Temptations for sweets could never be drained.
All attempts to avoid sweets went in vain.
To adore sweets, my tongue is trained.
Demons of greed for sweets coul not be slain.
Sweets are my most favourite, I can't refrain
Compulsory in breakfast, lunch, dinner.
Much addiction on sweets, how to abstain.
Strong taste buds for sweets : Others are thinner.
My stomach holds little capacity.
My tongue is destined to taste sweet.
Less staple food, sweets being priority.
Rest taste buds are unable to compete.
Due to stress developed sugar problem.
Taking sweets with medicine, whom to blame ?
The unknown fate of the caterpillar
Will it be butterfly or moth
Beauty or disgust
The caterpillar doesn't know
While it spins is cocoon
And begins it's compulsory service
Waiting and waiting
To see what it becomes
At last the moment...
My bitterness emerges
To be longed for,
Oh, to be wanted.
To be craved, to be needed,
To be the answer before the question is breathed.
To be compulsory,
To be everything you've ever asked for.
To fill your heart, to be enough.
Loving but never loved,
Giving but never given.
To be the sun, yet chased by the moon,
To be the tide, yet never the shore.
To whisper love into empty echoes,
To pour and pour—till there's nothing more.
To trace your name on fogged-up glass,
Only to watch it disappear too fast.
To reach for hands that slip like shadows,
To speak of love no one can hear .
To be the warmth in a world that stays cold,
To write a love letter no one will hold.
To be a melody hummed but never sung,
To taste forever on someone else’s tongue.
To bloom in the dark, unseen, unsought,
A ghost of a dream, a love forgot.
Philanthropy
Humanistic science, a message of love
Good philosophy, help, and interaction
Great anthroposophy: humans are human
Medicine of soul and mind, friend to divinity
Why not a compulsory subject in the schools?
The element of change is to keep your destiny alive
Life will rearrange itself because you must be kept on track!
Your life needs change bringing on the reality that
Every man and woman will attend the academy of transformation
The anatomy of a season will spring forth new life in your heart and
Darkness will appear as light and night as day!
Sometimes there are things in our lives that are not meant to stay
Sometimes you are protected and you had no idea
The mere fact that change has come to your life
Shows you that your destiny is greater but
The process to get there can be more painful than others!
Sometimes change may not be what you want but
In reality change is constant, change is compulsory!
On this planet, change is the only thing saving your life
In the arena of love, change is a necessity
Sometimes there are things in our lives that are not meant to stay
Because every man and woman will attend the academy of transformation
Copyright 2024
OBLIVION
Ongoing oblivion !
Not remembering when you came close !
Piercing heart pearly passion arose.
That wonderful sensation.
Ongoing oblivion !
Then my young heart was a blooming bud
Colourful youth displaying cards.
Couldn’t take hurried decision.
Ongoing oblivion !
On first meet your glance glowed in glory.
But my response wasn’t compulsory.
Gone for other attraction.
Ongoing oblivion !
Didn't care ! Someone somewhere was waiting.
Yet dormant desires drifted, sweating
as nostalgia not gone.
Ongoing oblivion !
In my last phase I just reminisced :
Your drowsy dreamy eyes mesmerised.
Sudden realisation.
Written: November 07, 2023
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Am I condoning a state of affluence?
In recent desultory decadence
Have I drawn a swan dive of choice?
Don't you hear your mom clamoring?
Don't you grasp her voice?
Backward between and beyond riverstone?
Holler—herald hidden phylum, hunt voice
of failed fulfillments
The hind hock hoof is hermitic.
With any accismus to anthropomorphize beasts
Winter wolf moon wakes up her litter
for sustenance, the man in me would slaughter
the wolf.
Tracks—that permeate darkness
their compulsory murder. Everyone needs
a meal
drifted and whistled from hair to heel,
things outside seem odd, ghostly, surreal.
Amid snow—hooves slowed to soak in
across the waves—why my soul seeped
a sailor has been seen dozing off
whilst the riverside weeps
trust—my footprints feature
fear—cynicism.
CHIMERA
Chimera in the modern world, you’ll find
Is an illusion or fabrication of the mind
In architecture, a beast carved in stone
But if seen, it is best to leave them alone
Or an organism with two different DNAs
With eggs fertilised in two different ways
In contrast to the myths in ancient Greek
Where it’s a scary monster that you seek
With the head of a lion, and a serpent tail
A fire-breathing dragon, and it’s female
Some say that a goat grows on its back
But thought dangerous, as it will attack
It means all that is grotesque or illusory
When a fight to the death is compulsory
The unable to coordinate things,
Harshly left by a faculty with wings:
The clearly heard now have doubtful rings:
Mostly to a lousy idea clings…
For familiar role long awkward delays,
Even if some helper fresh guides relays:
The closest monitoring or he strays,
Head on which Man of God healing hands lays…
One won’t be right to tag him the aimless
But certainly a ship damned rudderless;
His completed actions not meaningless
But sure makes their seekers more helpless…
Candidate facing tough exam questions,
The compulsory stiff also the options,
One who had earned strange marks from the well done,
The betrayed still weighing a need for gun…
God’s devotee sadly having setbacks,
Owner of steely safe another hacks…
Every man at some point turns the confused,
At such moments sleep to be not refused;
When length it secures a psychiatric case
Warranting loud pleas to God for Grace.
.
How about a One Pot Kitchen
Minimalist to the Max
First sort out Food
Millet - 5 grains
And a Clay pot
Rotate millets
Every 2 days
Soak and boil
Soak for 8 hrs.
In 5 times water
Leave it overnight
Thereafter COOK it !
first thing in the morning
Slow cook an hour on flame
Toss some greens and veggies
The porridge gets ready as base
With warm soup as the first course
add some crackling spice in Niger oil
Now we need just 1 more vessel ..that ..is ...all
I use a cast Iron ‘ kadahi’ from here on
Flame it hot ..cast iron pot...pour Ghee
Add some chopped onions spices et al.
The cooked millet porridge is tossed in
And voila you can make any no.of dish
And yes. NO compulsory need for Salt.
Now the real fun is ‘time management’
In a 24 hour cycle- Clay Pot is utilized
8 hrs soak 16 hrs to store the cooked
Lunch at 11 dinner by7 that’s 8+16 hr
(A 16 hr gap is suggested in between
2 big meals with light eat in evening)
Yes. Entire day the food stays fresh
+ Slight fermenting is encouraged
some add curd or coconut water
Sprouts ginger garlic turmeric
Boiled eggs potatoes sage
Vinegar Garnish
.
Millets in Clay pot
Experience Zen in kitchen
Righteousness
Childhood
a. Proper parental care
b. No exploitation
c. Never to face child abuse.
d. Safe haven for orphans
e. Compulsory Primary Education.
Teen age to Youth
a. Honouring Universal Moral Values
b. Scope of Higher Education
c. Compassion and Kindness
d. Opportunity to choose career
e. Respect for Elders.
Old Age
a. Health Care Support by State.
b. Proper care of Parents by children.
c. Peace in last phase.
d. Children should stand beside death bed of Parents
e. Not to end up in Old Age Home.
02/07/23
The Multiple Choice Poem
Contest by Suzanne Delaney
"love pyres"
after the war
romance became
compulsory
not desultory
twin flames
lit each other
up
love pyres
ashes
falling
Psyche rising
immaculate
immolate
in the aftermath
falling,
silence
sings
lit within
kissed by Eros
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Like Snow on the Beach”/ Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey
https://youtu.be/069MS0nKpbg
"Mastermind" / Taylor Swift
https://youtu.be/EJCMU_RxQBI
"Labyrinth"/ Taylor Swift
https://youtu.be/wGbGEUC6F4s
"Ours is essentially a tragic age,
so we refuse to take it tragically.
The cataclysm has happened,
we are among the ruins,
we start to build up
new little habitats,
to have new little hopes.
It is rather hard work:
there is now no smooth road into the future:
but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles.
We’ve got to live,
no matter how many skies have fallen."
("Lady Chatterley's Lover", D.H. Lawrence)
rapture.
LYRICS/ "Mastermind", Taylor Swift
https://genius.com/Taylor-swift-mastermind-lyrics
Why don't people give them importance?
Why do people think they make no sense?
"Idiot" and "Fool" is what people call them,
But maybe in that "Idiot" rests a hidden gem.
Why is it always important to shine?
Is being normal and quiet not fine?
Why is it necessary to be a topper?
Is it not enough to be a mediocre?
Why are they always required to be a part of discussion?
Why is the state of Solitude out of question?
Why do they not get the space they want?
But receive only objections and taunts.
Why is it always compulsory to excel?
Are average marks bad? Can someone tell?
Why do they need achievements to fill their shelves?
Is it not fine to live their life for themselves.
Why do they need to run the race?
Why can't they move at their own pace?
Why are they always left out?
Why can't they simply become a part of the crowd.
This short poem is dedicated to the quiet students of a class,
Who are generally considered not qualified enough to cut the glass.
Is there any solution for this?
Just leave them alone in their own bliss!
So rhythmic is the tune we dance everyday
Some call it song, some specify as a dirge
While to majority, its neither poem nor prose
But in concordance, we must sway, bray and lay
Our feet busy and entangled on the vast stage
The tunes are confusing, some claim to know them
Some sing after them, while majority just sway to look busy
Crowned is the virtuoso who plays the melody that
Carries and sends the myriad in carousel and nonstop pirouette
Keep swaying and in bloom merriment
For when your time to exit comes, be gracious to usher a new dancer
Unlike you without clue, be generous to guide on the right tunes to listen
The right moves to employ and the right partner to double up
We ‘all on the list for a compulsory dance, we must dance!
Sun-ripe strawberries oh so sweet
Tempting swollen fruit to eat
Red berries in dish of cool ice-cream
Awesome moment a summer dream
Wonderful taste lingers on tongue
Beloved by all of us old and young
Each afternoon a strawberry wish
Ruby rhapsody in my dish
Remembering when I was very young
Idyllic memories of summer sun
Each lick of my spoon was sheer delight
So much enjoyed each swallow and bite.
Ice Cream
Poetry Contest
Sponsored
by:
Julia Ward
Compulsory words:
strawberries, dish, tongue, afternoon
28/06/2022
Pixabay Image by:Kai_Vogel
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