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An icy winter air

I spent a lot of time alone in bed like I am right now
Peeking through my windowsill
And watching little children on bikes with training wheels 
But then I looked into my own room, and
Saw something I couldn’t bear

It was like a tornado
But quiet, not a sound
Destructive in its ways that teared me down,
Into pieces, into

An Arm’s Length Away

Sometimes, when we hurl
angry words—
ancient stones thrown by indifference,
lodging in the ears of our children.
Witnessing horror twist itself into child’s play.
A stone’s throw—killed our empathy.

Anger knows its enemy:
sitting next to,
sitting opposite of,
never with.
It sits a stone’s throw away.

Rising from the ashes of fear—
Vapours of flesh smoulder
as blooded lava flows.
Cools—
our scarred magma to a crusted creed.

The

TO AN ALLEGORICAL BREEZE OF WARM AIR

TO AN ALLEGORICAL BREEZE OF NATURE
(Apropos Of A Warm Breath Of Air)

A sweet summer breeze;
An aromatic delight:
God’s warm exhaled breath:-
My our world’s lungs soon be filled
With God’s inhaled peace and love.:-
Oxygenated
In God’s warmth, let’s seek building
A oneness nation:-

An Afternoon in the Abyss

I wait for you
where the road splits in two,
I'm forced to remain
uncertain which path is mine,
yet certain you will come.

I will open my abyss for you,
not as a prison,
but as a place to rest:
for an afternoon so perfect
it could outlast time.

I know, as every moth must know,
that the flame is its destiny:
even though the light

Consulting an Expert

On a winding path of friendly kegs,
I consumed warm beer and picnic dregs.
Next to me, a little buzzer flied.
I asked, would he help me decide -
potato salad or deviled eggs?

An autumn leaf

Oh autumn trails 
Bring pleasant winds 
That never trail south

An Awaken Dream

An Awaken Dream

A dream has come to life
With defiance 
to the compelling world
Strutting into plain and places 
stalking courage and resolve   
Befriending friends and foes
Defeating fiends then men
Huffing while toppling the night
romancing faith
just to oust fate 
aligning the sun 
to set tomorrow
and always 

In my dream, I have already loved you, with an endless passion

In my dream, I have already loved you, with an endless passion,
Like a star shining in the starry night, you are my unbroken light,
In every corner of my soul, I have felt you, like the sun's ray at dawn,
And in every beat of my heart, I have heard you, like the echo of an old

Hatching an Idea

The hallowed history of the egg
is the stuff of landmine and powder keg.
For, many an innocent egg has died -
sometimes scrambled, sometimes fried. 
The Nobel Prize, I will surely win,
for the egg that cracks only from within.

An old record plays again

Trump’s stuck-up pin playing adrift,
Here’s fig leaf of his haughty brief:
‘On verge of nuclear war
How two neighbours next door
Were stopped, thanks to my trade tariff’.
Not his policy pick,
Rather personal pique
That might drive two friends off the cliff.    
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Happenings | 45.08.2025 | USA, humour
Note: Trump feels that if lies are repeated umpteen times

An Epitaph

An Epitaph

Just remember, remember, life is not a cost, only a gift
Hmm. But what is the price of your life? Hmm. The cost

Yes. Expense. Could be outgiving as well. Or too. Hmm
Life is free. Looks like. Tell me, what is free in this life?

Only one thing. One Thing. Love of God. The Loving God
Only His

In the deepest dream, an island of data gleamed

In the deepest dream, an island of data gleamed,
Not made of sand, but codes, a new Eden that fascinated us.
Where weeping and hunger were only memories of longing,
But the Serpent of Surveillance asked: "What is their freedom?"
Happy are those fed by algorithms, day by day,
But woe to those who no longer know what it means

An Eye for an Eye

Some people say revenge is sweet,
but its true source is from beneath.
The cycle of violence it spawns,
new horrors breed as each day dawns.

When wrong is done, justice demands,
wrongdoers, for trial must stand.
After the facts are exposed,
a just sentence must be imposed.

An eye for an eye was first meant
Ongoing blood feuds to prevent.
“Don’t take revenge,” is

An Old Love Story

They are
The pages of an old love story
Earmarked, faded yellow,
Moments underlined
Highlighted in life’s colors

The words are still clear
Feelings vibrant
Hint of mystery
A “chance” meeting
A sly whisper
A stolen kiss
Never returned

The story
A non-fiction homage
To love’s tenacity
A roller coaster ride
Shrieks of laughter
Silent tears

A soft wind riffles the pages
As they walk, slowly
Hand in hand
Quoting their favorite lines
From the pages
Of an

A paradox - is there an escape?

Trapped in a box of the oppressors mind 
A paradoxical sentence where we don't get to survive 
Silence a promise to a world outside
Compliance a prison confined till we die 

Discombobulated choices
Either way each decision an enemy 
A fight for survival 
The endgame autonomy 
But freedom is a prize - unsure if we will win

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