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A Triad of Tanka II

The dragons have gone;

Disappearing into wind

Which bore them eastwards.

Sunset fell into shadow...

And the World became legend.
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Beneath tired maples

The lone bridge is at leisure;

An old canal dry.

The lone bridge reminiscing:-

Leaves carpeting flat ripple.
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Autumn in Kyoto

Overwhelms a persons senses; 

It beguiles the eye.

Whether river, hill, garden;

All beyond compare.

GAS STATION LIGHTS II

a lone ancient dark night
Your engine stumbles
rumbles, coughs to a stop
so close to E
The gas pump, blocky, digital
smells of gasoline
like a primordial dance 
an intercourse of machines
rape of a Mesozoic age, processed 
Petrol in a tank, deep
Swipe card, digital hum of circuitry 
Choose your poison, your savor 
Buttons—regular, premium, 
Reek of diesel 
Corruption 
So many

The Bloody Chapters of Stalingrad

From moments when love was cherished in Stalingrad,
Like stories written on the walls 
With the song repeated by Babushka 
And not long after that, the war reached its gates.

Hands turned into fists and ready for battle
Like heads and shoulders patiently under the whip,
The Motherland Calls enchants and glorifies,
Without knowing the ensuing bloodbath.

Every minute felt like

Fighting alongside the enemy

Disposable.
Just like the bodies scattered 
As unimportant as the soldiers blood splattered
A black man stands watching violence unfold
Not to the enemy 
But those who fought close
Those your supposed to trust
Comrades 
Yet somehow 
The black man 
Is on the receiving side of the bullets 
Not by the opposition
But by those claiming to be on the same

Noctuary II

Echoes of summons ring on.
With them a sonorous clamour for painted lines.
The rim of night stretches and holds fast to
a colossal nocturne hung on furs-and-clouds walls,
and a concentric image of life rotates on
edges of weak silver.

Long-dead poets campaign openly for verses –
among them Wordsworth and Eliot –
each putting a swagger to his arrogant gait of

Atomic Reaction

If you could have been
part of the population
in Hiroshima and Nagasaki
at ground zero
you would have seen
total annihilation
when the bombs were dropped
(Little Boy and Fat Man)
and if it weren't enough
you should become 'hibakusha'
victims of nuclear fallout radiation
the perpetrators censored the news
and only the survivors
were evidence all war must be stopped

Heart and Soul II

Who can remember the first time we felt the beat of our heart?
Was it when we first kissed or had it broken?
Possibly, it was when we were first told about the metaphorical love of the heart!
Maybe it was when we used it as appreciation for one’s token!

Whether it beats in the light or the rain!
The

Wake up O Inhabitants of this Earth ii

My Poem of 2009-10 resubmitted for new members of Poetry Soup.

Wake up O Inhabitants of this Earth    ii 
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Wake up before it is too late
Wake up before the misdeeds with Nature
Takes away with them, the best 
And the most beautifully nourished and preserved
Our priceless and most precious wealth
The ice from Mountains, Glaciers

Divine Love II

love is a tempestuous mirror...like an alabastrine river...

A Triad of Haiku II

We are as stiff wheat

Stood waiting in dusty fields -

Both to face the blade!
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We ran barefooted

Throughout our young, carefree days

Never caring why.
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Summers late Swallows

Re-building their sticky nests

Are mindful of time.
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To the White Rose of Germany , In memory of Sophie Scholl and the White Rose resistance group

In halls where silence cloaked the dread,
You raised a voice, though fear had spread.
With leaflets fluttering like doves in flight,
You lit a candle in the night.

Not with guns, nor iron might,
But truth and courage, fierce and bright.
A rose in winter, pure and still,
Defying hate with steadfast will.

Your words, like whispers through the air,
Asked hearts to

Mother and Child: Part-II

the little child with innocence in his eyes
trying to calm his mother down
as tears keep rolling down her eyes
he continues his search for food in the mud

he did found something he could share
but its just one rotten potato covered in soil
its crazy how he has to live with this
when he has barely spent half a

Aftermath: Part-II

They all witnessed the horror with their eyes
While this poet was horrified from what I saw on TV
Families stuck between the flood water, holding each other close
Gets thrown off from the height like a rock falling from waterfall
 
How can that fool sleep at night after watching this?
Just a little message from him into local newspaper
And

Violenist and The flute player

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  I'm so in love

Winding Way II

Crow calls me.

Not with voice…

With posture, shadow
A black curl moving, against turquoise sky.

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