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Departing Sacramento, Ca. just past 7:00 AM PT on a nice Saturday morning, we headed for Chicago. All is going well as we take off, as the pilot soon announces that we will ascend up to 39,000 feet. I am
World of danger … as I think.. Think of the deep bluish lake rich in water that seldom quenches the thirst of the masses who can never dream of drinking water to the brim of their mouths for the liquid
O flamingo, your pink is fading. Pick up the spirulina, it was caste-based. It hits there, where it hurts more. You were chasing, standing on one leg salt was dwindling in the lake. The stink unlike you is going to
Green earth, blue sky, sapphire sea Longtime a home for life to be Mother of all a vibrant womb Her children awry seal her doom Vast oceans the life-blood of all From its depths the first life did crawl What’s
O my sons of soil and daughters! I nursed you with my nectar But what you gave me back Loads of your filth and squalor. I watered your fields and orchards Bedewing lips quenched your thirst But you robbed of
The nip in the air, the shying sun Was not long ago when it was fun Winter in Delhi with its November sun Making hearts flutter for almost everyone Misty evenings made mysterious still With heady fragrance of the saptparni
Broken bottles and shattered pieces of glass Used up polybags tossed on the grass Once, tress towered high above Trunks bared professed love Birds chirped from the sights unseen But now all gone ! paper joined pollutions team Vehicles pumping
Wake up in the morning with no stress,feeling love in excess even forgot my address forget all the bad of men with no regrets turn around on my bed touch my woman and compliment her nightdress touching her hips and
From the ages past, the Swamp in the Niger Delta was inhabited by people who live on the proceed from the murky Swamp Then in a stroke of Nature’s benevolence, the murky Swamp started oozing out the wealth and riches
Just never comes the picture of your parents, When you enter the flurry of those silly thoughts. On your highly sensitive thin frame of mind, The MARKS have indeed created deep dots. Within your crystal-clear, free-flowing carefree life, Suddenly there
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
More than fifty years ago, there was a drowning in my little home town. Back then, we chopped cotton by the day, and picked cotton by the pound. There was no sliding boards or public play grounds. There was no
Yes, your name was sliced off from the impasse. I will stand with you to track the continental drift. How little I knew about you and the prosthetic words. Again and again I return to ruins, and the dust and
After separation from death rain-scented moon was rising in broken sky. Night birds started fluting one to another relentlessly; earth unjointed, was speechless, in failures we meet often, a little while. I was ascetic scaling blood pollution, the life had
Natures’ go green with the sunshine Birds disappear in the sky in that blue line Mother earth says about the story of betrayal We all have something but nothing makes it clear A silent world, an empty core burst with
From my lashes fall a salty solution but never the solution to the trigger of my violent pollution. Feeding the well within me with ammunition of self-pity. My thoughts seeking through garbage dumps of my mishaps, picking up and hoarding
The tree covered path had me but the light, Intrigued my senses so i pushed through the fright, Crackling branches above aging before falling through, Only one entrance, i’d prefer two. Tilting my head i seemingly entered another time.. i
Past days were awesome, Lost months were like blossom. Filled with love, joy, gain sometimes with tears, rains and some pain. Life like a bird knows how to fly, teaches not to give up , give it one more try.
Sorrow & comfort, Opposite extremes. Wisdom invites each soul to those scenes. Terms of life are never all kind, riddled with strife, leave achieves behind. Highest expressions Can make one so tall, But unbridled grief will cause one to fall.
Look into their eyes. Eager, wanting to know. Wanting to know what they got themselves into. Fresh faces, years before the first wrinkle. Blank slates hanging on our every word. Each time, a clean slate pregnant with potential. Each time,
They say the things that finally break you, Are the words stuck in your throat. And she has years of thoughts not uttered, Crammed in the pockets of her coat. A whispher among a word, That’s learnt only to speak.
Tattered clothes that were barely there Her tortured soul was threadbare too. She mirrored our impotent helplessness In the face of destiny’s dire performance As we watched her bizarre life played out. Every time I saw her writhe and squirm,
Words pierce minds like spear hits a beast. The burning passions evaporate in the mist. My body wriggles to straighten from top to bottom For I feel like a burning pipe to burn in ashes But , the incorrigible minds
I know not whether it was of ginger, berry or bergamot _it was fabric and she wore it instantly like a shimmer_ voluptuous almond ‘vollmond’ of gothic ‘purpur’, voice creature telling glow-in-the-dark lies _beautiful. Entering. Barrel organ unravelled and chimes
Democracy Is no longer What it used to be… Democracy was Government Of the people; By the people; And, for the people! But, Today, Democracy is… Government Of the people; By politicians— For capitalists!
What is it that is missing? What is it that is changing? What is and is not worth saying? What prices are worth paying? Who will be here tomorrow? Who won’t be here tomorrow? Who out there is faking pity
In spite of knowing Life is short , in reality we behave as if our life stretches to eternity Our routine life activities snatches away thought that one day those routine will have to come to end to become a
Words fall less motivated unless life with stress striving for bliss Dreams Suppressed Thoughts never expressed Mind long back refreshed Though feel blessed with loved ones touched With all luxuries accumulated Still feel empty handed Finding the world hollow minded
The earth’s shadow thrusts its fangs into the flesh of the moon, yet the moon remains silent, bleeding the heavy light over the waters. It wounds me; its muteness – I would like to hear it yelling as howls the
Something in me has given way have not wept still, cannot seem to weep too something very elemental has gone missing.. Have missed folks before it would feel as if a part of me was missing, but this is different
Regardless of contentions being branded reprobate Carried on just believing a share of my dished fate Others with own schema never once looked behind Kept waiting in expectancy but bliss was hard to find Harsh while in beginning then slowly
Those ruins of tomorrow Could they make me hollow? On the wings of hope this day, Swinging from the blue skies… the flight of despair stuck in the cries. Teased by the winds, Pushed by the blinds, Waking up to