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The king is dead! Long live the king! History of rulers is no different from ordinary mortals, The crowns and kohinoors travel from one head to another uneasier head. Emperors, Monarchs, Kings, Pharaohs abdicated By methods natural and unnatural, Thrones
An ode to Bhimsen Joshi You sing to the earth, it’s minerals, it’s metals, it’s pure stones. You sing to the earth, it’s sand, the yellow sand, the red sand, it’s rivers of sorrow, the waves, the waves that no
Nature is wild and eagles and wolves will never be lovers. But certainly Poetry can overcome every obstacle and translates our dreams, desires, passions.. in images that evoke even a new, different Universe. It fulfills the very nature of Poetry
As the dusk sets in reluctance envelopes me pestering me and asking me the same question again And again. I ignore, unwillingly check-out drag my vehicle ahead, but the slightest touch of wind drifts me, scares me and travels me
Time is a mirage to keep you in A continuation of what was and about to begin In sleep we travel far to unknown places from within The subconscious eye that gives us perspective of a singular enlightening The world
Everything we do has poetry embedded within it Like a stone yet unturned A picture of the sun that brightly burned The faces of young children as they strive to have learned Describe an emotion that you feel and have
Consciousness is but an electric signal that originates in a receptor neuron cell and then travels down sensory neuron cells to the spinal cord and brain only to return by motor neuron cells to a muscle move This full cycle
Leaving the concrete jungle far behind, towards Nature travels my mind. In search of solace, as the wind softly kisses my face. Grass moist and green, such relief from the cruel and mean. Meandering trails through the woods, leading me
Sweat Sweat travels through the wave His vice gets harder and harder Leeches, Earthworm clamoring in the soil The Earth is crying with the sweat Some fear, some take a bow His bread and butter he earn though Blood gushes
Just like mantises, hurrying to finish his last embrace, so to be taken by the husks of his beloved; Like a butterfly, flying to the sun, but hunted by a pale lamb hanging on the dust of the road; Like
T’was a dream inside a dream inside the mind of a lunatic Incongruous visions swirled about mirrored walls Mixing and blending all colored soft matter folded together Resulting in a nightmare only the insane would enjoy Taste and scent are
Are you the gentle breeze that, Wafting timidly o’er the arid lands, Bring with it the bounteous seeds Of life, scattering them far and wide Over barren plains and greying crags, Altering the countenance of what we Perceived originally to
(1) Poetry is holding eternity by its front curl, each time it passes through a transitory flicker. It is seeing all winters in just a refraction of a water drop. It is your face blushing whenever a firefly flames its
A tie of life full of affection With a common dream for eternal continuation. Building a haven filled with passion Along comes a gift with a task of attention. A pensive journey through the long duration The whole nine months
O love, reveal your true state, Thou who reigns on human souls, Lording all passions of sublime mold, Leaving the lovers dreaming to prate. Thy shapeless presence makes us powerless To overcome the breathing necessities, manoeuvring souls twin in flesh
Sound Many sounds Living sounds A world is built with sounds Who is speaking? There are emotions Is madness an emotion? The question A common noise Out of the endless loop of noise a sound emerges Can you hear it?
The dream of water, in a spiritual awakening… And the journey of Pisces through the astro sea in the shadow of Neptune. The travels of Apollo in the company of Horos and Aphrodite persuaded by the great and terrible creature
Life invades the truth. Who cares? The night was thin, my eyes will search for stars. Now pain travels, backward from a smile? A myth unfolds the terror, of infinite tomorrows, an escape from the eternity? We will die, only
Round and round, I turn around. People blink at me, I never unwound. The world revolves with my feeble sound. When people follow me, they are time-bound. The sun travels on my arms. The moon follows my norms. I am
The autumn breeze blows through the trees whispering secrets known to few from all of his travels in summer under skies of azure blue He tells of flowers smiling when watered by the rain and of butterflies kissing them again
“There’s magic in the Coolroe-stream, or pucks weave herb into the browse to make me dream… In Killorglin town I bowed before a virgin-queen, who gave a crown to make me king with vision over everything. Our match remained unconsumate.
From the dizzy heights of my blind, blind love, From the darkest abyss of my sins, From the broken shards of your words that hurt, From the silence throbbing madly in my ears, From the rotten skin that I’ve been
Billions of billboards and floods of commercials Bombard and pollute young minds and our values Where social vices overwhelm visual material So, what are standards of beauty and virtue? Is beauty really only skin deep, let the young ones judge.
You are my inseparable love that always accompanies my shadow everywhere I hang about Your are dazzling halo of love that spreads fragrance of warm feelings and emotions You are my succulent and luscious holy beloved who is always and
For a messenger of lies I lay down the script. A kick starts the game. I am the only visitor to the gallery. Kamasutra suicide displayed was a way of expression of a revolt against honour killing of your own
A hidden self portrait in a tar pit I do not want to explore further. Wind was making a big sound the tarp blowing off, I stand naked under the scortching sun. A classless pain rises fiercely I am careless
How soon Persephone would say goodbye, And leave her mantle, white upon the ground? My heart seeks not to know, nor reasons why, But makes the most while she is still around; How soon will friendly stars all disappear, When
Positivity, happiness, love, these Words you threw at me, expecting Me to grab on to them and connect. Expecting my instincts to take over, Expecting my soul to grasp onto them Instantly knowing, feeling, understanding Their nature, knowing how to
she couldn’t stop laughing and the electricity hoarded by her belly in secret crept to her spine and began to seep toward the nape of her neck where it would explode like mercury brilliant and ungraspable to lodge in those