Curiosity Poems

Ridiculous

Don’t spread cremation crumble on burnt toast.
Is what the undertaker said about dad’s ashes.
My furrowed brow responds…
Why? Who would do such a thing?

If you were to follow a random person 
from the street, ever wonder, where it might lead?
You just might pick some ordinary schmo.
single?
innocent?
cavalier?
kind?

You may find out something—wishing you hadn’t 
psycho?
shallow?
yokel?
callous?
hapless?
omnicidal?

Would you spread cremation

Between Museum Piece and Curiosity

     a place preserved in memory
        as if in mystic fantasy
     where revolutionaries farmed and fought
        no time for speeches or dialectic thought

     a place where survival was the

I saw the world through blood

I was looking at the world through my eyes,
curious to see its parallel side.

I had grief because I was seeing it through blood,
but as I heard my praises and insults,
glanced over the beautiful mountains
and growing poverty,

that became my biggest pride —
to witness the world like this.

But when my hand started to grow cold
from the pain

lingers

i call his name, flowing silk that slips away.
a faceless voice whispers on the breeze.
i embrace the sound, wave its bouquet like a wine,
and touch it with my tongue.
i clutch it in my hands like running sands through my fingers.
and it lingers for a moment and is gone.

Choosing Peaceful Curiosity

Monotheism's greyscale God
is a monochromatic antithesis
of polytheism's gay
full-color
Gaian Hypothesis.

A radiant monotheistic SunGod 
is the 1 numerator antithesis
of a polytheistic 
non-0 denominator's
rain-bowed Gaian Hypothesis.

Orthodox yang monotheism
is the often lonely at the top antithesis
of ortho-practiced 
yintegrally compassionate 
pleasured polytheism.

Testosterone glowing
linear erections
are the Male antithesis
of estrogen flowing
round anticipations 
joying
enjoying
enjoining FeMale prothesis.

A transcendently nominative FatherSun
is the monotheistic
spiritually voiced antithesis
of

Pandora’s Box

You are a prisoner of your own mind,
Chained within a cell,
That binds your thoughts,
And conceals your head.

Fragile, hidden, perfectly eclipsed,
Your mind lacks the fortitude,
It needs to be left in.

You speak without pride.
Without light, without voice.
Your words lack connotation,
The way your mind lacks grace.

In sorrow, in numb,
You are all you did not want.

So, you remain in

Where Wonder Lingers

I stepped into a world unknown,
Where seeds of silence had been sown.
New faces turned but did not speak—
A quiet strength for hearts to seek.

She watched me with a steady gaze,
As if to read through subtle haze.
No words were said, yet much was told,
Through eyes that searched, serene and bold.

Her glance, a question held in time,
A

Mirror

Lying on the grass carpet,
I met myself,
A kid from the past oblivion.
Sought my assistance, 
Questioned the path I travelled.

We both talked an hour, 
Despite our dissimilarities, 
The faces were the same.
It left me in awe initially,
Calmed knowing it's me.

The road I travelled, 
Not less a disappointment,
Now I look back, it screams at me,
They say I'm

DRIVEN BY CURIOSITY

  A spark ignites, a question form,
  A curious mind that breaks the norms.
  It seeks, it stirs, it will not sit still.
  A restless fire, a growing will,

  From page to thought, from thought to deed,
  It learns not just to know, but lead.
  Mistakes are steps,

Calmer Sharma Karma

So that’s it for Rohit…and have to admit his parting gambit

Little to cheer in his career nadir year ..was all rather *****

Hard not to discard someone supposed to be leading the men

Even with Sharma’s zen..when you’re averaging just over ten

Time for a transition so his position was moot and got the boot 

Let's not be

A Shrunken Head and Other Mysteries

In the book nook I found it—
a face no bigger than my palm,
leathered and silent,
its eyes forever pressed shut
against whatever it had seen.
Grandma said a missionary friend
brought it back from a place
where spirits walk in daylight.

On the dining room window sill,
a dozen squat green strangers
kept their spines to themselves—
silent travelers from the Southwest
when my dad

Play-Doh Poetry

Playing with words is like playing with Play-Doh for the first time,
mixing colors
messing with structures,
feeling it's designs between your fingers.
All five of them.
And then delicately stroking its surface with the others,
learning to comprehend the difference between smooth and rough,
and that the difference between them defines beauty.
It's like wiping the floor clean with its sticky skin,
and

COMPASSION AND CURIOSITY

May we be blessed
every hour of every day
every day of every month
and every moth of every year
to choose compassion over judgement
and curiosity over fear.

My curiosity of death

A veil of mystery, a whispered unknown,
What lies beyond, when life's last breath is blown?
I gaze at stars, a universe so vast,
And wonder where our souls, their anchors cast.

Is it a slumber, a dreamless, endless sleep?
Or do we soar on wings, secrets to keep?
A reunion with loved ones, a celestial embrace?
Or a journey begun, to

Just a Curiosity

Nothing more will come from this. A  cat and mouse affair
Boredom now replacing the mystery of you, you so carelessly revealed 
You’re no devil, just as I’m no angel. I’ve grown complacent, in common place.
It seems this thing has run its course 

Think of me cruel, remember me not. 
Keep in mind the lesson.

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