Can you feel me in my silence?
I hold my words like fragile glass~
unclear which ones will agitate,
unsure if truth will cost too much.
I wait, my patience wearing thin.
Can you feel me in my silence?
I want to speak, but shadows rise;
and every thought retreats again.
I reach for courage, lose my grip.
I stall, falter, then hesitate.
Can you feel me in my silence?
I do not want to disappear.
I hope you hear the pain I hide~
the ache behind my quiet breath,
the fear that love might break again.
Can you feel me in my silence?
Many times conspiracys, are proven' in times hindsight, post conformity. When does ' never again; become never mind?)
In our prescence' why does pride and arrogance make most blind.? Those who
Lived locked up, guilty only of being alive.'
It seemsmost myopic; and phobic..in actions were you, or are you as one smashing out your windows, in the coldest
Of seasons.? I argue on no theory; I agitate
Not in lies, if you live regardless? And in a
Type of insainty, are indeed besot'
leave me to reason, of the elemental
the eternal.
Yet before you decide on leaving' or are
Got.' Just try to find free living.'you
may see its imbued with true distinction, also the
Anti-dote, a counter to genocide; morbiditys and extinction.)
Loved by the many within their own state,
Loathed by the few who agitate from the gate.
A pattern repeated, a tale overplayed,
A judgement delivered before facts are weighed.
To the in-state, a father – steadfast and wise,
To the out-state, a tyrant in disguise.
A chronic affliction the Middle East knows,
A fever that silently festers and grows,
A contagion now Africa silently grows.
From Iran to Yemen, where old embers flame,
Through Libya to Uganda – the script stays the same.
From Burkina Faso and others whose names fill the scroll,
Branded rebellious by powers that patrol.
To more nations yet named in the fray,
Rebellious, dangerous – so headlines will say.
Declared by the US with sanctioning tone,
Echoed by the UN from its towering throne.
And others who gather where verdicts are spun,
Crowning a villain when politics is done.
Condemned in chambers where distant flags fly,
While praised at home beneath their own sky.
Rest in Peace: Ali Khamenei, Muammar Gaddafi and many others.
Peerless paintings mystically mingle;
Hues of heaven and earth amalgamate.
Bells of my shrines rhythmically jingle;
Logic and love lawlessly agitate.
I see Morpheus moving around my mind;
With wings of poppies, Minerva hovers.
Celestial scenes are craftily designed;
Saraswati showers seamless powers.
Monsoons recover all drought-driven cracks;
Ripples in the lake of my mind stir on.
Nightmares consummate with sweet-dream climax;
Blissfully, myriad rainbows are drawn.
Shouldn’t soul-deep joys from deep fountains rise,
As cosmic plumes lift minds to search the skies?
India’s caste still decides our dignity—
Not just apathy, but our lived condition,
We react the moment we perceive another’s identity.
The rage of symbols distracts us;
Language flares—
Wounding the non-native.
Our sphere dreams of “Viksit Bharat”,
But it doesn’t rhyme with reality—
We still breathe in the same old Bharat,
With the same claims, yet to combat (discrimination).
As we undergo vicissitudes, knowledge of boundless skies—
Which uplifts us every single time
Like bilingual voices flowing into a multilingual style,
Soaking every vein of mine.
So—educate! Agitate! Liberate!
For in the human rage of this world,
We are sunken in discrimination, differentiation, and segregation;
At every stage.
Come—let us do good, be good,
And stand as one among others.
Peerless paintings mystically mingle.
Bells of my shrines rhythmically jingle.
Hues of heaven and earth amalgamate.
Logic and love lawlessly agitate.
I see Morpheus moving around my mind.
Celestial scenes are craftily designed.
With wings of poppies Minerva hovers.
Saraswati showers seamless powers.
Monsoons recover all drought-driven cracks.
Nightmares consummate with sweet-dream climax.
Ripples, in the lake of my mind, stir on.
Blissfully, myriad rainbows are drawn.
Peerless paintings mystically mingle.
Hues of heaven and earth amalgamate.
Bells of my inner shrine jingle.
Logic and love lawlessly agitate.
I see Morpheus moving around my mind.
With wings of poppies Minerva hovers.
Celestial scenes are craftily designed.
Saraswati showers seamless powers.
Monsoons recover all drought-driven cracks.
Flora and fauna fill the nude deserts.
Nightmares consummate with sweet-dream climax
Prey, with their predators, fervently flirts.
Ripples, in the lake of my mind, stir on.
Blissfully, myriad rainbows are drawn.
Although it isn’t always easy
every now and then may we be blessed
to forget about all the things that agitate, disturb and annoy us
and concentrate even if it’s only for a little while
on all that is beautiful, heartwarming and joyous
Dressed in white christening gown
Creaky snow break mountain melt
Dissolves rigid in simmering spring
Ached ankles pummel, putrid pond
Ancient decompose steams surface
Sulphur syphons Winter hestitance
Grabs goblins soup bowl grotesque
Monster murky rub manic massage
Active agitate upsets puritan sculpt
Boiling bubbles bump aside burden
Besieged by beast belly, slimy spa
Crystallises chartreuse, past spent
Dunk of disgusting salve, hot spew
Baptises black ducks in inky erupt
Aotearoa flow, now zeal spills over
Rejuvenating Rotarua
- two lakes -
5th January
how easy can it get
all we need to do
is remain at rest
ego wishes to agitate
deflecting our attention
it’s cravings never abate
invoking bliss magnetism
flow of thoughts cease
joy fills body prism
staid silence enables
bliss ignition in the heart
spoken of in awe in fables
Forget all stupidities,
even these pitiful follies...
while raging thoughts
agitate and infuriate us!
Give up madness,
use logic to end quick solutions;
learning together does wonders!
Show willingness,
accept imperfections as faults
and take the road of delights!
Forget all stupidities
that made us shout angry words;
no time can be restored to minds
not fond of memories!
We tried and failed,
and now, we regret
our foolishness of children;
we should have guessed
what the future held,
not being stubborn
in our narrow mindset
and saved much sweat!
What can two lovers
do standing at crossroads:
split or stay together,
forget all stupidities,
reject all disparities
or try to get better?
What would happen in the absence of my presence? I directed my gaze towards her, resting my head on her lap, and met her eyes. The depths of my heart would consume itself, seeking to alleviate the anguish caused by separation. Subsequently, my mind would assume control, becoming the sole arbiter of all emotional experiences. It would sense a profound sense of betrayal and transmit this message to the cells, causing them to agitate restlessly, unsure of who would facilitate the circulation of blood through the vessels. With the heart absent, the mind irrational, the cells frenzied, and the nerves severed, it would only be a matter of time before a fleeting and ominous thought infiltrated, whispering catastrophic conclusions. The heart, unable to quicken its pace to instill fear, the nervous system incapable of perceiving pain, the mind preoccupied to the point of neglect, and the cells having identified the body as their adversary – all these factors would culminate in my loss of functionality. Ultimately, in my state of non-functionality, I would cease to exist.
The serpent within
Lays coiled
Yet never at peace
Tremors of forever
Agitate its presence
Its necessity
Determined by
Its need
To shield, protect, defy
Those who wish
It exiled
Into soundless stillness
Stripped of its awareness
A silent sentinel
Muted
Lest it strike
Its fang-like “voice”
Injecting
An end
To the conversation
we may be somewhat immune
to the seeming randomness of fate
but near and dear ones opine otherwise
so do their emotes cause our heart to agitate
if we remain nonchalant which in truth we are
indifferent is deemed to be our attitude
whilst if we pretend to collaborate
it’s but an insincere platitude
such are unsolvable dilemmas we face every day
who’s the wise guy who said earth life is mere play
I am that dragon wild and free that challenged men should fear,
But maidens pure of heart and soul are those for whom I care;
I hear the siren's call and grace her lilting, playful winds,
Hugging inconstant flows and ebbs, caressing faithful wings;
I take or leave a bounty as I choose to do at will,
I agitate to fascinate, I soar and dive to thrill;
But know you that the treasure that I need is not a thing,
I seek to bring under my spell a most enchanting being;
Mythical in your sphere of knowledge, mystical in mine,
A creature of an intrinsic beauty, sensual and refined;
This spirit weaves a power that men struggle to access,
A flame of such intense intelligence that I must possess;
I'll penetrate a shield of order with my piercing eyes,
I'll then ignite that lust and longing to unleash my prize;
I'll use the wisdom of the ages that I gained at birth,
And protect my fiery magic Sprite until my dying breath.
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