India ascent to mount everest
India known to be finest economy
But dead economy echoes nation-wide
India known to be military might
But india is outweaponised by enemy's hypersonic jets
India known to be emerging hindu nation
But no reincarnation,no salvation
does India suffers from activities deficit phobia,sovereignty deficit, phobia,height phobia?
india's highest peak expedition without getting eaten alive
Into the thin air,out of thin air
India ascent to mount everest
The extermination of my self-identity
comes easy when taken from the tongue.
Words hanging in the balance,
breathe in the air in which they are strung.
Wrap tightly around my neck,
wringing the air out of my lungs.
Infestation of the mind and of
a heart so fractured yet so young.
Carried deeper into a world of hate,
so I let go of the hand that I once clung.
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL THEY SAY WE ARE ENOUGH.
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL THEY SAY WE ARE
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL THEY SAY WE
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL THEY SAY
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL THEY
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH.
Do
not put
me in a
box where I can't
be seen. I will not
hide anymore, I must
be set free to fly. Do not
put me in a box, where I can
not breath. Yes I need fresh air to breath,
friendships suck the air out of the air. No!
No!
life here
for us now,
I need to move
far away from you.
No more hurting for me,
your words hurt. Your silence is
wrong, my life will be very fun
filled with joy and happiness with you
not in it. I am now saying good-bye.
Put a little cardamom in it.
Spice it up!
Cloves are great for health.
Add that in too!
A pinch of cinnamon.
Wow, what a robust flavor!
Don’t forget Ginger!
Peel and feel the texture.
Drop it in!
Pitch black tea leaves.
It leaves you with a strong, but bitter sensation.
Hear those bubbles sing and dance while boiling,
Steam shoots up in the air out of the tea kettles’ spout,
like a rocket to the moon.
Yes, I can drink this to the moon and back.
A tasty concoction of flavor in this tiny little cup.
Simply just pleases your taste buds.
Stems from the country of India.
Spicy and yet so sweet.
Makes your day complete,
rather than incomplete.
Under the summer heat.
Or embracing the streaks of cold air,
while wrapped up and gulping,
then saying: “This beverage is just one of a kind”.
Love, betray not my trust
When I have given it all to you.
Leave me not in the dark
When I have held high the light for you
All the way through the stormy night.
Abandon me not to the streets,
When I gave you a place to stay inside my heart
When everything seemed impossible.
The air, out there, is hot and cruel.
Bite me not, when I have fed you like my own
Not on dry bones but rather, my own flesh.
Love, let go not of my hand
Lest I fall off and die!
Stay with me, stay with me!
And, when you are to raise your foot to take a step,
Go with me for I want to walk with you
All throughout life’s pits and paradise.
Love, give me love
For that’s what my soul thirsts for in the desert of loneliness.
We've got to pause and ask ourselves: How much clean air do we need?
Quote by: Lee lacocca
The air that we breathe must be clean
Too many infections we’ve seen
Difficulty breathing
Is a horrid feeling
To keep air clean, we must go green.
Trees put oxygen in the air
No trees at all would bring despair
No one would be alive
No creature could survive
Thank God for the trees He put there.
All those in the world that exist
Must each do their best and their bit
To save earth, save the trees
Keep plastic out of seas
For clean air out there, please do it.
NIGHT BEWITCHES
Night offers that welcome darkness
With only the pale moon to observe
When undefined things will emerge
And those rare emotions can surge
Strangest sounds that touch a nerve
And images, proud of their starkness
The witching hour will come at night
Feeling cold running down your spine
The chill wind blows like a soft moan
Now sure that you’re no longer alone
You know something crossed that line
Whispers dance in the air, out of sight
The shadows are barely sure they exist
Moonlight casting weird shades of grey
The dark cloudless sky feels undressed
Things scuttling around, as if possessed
All scurrying to avoid the dawning day
An enchantment opportunity, missed
It all starts with the touch of your fingertips it sends little electric waves throughout my body.
The way your eyes look into mine makes me want to devour you.
I want to taste every last drop of you.
The taste of you.
The smell of you.
The feel of your body against mine makes me get lost in you.
I want to totally loose myself in you and stay there forever.
I can never get enough of you.
But reality comes crashing down and sucks the air out of my lungs making me wake up.
Then you're gone.
writing a poem in the middle of a pathway
dying slowly from losing her because of myself
the paper is blank
the pen is unused
the tears come from nowhere
i am in a familiar place when i am lost
then all of a sudden, the words come, but then they leave again
i am cussing the air out, but there is a mirror in the sky
the paper is now filling up
the pen is now taking labored breaths
i am in a familiar place when i am lost
now the rain sneaks up and begins to fall quite heavily
my poem is ruined on the paper, but not in my head
i wish i could afford a computer, but i will just wait for the rain to stop
somebody must have heard me because 'boo!' says the temperamental sun
i get another piece of paper and start the poem over again
it comes out a bit differently, but the uneven rhythm of it is still the same
it is amazing what a broken heart can say
when writing a poem in the middle of a pathway
dying slowly from losing her because of myself
the fears come from nowhere
i am in a familiar place when i am paying the cost
Up in the above
roof gardens pluck air out of thoughts.
Changelings run between
brick walls
one is dead-eyed and evermore shall not see
yet it grows itself upon a dendritic tree
to hear what the empty places speak of.
Long moved furniture’s leave there after-images
they remain as stains upon inlayed grains.
inside the crumbling interior of bare floor
wood owls slowly turn spiral eyes
to see for those no longer here.
Above this homeless and dreaming mind
a straight-backed chair plays a dark cello
most melancholy are its tunes
that resound on ceiling and echoing ground.
The space within the structure will one day rupture
but for now a ghostly grey-matter
knits together
the under, the over,
and that room
where music sighs between two lovers.
I get the overwhelming urge
to step out for a morning walk
yet all I seem to accomplish is
air out the loneliness of my night
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on May 30, 2022
The turning wheel of transient time
rotates life’s rhapsodic kaleidoscope,
and creates enchanting patterns prime,
crafted by mélange of mesmeric hope.
Contrived chameleon colors transform
the visage of mind’s vast topography
into ashen wasteland ravaged by storm,
or into a glistening emerald valley.
The rootless diffused dreams adrift,
float in the cascade of fantasy sight,
the shroud from misty vision they lift,
fashioning a beguiling vista of delight.
I have been flying on butterfly wings,
flittering in rippling air out of distress,
before it could fly away beyond spring,
forms for me the tapestry of happiness.
I have traveled lonesome in sunny days,
across the greening wilderness in shine,
or along the glittering garden pathways,
lined with spring saplings in hued vine.
Mind’s canvas turns into memory montage,
as the receptive consciousness free of strife,
configures bliss in the kaleidoscopic collage,
I see the reflection of joy in the mirror of life.
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May 7, 2022
Contest : In The Mirror Of Life
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Hey silly hat jumping on my bed. How do you jump with no legs? Silly hat why you ate all my pickles? I thought you was going to give me a nickel. There's mud you put on my floor. Now I have to chase the cat you let out of the door. you are messy, messy, messy you silly hat. Messy, Messy, Messy I say. Why did you have to ruin my day? Go back in the closet and onto the shelf. Just let me play by myself. You fed my goldfish some my cat food. Why silly hat? Just be cool. Your jumping and flipping on and off the wall. You even let the air out of my brother's basketball. I finally caught you silly hat with my butterfly net. You have to be put away because you have cause a mess. Now that the hat is put away the mess I have to clean will take forever and a day. If you have a silly hat in your way leave it in the closet so it doesn't ruin your day!!!
Ah, twas only by a fluke conversation,
whence a speech pathologist
informed my parents about
the Lancaster Cleft Palate clinic,
where oral an examination
revealed minor birth defect
identified as a submucous cleft palate,
which explained the severe pinched twang
somewhat mitigated by wearing
a removable prosthetic
fashioned by Prosthodontist
Dr. Mohammad Mazaheri MSC, DDS
fastened with clasps to upper teeth
whereby a makeshift miniature
plastic protuberance closed the gap
so air would be prevented
passing thru my button nose
and thus gentle and soft as a shutterfly
shunted air out thee oral opening
though congenital defect disallowed
returning merchandise back to sender
nor could blame be affixed
at either father nor mother
who both harbored the genetic mutation
now such admissions
re: aforementioned impediment allows,
enables and provides boasting rights
if in a mood to temper
any curiosity or satisfying a rumor
whispered down the alley,
whence I said “ah”
left nagging nincompoops
as if pie hole filled with a gobstopper.
Soul on fire fueled by deceit, insanity assumed power while fear controls our streets. Who can we follow when there's no one left in charge. Despite quiet whispers repeating another dead end.
I remain heartbroken but chest is still beating hard. Miserable at best hearing echoing confessions, self neglecting guilt, war is supposed to fight for a cause. This will never be over the world’s conflicts won't ever end.
Some will argue against anyone, it's like pissing in the wind. Always has something to say just stop no one cares. Riots consume towns, every politician says you can trust me. They swear everything's okay then why are people still suffering?
Toxic lies in the air as government enforces suffocation, oxygen everywhere, but there's mandatory mask asphyxiation. Plenty air out there, but not allowed to breath. Sacrifice any thing willing for a war not worth our nation bleeding.
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