You take joy in seeing my heart bleed,
Because of your avarice and greed.
The pains you caused come with no reprieve,
Yet you’ve the audacity to leave.
I invested every ounce in you,
Your ponderings control all I do.
My bitter cries you heedlessly sought,
Yet you’re blind to the hatred you brought.
How can your mind ever be at peace,
When the sadness you give does not cease?
You bury my joy far out of reach,
When your love is all I ever preach.
Away from you, joy will surely flee,
Though it seems arduous to foresee.
But so long as breath lives in your lungs,
Deep grief will lace the words on your tongue.
There once were a couple of worms
Who perished; their very last squirms
Such a long time ago -
46,000 years, so you’ll know -
Which a study by science confirms.
They were trapped in a permanent frost
And would likely be forever lost
But some gophers around
Dug them up from the ground
And before they were heedlessly tossed
A sharp scientist said, “Thaw them out!”
And, despite some reactions of doubt,
Into water they went
And ‘twas soon evident
They were wriggling slowly about.
Does this prove if we’re buried in ice
We can come back to life and live twice?
I’m not sure that applies
To our human-type size
And for me, once around will suffice.
Moving On
Those flitter-bits of memory
Still stab me in the eyes
Gritty bits of broken maybes
Floating where they cannot be denied
Like sponge, I soak them heedlessly
Broken spirit akin to broken skin
I wipe the tears with patience
I soak the spills with downcast eyes
But broken and restructured
I've lost the Angel's reign
My feet feel life so differently
Now that they trample on she who cried
Soft souls squeeze through my footsteps
Bathed in my ancestral sands
The one where life found meaning
As the boulders broke the bride
But footsteps are like spider webs
Weaving dreams where pride has died
They falter through the fire
But never give up when it's time to die
In life, we often meet with ups and downs.
The unexpected waits to pounce on us.
In the wink of an eye life can take a u turn.
We must solve the conundrum of life all alone.
Tossed and shattered by breakers rushing upon
Sometimes we are ripped apart, torn asunder,
Landing in alien shores, in hostile situations.
The night of weariness may suddenly descend.
The lamp of life may be blotted out by sweeping gales.
Many a time we get shattered in the throes of life.
Life is often loss and pain, facing the unknown
We do not know where our journey takes us.
With masks on, we are destined to play our parts,
Even after the music is over, till the curtain falls.
As we stroll through this maze called life
We never ask ‘whither’ and heedlessly move on!
We dream of snow and snow comes.
What falls from the Mind
falls from that inner climate.
How powerful are you little ape-kind,
you who dangle your hairy flesh
beneath an immeasurable wonder
assuming that the seen happens
without that unseen greatness of Mind
making it so?
Look there swims a duck in a pond!
Yet before that Mind imagined you,
you would not now be able to image
bird, water, or land.
Do you see the power you spring from?
Every time we have dreamt a thing
(be we awake or sleep),
a collective reality of that world rushes in
to be that thing.
in time it becomes set in a stone calendar
the world has wagged its tail
in answer.
Be careful little ape-kind,
be careful of that power you so
heedlessly now use.
I see, looking through a novel read long ago
that most of the story I had overlooked
or misunderstood.
Strings of decades are often a compendium
a journey disjointed by sinkholes and rockfalls;
a digest often left undigested.
If I perused that old book again
went back with a red and blue pencil,
it would no longer be an autobiography
but an 'us' book.
Fact is, you were my collaborators
in these diverse plots,
blameless participants in a tale
I was creating heedlessly
with not a few omissions and fictional asides.
TAWNY PERIL!
Grasping at a fair mistake
Grinding to a dusty fate
Guarding Heaven at the gate
To gaping aspiration
CLINGING LIE!
Inertly you ignore my plea
Cloud each endeavour heedlessly
Refuse to set my pale mote free
To certain consummation
DUSTY TERMINATOR!
I know some demon dispossessed
Habituates your grainy depths
To cause me unrelenting stress
To rob me of my sure success
To terminate my swift progress
And mock me … for I am obsessed
With this infatuation
But suddenly … on some caprice
At last you tender your release
But …
Inexpedient to the end
To gritty Hell I’ll redescend
Dishevelment I must attend
While philosophically I’ll emend
Ignoble degradation
In this your steep water of love
There is a graveyard of ships
Wherein Many men before me,
Who heedlessly have seafared
On this perilous journey of love
What joy have they ever gotten
But destitution, chaos and hurt
They have only left their homes
With foolish hopes of making
Their way Into a maiden's heart,
But in the end they were drowned
Deep into your tempestuous tides
As they docked their cursed ships
In bottomless depth of the Ocean
Of their strayed desires, perhaps Lust.
But they have been afflicted by love
They couldn't even learn from fates
Of loss that befell those that dared
To love you, their worst nightmare
Even sun drowned in your horizon
Your fine essence is the sweetness,
Poison many have succumbed to
Your tempting eyes is the daunting
Ocean,the Death of many voyagers
Fabled America is slipping away,
surely you’ve felt it, like wind knocking
a weather vane in another direction.
At some unnoticed moment
we decided to ignore realities
as a man intent on drowning himself
plows heedlessly through the waves.
It used to twitter before though it was never descried,
It used to fly before though it was never recognised,
Today it trills and is heard as well,
Heedlessly it soars through the sky where merrily it dwells.
This is the kind of arena,
Don't you think must span through the whole era,
No one can stop us from leading towards destruction,
Do you believe we always need a Corona?
Away from the mocking world, we are now with our families,
The eyes that used to yearn to see us are now homebodies.
Golu Molu and Chunmun stories have revived again with Grandma's old potpourri,
Never lived until now, Capture these moments in the mind's eye,
And have a heart-to-heart talk with our beloved ,
That we helplessly couldn't, as time flew by,
Sure-footed, we are, this misfortune will crawl,
Nobody can stop us, this Corona will too befall.
Believe me! This time of love, restraint and faith is fragile,
Don't you find it rather peaceful that than the artificial world that is vile,
Enjoy with your loved ones, Can't you?, for a wink,
To live life king-size,
There are ages to blow in,
To live life king-size,
There are ages to blow in.
~~~~T H E W I T C H ' S H E A D N E B U L A E~~~~~
The Canadien Seal Hunt by The Humane Society
Warmingly, a seal
pup, heedlessly, greets strangers
who clubbed it to death.
Date: 08/30/2019
howmanysyllables
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***Entitled suggested background music for reading
Our gods are broken, shattered,
scattered about our feet,
now quite helpless to help us,
but still, or now, prone to afflict us
quite easily as they do
with jagged edges and pointed points
and clean, keen, diabolical slivers,
chopping, puncturing, slicing,
rending our discontented soles.
And it torments us even if we do not move
but more so if we do.
We have walked so far
and gone to no place of value;
myriads of miles
of worthless back and forth
and east, west, north, south,
and the weeping, vengeful broken pieces
have hindered every raw inch
that we barely move,
or fail to move at all.
And heedlessly, needlessly, we endure.
26th March 2005
Long time ago, in lonesome youth shine
In a wonder state of boykind
Making paper pontoons
Skying an oar, in a creek lagoon
On a yummy, afternoon
In swampy, draconian, water spittoon
The artsy-crafty, paper tub boat
I heedlessly, knacked, to float
Voraciously, rocked and rolled
Swiftly, into wet slimy herbage
Between crying, wet, musty edges
Cruising, murmuring, delicate, breezes
While under perpetual, shiny, sky
With a calming, breeze, high
My desolate vessel going bye-bye
Sailing, sailing away
Like the days, that passed
When once, a young spirited sass
You were in a hurry to depart,
So in haste of departure,
You have left behind the beams of your touch,
The angles of your gaze,
And candles of your phalanges.
Beneath the pillow there lay
Some broken golden breaths,
Dreams of newly born fragrance,
Some gorgeous moments
Strewn in crinkles of the bed.
You have left behind in haste
A hundred coloured laughter,
Hung with the hanger,
In the dressing room.
You were in a hurry to depart,
Now, whenever though heedlessly
You pass by from here,
Just be mindful,
You will find the key of the house,
On the left side of the main door,
In a cover,
And you know well,
The wardrobe is always open,
The key of the safe was lost by you,
It has been open, since then
It contains a few bangles of yours,
A ring, and amid them are,
Some yellow moments,
And in the packs of those moments,
You will get some beams of your touch,
The angles of your gaze,
Candles of your phalanges,
And broken golden breaths.
Everything that is our combined asset,
Take it along if gathered,
For I am too in a hurry to depart.
What is happiness but a beautiful act?
on a tightrope strode alone feigning bravery
flaunting its audience gifted talents lack?
while time proceeds its merciless journey
it’s senselessness never peering back?
like in dreams lucidness its arts beauty
confines self heedlessly to thoughts forgotten
whisked away in days languor like perfumes sweet lilac
once a memory mirrored of youths reachy lusts
but if not time whose candor trust, its essence humbles the stage
the soul bares wounds exchanged for loves bribery
rested in Promethean's casket his undying name
until earth’s fate ignites its survival aflame…
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