with a smile on their face
Camouflaging the hidden sadness
How many live their lives like this!
all is perfection and beauty
for a pure and amicable vision
all is ugly for a defective soul
The difference between
poetry and prose
Whose words live together
under your nose
With prose you can finish
last page period end
But poetry boundless
— to forever extend
(The New Room: January, 2024)
Death is not what you realize
lt is lighter than a leaf...
As long as life can be
heavier than a mountain...
Doomed free in the street,
citizen, exemplary...
under house arrest...!
Are we living in a dream world
Contrasting the real world
When we're small
We started dreaming
A dream world appeared suddenly
In front of the real world
Are we still living there
No,we aren't
Now even frustrations and mishaps we face
Still
We're full of hopes and expectations
We face,we fight,we wish and we pray
formidable sad laughs
poignant tears of joy
life is pure contrast
Black and white
Two bright contrasting colours
Distinguishing
The rights and the wrongs
The principles and rules
Are too sacred to be outcast
Law breakers tend to
Ignore it, discard it and overule it
But not in front of humanity
But not in front of democracy
But not in front of the truths
But not in front of the law
But not in front of the Almighty God
Scandals ever commited are humiliating
The sanity of black and white
And so the offender's name
Is to be smeared
And out of the people's votes
I leisurely strolled down our main road,
As the severely hot sun descended
Behind the purple hills and our night
Began to cover all our crowded streets.
Colorful lights flickered every where,
An enticement to lure us to our shops.
Restaurants emitted all types of food,
Chinese, Indian, Italian and others.
But I had another type of sensational hunger,
For at the end of the main noisy street
Darkness reigned all around the fields.
And under the old oak tree was our bench.
There she sat waiting patiently and expectantly.
I smiled at her and sat down besides her,
Giving a warm cuddle as was our habit,
Followed by the most tender of kiss.
From afar the night was decorated with million stars,
Twinkling beautifully, a sight to admire.
A shooting star traversed the luminous sky.
It was a sight for us to admire the beauty
That made our hearts beat faster in ethereal bliss.
Surrounded by four walls.
I feel disgust and despair.
Why can’t I snap out of it?
For listen: The city hums with listless life.
Hospitals thrive with dying patients,
oft with self inflicted excruciating pains,
more often meted out by egoistic humans
in pursuit of hedonistic pleasures,
of self satisfying needs.
In a quiet moment at the end of the day
sometimes I pray. Alas my heart
is enveloped in inky darkness.
Instead I hear the cries of domestic violence,
of children desecrated,
women raped,
men killed by other men.
I flee my loathsome house,
merge with mindless humanity,
in streets displaying their dirty linen,
intransigent in their cacophony
of indomitable bellowing ululations,
until I reach the quieter periphery
of the endless town.
The night is ebbing. The first rays
of the rising sun touch a silvery dome
reflecting its rays straight into my eyes.
Instinctively I shade my face
yet the light persists. Is it a sign?
Could there be hope for me?
Perhaps there's sense in creation.
So I close my eyes and pray.
Fiction
Sensitive souls meet feisty spirits
Fluffiness of fresh fallen snow
Heat of harsh fiery flames
Natural elements of colliding forces
Possibilities of complementaries
Actualisation of a pair too dire
Contrasts complimenting one assumes
Reality melts the other
Hot fire against chilled snow
Disaster overwhelms surrounding viewers
Liquified tears drown fiery words
A hot puddle is this mess
Contrasting edges;
Abstract solidarity
we fit together.
I sit in the solitude of my many contrasting thoughts.
Yes in one way I would but in other scenarios, I would simply not.
I can see so many sides to the problems, nothing is written in concrete,
Ink is too permanent as I sit and I think, my thoughts oh so sweet.
I loved you
as if i was the sun...
you loved me
with shivering cold...!
I never got
melt your heart,
but you never
did managed to freeze
mine... !
Relatives hanging out of every orifice, window, ledge, and lawn chair
Hands out, the two starving children beg as people walk by, ignoring them.
In Great-grandma McCormick’s teeny tiny farm house, during family reunion.
No more bowls of rice, no more bread, there is nothing left. Hunger sets.
Laughter wafts from the barn, behind the shed, and especially the kitchen.
Their mother hung on as long as she could, but she died of flu yesterday.
Too many women are in there, some wearing aprons, all of them in the way.
Those who took their mother’s body away left her two small children, knowing.
The men are hiding out in the pasture, barn, beside tractors, sharing stories.
They had their own unfed waifs, they could not worry about these two.
Sixteen kinds of pies and two cakes are trying to find a place on a shelf.
It is expected they will die soon. They probably will be gone by morning.
Beef, pork, chicken and fish that prances in would feed three or four armies.
Two urchins are resilient and refuse to die easily; they are alive the next day.
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