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In the Wake of Transformation

Affirmed & Perfect
I looked at my reflect, 
Green T-shirt paired with black pants, 
Hopes of bright future surged ahead. 

I waited long, till a van came, 
Reached late when class had already commenced, 
Nervous and unknown in that herd, 
I thought, 
Someone would know the Aditi I left. 

With each passing day, 
I, too, failed

newspaper business has brought us far

newspaper business has brought us far
to these territories where desert rivers
descend from    huge clouds cultivated
but we live on        twisted lips to build
something for              those coming in
oh you who love   

partly sunny

partly sunny
for the local affiliate
between

all directions from the same place

all directions from the same place 
don’t lead to the same place
  that’s why you’re a butterfly
     and I, a moth, but one family
         the abandoned lawn
            but I care about

Stannie Genesis

Rough Draft

[Hook]

Despite all these doubts he shouts at the demons
From now on You cant talk me out of believing
He realized this the right time to get even
Cause he knows there is no sequel

Rough verse

feeling so helpless 
So doubtful of my financial welfare 
who the hell cares but I do 
there is a need to grind

Slogging Through the Riff-Raff

Fender-bender over there,
the traffic is awful,
ain’t not space left in the lot,
that’s such a load of bull,
and the punch-in barely works,
that’s almost criminal,
this is how we all start the day….
The whole server’s on the fritz,
I.T. just says reset,
I’ve turned if off three times,
but it hasn’t worked yet,
and the boss is running late
yet it’s a safe

Street Life Pitbull Thug

(Intro)  
Yo, I got scars on my knuckles and dreams in a duffle,  
Life gave me lemons, I sold 'em in a hustle.  
Mandy said “swing by,” I said “bet,” no delay—  
But what happened next? Man, lemme just say...

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Verse 1
Mandy told me to stop by, I pulled up in Crocs,

Born Beneath Plutonian Skies

I was born beneath Plutonian skies,
Where silence held the scream of centuries,
And the air was thick with memory—
Of kings undone and gods forgotten.

In the shadow of Saturn’s gaze,
My soul arrived not to live,
But to remember…
To tear through veils stitched by empires,
To speak in the language of dust and fire.

They marked my chart with fear—
Pluto in

LOST

Yet a new journey began 
I don’t know where life will take me to,
Things may be in my favour
But I don't know what it will make me do.

Just holding my pen
I can't see future ahead,
Maybe I am just over thinking
so, I went to bed.

A new day begins
with the same thought in mind,
Maybe it is just

Customer

The proposal 
Was a postal
Verded, nouned
and decisive
Told to a family
Of peoples
Humored and
Decisive
Tanks like ponds
Our Giant Prawns
A District
Countisourre 
A taste fresh and delicious 
One a seafood lover
Couldn't ignore
We propose in business
A site to construct
And build
A marvelous facility
With freezers and trucks
and skills
People Oh people
Your talents to create
A Product for
Millions
Where there is millions
To make
Internal and external
The environment we
Do

Betty White graces a stamp

Betty White lived so long,
they had all kinds of names for her.

She managed to stay America's sweetheart
for a century by being kind and funny.

A heart of gold worn on her sleeve,
she could make everyone smile.

Her sweet face is now on a stamp 
while the tributes continue coming.

Her curls sweet and eyes a'glitter but
it's her smile

Ode to Krish

She is not made of atoms,
but aftermaths
the kind that linger in a room long after
the lights remember to flicker back on.

Her spine?
An origami of fallen yesterdays,
creased by collapse,
but folded forward into flight.

They call it resilience,
but she knows better
it’s architecture,
a cathedral of nerve built from
"this will not break me,"
hummed on repeat until it didn’t.

She speaks fluent

looking back five years ago

Two formidable contenders are battling for the crown, each making grand promises. Where do we go wrong? What wisdom does our Bible impart about speaking in tongues? It's a reality that for one to win, another must lose; that’s the essence of this game change. We know that nothing will ever be the same again.

The Bearing To Focus

Pains are supposed lifetime teachers,
Teachers that connect mind to soul.
Soul, mind connects unto preachers,
Towards time... life lessons made whole.

Pains are pieces of peaceful storm...
Comfort's steeze can not regulate,
Or by any means can reform;
All stings, life's fate violate.

Each never come to mount limit,
Rather shapes mind not to get lost
Of strength wearing out to be fit
Enough for

Waiting for the Third Day, A Muse Chronicle

Muse - Day 1, 2016

For years I had read
Not realizing what I too, had given…

I had given, just not sure what I received in return.

So, in these, my later years thinking on this...
I approached morning’s-day Muse
Fresh with the Sun.

From all I had become in the Sum of Days 
Muse asked gently of me...
“Who are you?”

I

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