Best Insouciant Poems

i never wonder why i love you
why animals can migrate with no map 
why do some moths as well as butterflies
able to choose wings up or down
yet they never vary in their species 
the sun rises in the East
the full moon is gravid with romance
birds...

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Sheer lucid waves caress this oyster beach,
an aqua drowse viewed through a saffron lend,
and siren rip tides coax into a breach
as lambent grains of sand insouciant wend
the dunes of torpid eons through the bend
of hourglasses warped like new-blown glass.
In half-remembered mimes soft breezes send,
behind my...

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I dream of a beautiful India
Where the roads are neat and clean
Where proper public toilets are built
And the fields are always green
I dream of India free from diseases
Where hygiene is maintained by all
Where people take care about proper sanitation
And realize that clean India is the...

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I look at her and I can see
a woman approaching slowly 
the land of old age, her 
night-black hair invaded by
lonely grey strands, stragglers
of an approaching army, a 
relentless force built over
sixty years, stealing bits of 
her beauty, loosening her
skin, lightening her bones.

I now can...

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As the second hand ticks away my breaths
a half-clad moon catches my eye.
Was a time when I might've seen
the ghost of half-eaten melon,
but I'm older now, my thoughts less spry.
Dark fear's hobgoblins
were long since relegated
to memory's chuckle drawer;
open windows to warm nights ease my mind.

I...

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Cider, you,me…in front of an insouciant fire.

Cinnamon cider swirling in cloissone cups.

Life, a perfect sunset in your amber-chocolate eyes, I dearly sought.

Later, to our bed, to peacefully retire.

The calico cat’s tail wound about our feet.

The tartan blanket embellished us in beauty.

Creating wedding plans, a pleasurable...

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If passion speaks beyond self-centered will,
if stones may cry aloud because a man 
keeps silence, or if whispers wash the mind 
as storms in springtime will refresh the earth,
then it is poetry  that feeds our hearts.

At birth it is a soft caress that would
protect...

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i don't care if the stars shine tonight
even less the current phase of the moon
and this restaurant could be anywhere
i would not care
you should have understood all of this
because i never looked at the menu
when i ordered
and as the waitress disappeared
into the din of a...

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A dark blue midnight  awning has its portrait,
etched by a a starlit silver lustrous galaxy,
silhouette of black lace frilled clouds,
in somber quietude  adrift  beneath a vibrant pearl,
amber moon whose gleaming radiance bemused awhile,
at the stark underbelly of flickering candles,
that the urban nocturne...

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While the waves lash the shores and splash in soft music

The dishes we serve here in this Golden Grain restaurant

Emanate aroma into the nostrils a pungent sweet exclusive

Have you visited this earlier too or how are you insouciant 



A sip of sweetly sour sea food...

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"Bildungsroman" 

childish things 
become children
the sweetness 
leaves them 
when the dream
in reality leaves them
to walk hand in hand
with the nightmare
of what becomes 
us as adults

protagonists are 
sometimes heroes
sometimes villains
inside us all dwells
a versatile shadow

we save ourselves
by extracting 
the unwanted
familial 
in our marrow

antagonists 
challenge the 
villain...

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Monotonous keyboards clicking
Redundant clocks ticking
Phones ringing, elevator doors swinging
Coffee pots brewing, vending machines spewing
Insouciant workers, carefree shirkers loitering
Clerks, secretaries previewing, managers reviewing
Visitors on stairs, in lobby chairs, lines queuing
Fate's dissonant chords o'er content hordes teeming
From Crescent's waning moon, spell of doom flinging
Across availing sky, a...

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The lean old men in my vicinity
wake to find themselves a day older
then turn away from the mirror to reflect
on their miserable circumstance.
Then they masque their decay with cologne,
snap on their one-piece spandex sportswear
and wheel off to meet their ancient colleagues for tea.

Along the way...

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I constantly search for it
but it's enigmatical elusive,
hidden in a Mona Lisa smile.
Should I arm myself against self inflicted pains?
Camouflage my feelings with insouciant emotions?
For all my cirrhosis equivocal endeavors,
I manage only to forge a jealous rift,
until fragile truths bring sullen tears.
For God is love,...

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All for one
None for all
A house of cards that will
Bring about a great fall

Only a select few
Can spellbound the masses
Becoming Kings and Queens
With illegitimate claims to fame

We lift them up high
On a plinth made of our backbones
We the new third estate
Glorify them as demigods
Who conquered...

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