With so many thoughts buried deep within, But with no words to express her present state, Her heart felt very dry as if it’s wooden. A thousand things,it wants to convey A million words,it wants to say. Still it doesn’t.
All by myself, Surrounded only by my thoughts, In my home, With no modern gadgets of communication, No WhatsApp, No Facebook, No mobile, No ‘virtual’ friends, Away from all, In the real world, With my animals and plants, With my
The heart rending wail from the floor below Found its way into the corridors of my mind, Echoing in my brain long after it subsided. It was Munna’s mom, who died that morning, As drastically as Jigjri’s son lost his
What is the very reason for our existence? What makes us the dominating race on Earth? Remember no life can be bought through cents. Whether it’s an adult or a child’s birth Why do we work day and night? Just
It is a foregone conclusion that the writer uses all five senses to create their work. However, I have found ( at least in my experience) that each sense exercised provides it’s own individual inspiration. Not to be over analytical
Callan sleepwalks the screenporch accompanied by the wind (which tugs her cream chemise in fitful jinks) and her improbable Polish last name its consonant-rich taunt sunk into her psyche like some cypress splinter so long imbedded it has gone past
Those who don’t need the spotlight, Can live without all the cheer. They can climb heights, Without any fear. So what, if they don’t have a popular name? Or if they don’t run for fame! They have their RESPECT, And
Alone inside but, encircled by people invisible to any significance in your eyes, Empty and sorrowful, even a smile is too expensive for you, there is a whisper in you, a hushed voice, the only drive that pushes anything to
He and I (a subtle amateur attempt at understanding Narcissism) He loved himself and I loved him He believed he was superior and I was happy to be his shadow He wanted all the attention and I always showered it
Unimpeachable, the shrine wants to move on with snippets of pain. Man has failed the god. Teats were becoming omnivorous devouring the faces, ears and eyes. What would you like to eat stings or thorns? The curt bruises. Are you
Under the milky moon light With Cool Air breezing gently all round Twinkling of stars up the horizon Light background music playing Heaven appeared an inch away Holding the clean empty Glass Filling the glass with wine Sipping it leisurely
Look at the beautiful blue sky, looks like this celestial nymph is decorated just for us. Look at these fair and bright clouds, looks like they are motivating us to reach up till them. Look at these fierce plants and