It seems
Just yesterday
That you were teasing and
Laughing by the bedroom doorway.
Silly.
I was
Down on my knees.
When you were handed your
Beautiful iridescent wings.
You passed.
A frail
Heart hungers for
A flicker of your face,
Your ardent, flirtatious embrace.
Miss you.
Wakeful
Nights lost in thought,
Longing for your warm soul
That now Light amid Greenfields.
I'm lost.
Then? What then?
What about the
Bare legs
Seeking address
Wait. Be a snail.
Then the hours
Began undressing
And then?
Wait.
No unleashed
Impulses.
The earth tilts
Towards the sun
Here in India
Dusk thickens
In California
Legs in line
Mostly bare
For the dancing hall
Sea and seagulls
Some vultures too
Mingled with the
Moneylenders
Waves and wavelets
Tipsy and tottering
Hard orange pieces
In pursuit of
soft ones
Twilight in the bottle
Exuberance in deluge
Here the legs
And hands
Raise the curtain
Bread and butter
Poetry and Mathematics
Computers and
Greenfields
Fish and mutton
Then? And then?
Then? What then?
Looking the sea is fine
Having no fish caught is also fine
The poor has other thing to eat
The spinach in the pond is looking good
To cook the day's stomach not empty
Paired with some boiled eggs and eggplants
It's already a joyful to live a day
Life without having in the pocket is a challenge
The mind is working so hard to survive
Thanks God, He let His field grows many greens
Some wild legumes, beans and ferns
For me and my family to live for sustenance.
The shivery war had come to an end
But the clash of the minds will never so
Brick-hard thoughts never seem to bend
Before the countless lives going sore.
On one side lay the bloody flag
And on the other, the salty marine one
Each claiming their victory bag
Made some tales of gore
The clash hadn't brewed where it should,
But with the innocent lives of the third.
Nobody showed the humanity they could,
Neither did the sickle, nor the bird
The millions, who just earned liberty
Still remain to pay their debts
Neither did remain their rich property
Nor did their precious hearts
Happy were the people of the third
As they had earned freedom for their next
Little had they fathomed the following absurd
Their next killed and grabbed was their nest
Greenfields then grew barren
Blooming buds made not to bloom
And before the sides made it even
The massacre had made the world, bloody-gloom
Ime a mad scientist , & I've got my own planet .
Ime not a bad gie , so you don,t have 2 pannic!
IDE like 2 pop-u-late my planet ,
With sum things called goys !
Thair green-ied orange-haired yellow-skinned super-babe-toys !
If your a goys , pleez rite 2 me !
And we will see , wut we will see .
It gets awfully loneley , on planet greenfields , all ayloen !
IDE like 2 have sum pritty goys , on my planet home !...
Knock, knock, knock...
I said " Who is there?"
But no one answered
Thought it was joke
A silly prank one
So I immediately opened
Nobody was there
So I took the grace
Shut my heavy door
As I turned my back
Knock, knock, knock...
I said "Who is there?"
But no one answered
Felt I was screwed up
Drowned million times
So I tried to sneak
To see who's at outside
As I glanced my eyes
Saw plain greenfields
Then something just bumped
Outside the window
So much surprised!
To see who was there
Oh there's my friend!
Scared me that much
Mother earth
Is in pain during test drilling for oil field
Her reserve of life is treat.
And the hemisphere
Rivers are dying out
The forest that act as earth windshield surface
Is turning its greenfields brown
When people cry
The oil companies beat and throw tear gas on the people´s
of the earth.
Sea water fish and seabird experienced
In the oil spill scene damage
Oil and water don´t mix.
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