Come on life , come
fill my heart
a drop of emotion...!
The black centered eye
i was arrested by put piece of shadow
spreading seven colors.
Relationship nailed in heart wall.
Bend the memory bine
Lage head down to a deep drop
birth to dry heart, spark the eye water
I step like river!
Shadow river run in the ocean heart
Almost hit by wave of wing struck the mind
Open your heart
I can drop half of my sorrow
Open up your life
I can drop tear sea ..!
If memories covered with aculeus
love to cuddle me tied shoulders
Crash the callus formed hollow bones
Give strength my rusty arms...!
On my slender face half of new moon shadow
Spread me half of your happiness
Let lough happiness line If have time
Let them flow wrinkle channels if have Location.
Griefed emotions inside the heart
this goes much deeper drop fence around
Let them again suffered days
Let the color buried dreams....!
-Ravi B.N.Murnad,INDIA
The stone's angle
offers no cover
as she lay
openly exposed.
Her pedipalp mane, disheveled
by the soft reverberation
of an accidental intruder.
Whose mouth will froth?
Whose stunned lungs will blanch?
Whose limbs will twitch
then stiffen?
Aculeus poised; quavering telson.
What is her decision?
Will you writhe in the throes
of her opaque venom?
Or will she?
Author's commentary:
Scorpions are intriguing creatures.
Urban legend has it that when they are threatened they will do one of two things:
sting their perceived aggressor, or sting themselves to death.
Thankfully, this is only a myth and my reverent faith in the scorpion remains intact.
But still, the idea led me to wonder why, when facing extreme hardship,
some people exhibit self-preserving behavior while others opt
to self-destruct.
It's fascinating to me that the latter could be considered a viable option.
Heck, even scorpions know better than that....