You don’t have
to write them all
but thoughts
deserve a chance
To live beyond
this time and place
in words reborn
to dance
You don’t have
to set them free
but guilt
will curse your ink
For thoughts unread
trapped in your head
to wander
— indistinct
(The New Room: July, 2025)
A fixture of grief,
anchored where memory splits.
The quest unfolds in fog—
no path, just pulses
of unease mimicking direction.
Every thought incurs penalty.
Fear taxes breath.
Dread rewrites the map
before the journey begins.
An unseen impact
knocks the axis off center—
consciousness spirals,
fractured, repeating.
Focus becomes a casualty.
There are voices,
but they speak only in sanctions.
No comment.
No deviation.
No witness.
Even breath becomes strategic—
withheld, rationed,
used to mask retreat.
I speak in silence now.
Each word I don't say
becomes another wound
I have to learn to live around.
1.Supari intimates because he can.
3.Supari is not scared of laws long hands.
4.Action is taken only against poor batterers.
5.Underworld Don fuukk garls on daily basis.
6.Judiciary absolves itself of the responsibility.
7.Apathetic and callous attitude of Police officers.
8.Police collude with Supari to cover his crime.
9.Victims try self immolation due to the threats.
10.DON Supari believes that he is superior.
11.Supari thinks that women are sax Objects.
12.Mafia Boss sees women as sax slaves.
Mind, the architect of life’s structure,
obeys what is learnt as the art of living.
Heart, the carrier of nonlinear abstract intellect,
breathes emotive truth in the framework of being.
If the diktat of mind is not pursued,
life is sucked into the whirlpool of chaos,
and not listening to the subtle urge of heart,
life turns into an unfulfilling objectified entity.
Intangible confrontation with either this or that,
designs the dubious dilemma of option,
for lack of equanimity valuing one over the other
causes the onset of neurotic inner conflict.
The foreseeable forks in life’s pathway tests
if judgment and wisdom falter in internal strife.
The rational balance of mind and heart
finds psychic route out of cognitive dissonance.
________________
August 18, 2022
Contest : Inner Conflict
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Perhaps it is weary.
In the mental hourglass.
I rummage through my recollections.
Along the back wall of the speakeasy.
when the public voice has spoken
Perceptions.
Grace from a bird's-eye view.
love's twisted rails
Smell stolen.
We slipped down the rainbow's edge.
Above my eyes, I have grey stripes.
Grey slits go over my eyeballs.
Written: April 14, 2022
Perplexed by my own
considerable potential
A pretext considered
to be essential
Ceaselessly aiming my mind
adjusts to thinking
Fiercely unequaled
qualities linking
Various consistency
goes unfulfilled
Vicarious living a superiority
of words revealed
Radiant the intensity of
my own delusion
A variant that’s curiously
completing illusion
Stimulate others senses
with my impressions
Emulate lucidity of my
minds own passion
Capturing the attention
in ironic imagery
Fracturing of confidence
can still feel gimmicky
An unrealistic subjective
unwanted conceit
My artistic view clouded
by all the past deceit
A cognitive awareness
of the human reaction
Accumulative between
past transactions
Characterized by all the
unknowing shams
Am I just disguised while
trying to be who I am
I've given myself some ideal times to reckon.
My musings meander for no apparent reason
I don't settle what to predict on the challenge.
Where I'm being idling within the lucid adage,
Notwithstanding, it is thus somewhere out there.
With his pensiveness perfectly elsewhere,
It's likely the case that this would be creedal.
Suspicions, then again, may as well tweedle.
It is helpful to inquire over evoking glints pitch.
That could only hit the one to maul his switch.
My surmise is this is a direct result of reality.
You're adding a snide view on my apparency.
From the edges of your lowly litters' haven,
It's vital to grasp I would instead foil this beckon.
Written: January 12, 2022
My mind is filled with ravish notions.
Without sensory, poetry is bereft of intimations.
In no way is rhapsody suitable with my place.
Everyone's nations are their whole universe.
I'll utilize my free voice, even if it's irritating.
In my nation, how many witless is howling?
Nothing will smother my voice.
I can't be scared by wickedness.
Written: July 30, 2021
Succumb to a rabbit hole, avalanche perception
Compiles tiles sliding, interchanging hues
Collapses cement rigidity command of tension
Cube covers corners interior cog subdues
Determined digits dive in darker dire dimension
Coming to glinted dug river bed treasures
Coalesce of pleasures drift in liquid suspension
Culminate in mind crowned proud avenger
Clever surface turner ensures dirt spurns limits
Combative burrow tunnel richly delivers
Coherent limber fingers edges can never inhibit
Campaign clocks widening prize winner
Squander of wonder prevents viewpoint shifted
Deficient Virus solution outrage renews
Seething bacteria rehashed in plastic indifferent
Daunt of grainy agitation, a cure debuts
13th January 2021
Kai Michael Neumann's
' If The Rubik's Cube Was Round'
A cognitive creature
With the mind of a preacher
Trying to understand
Life’s latest feature
Slammed daily
With glitz and glam
All pretty boring
And all a huge scam
Everything is designed to fail
From the day your born
Throughout life you flail
No getting ahead
Just falling behind
Making a pittance for a daily grind
Nothing to get excited or look forward to
Lockdowns and closures
Signal depressions que
People are tired and short
Screw the elite you retort
Enough is enough
Of your fanatic control
I’m aware of the situation
I know the toll
Keeping me safe
While crushing my soul
I know the routine of your daily spew
You rinse and repeat for the masses to view
Well, here’s something for you to chew
Shut up already………… We know what to do
Eric (and sometimes not)
The familiar face looked grotesque.
Indelible imprints of blood stains,
scarred the contour of his body.
His skull had crushed on the windshield..
A rampage had ripped his nerves naked...
Kinetic ardour of the car, exiled him to static rust
in a vegetative state... bereft of cognition.
But his mind still addled... in lucid ambition.
His skin could still touch rain..
His eyes could still see lightning..
His ears could still hear thunder..
His heart could still feel pain.
Glint of two black marbles looked at the window..
Is it dusk or dawn?..
Searching for cognitive crutches....
Interim thoughts grope his head.....
Is he alive or dead?
29th December,2018
PLACED FIRST IN Brian Strand Jan Wk 2 contest
Originally submitted to the Brainy Brevity Poetry Contest of Maureen McGreavy
The theme of contest : "BRAIN INJURY"
That Dunning-Kruger thing is real;
I’ve read about it once or twice,
And so my grasp, I clearly feel,
Of how it works is quite precise.
Awhile back my Doc suggested
Cognitive Behaviour Therapy
Would be time well invested
I looked at him and said,
My personality is not defective
Why bother
Being reflective
So it took awhile for me
To see
All our thoughts
Are key
Avoidance, negativity and
Distorted thinking
Have always left me with
A feeling I was sinking
Now I'm skilled at
Challenging my perception
And this has lead
To a big correction
The daily slideshow
'Editor's Pick'
shows drunken revelers
high on an orgy
of celebration
interspersed with
devastation
in war zones
and a man who killed because -
'Get out of my country'
a hate crime
the slow scroll of images
presented in a microcosm
of the world today
no wonder the refugees
look confused
Outcomes...
Or the consequence on account of what we do
to bring about a change that is transparent...
Time as it grows worse utters effluvium
screaming sacrifice violently inward.
Effluvium that targets the sense to hear
transparent and see unscented numb to smell
inward even further the circle of life...
Do we respond or do we watch for nothing?
Hearing the science that we vomit inward
Living the part of honesty transparent
Smelling life blossom without effluvium
not standing during man made celebration
...Basis
Gaze upon the dark of silent detonation
and believe your heart.
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