When Reality Hits A Homerun, Situations Get Real
Defending My Heart, I Refuse to Kneel
My Dragon, My Beast Please Help Me Heal
For The Rejection Was Not A Prescient Projection
Like a Tainted Injection
Creating Injuries to My Purported Soul
Damn Burnt Bridges, Forfeited Toll
Thank You For Teaching Me That Your Love Was Inconsistent
Causing a Galling Dent
Seeking Selfish Ambitions making My Feelings Irrelevant!
Went On Ahead and Ignored Telltale Signs
My Emotions Now Apathetic, Feelings Expatriated, Re-directed, Reassigned!
I Guess Life is Poetry, The Ups and Downs
My Story, My Song
Verses of What Could Have Been
In The Darkest Dark, In The Luminous Light
I Exist Somewhere In Between!
The Quakers, being religiously persecuted, set sail from expatriated England;
they were the first settlers to reach the shore of New England: a free land!
Later the Puritans came and settled in other eastern, bustling colonies
seeking the same religious freedom, but their urge was stronger than dreams.
Many moved westward on foot, on horseback and on overloaded wagons...
exploring the American wilderness plundered by indigenous Indians;
they searched for grassland everywhere, to let their cattle roam and graze;
first they built wooden shacks on vast, lush prairies full of Queen Ann's Lace.
And out of this American westward expansion, came the fearless pioneers,
who sought gold mines...despite the wild cowboys causing troubles
with heavy drinking and desire for unscrupulous women, seeking money and pleasure,
who served them more whisky and lured them to a room with a demeaning measure.
Beyond the Rocky Mountains' and the Appalachians Mountains' skies,
these diligent pioneers obtained wealth with sweat and sacrifices...
changing and shaping the wild landscapes of arable land,
avoiding the drudgery of getting stuck in mud and sand.
stubborn at the most
unfortunate moments
and quick with a
flabbergasted wit
he ambushes me from
the alleys in his mind
from behind
where four strikes
are uncommon
and frequently
commented upon
let's try to ignore the
inane flattery and take
into consideration
three screwdrivers deep
the fantastic premise this
is situated upon
apart-heid
has rendered my fat
and substance unfit
avocados are for brains
still, lavender for calm
we come together
in spite of
differing points of
perspective
expatriated breaths
gasped and sighed at
in the dwelling I somehow fancied
as a home has suddenly become a
jail/reformatory/pilgrimage
a complex and refracted
reflected gallery of smiles
and countenances
not discourteous
simulateously entertained with quips
and the locking of eyes
with the neighborhood bulldog
he arrives again
with breath like linament
stale tobacco and promises
we bicker and yell
no promise as of yet has transpired
above a certain hell
of vacuous emotion
Who are we?
Aren't we related to this country?
Are we expatriated from the hell?
Does the Almighty on this earth curse us?
Why all such humiliations on us?
Why such partiality on our rights?
Is it our offence to be born here?
Why are we deprived of the basic needs?
If it is our crime,
We may be imprisoned in dark cells for ever
If our life is a crime against the God and nature
We may be dumped off the earth
I’m asking God against these discriminations
If I am wrong or wrong is my question
I shall face punishment on this earth
and in the hell as well.
Sakthi Ravichandran
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