Coffee, that invigorating liquid
changes occur between each sip
– relish the rich taste
Life, that chronologically dimensional timeline
between here and eternity
The battle garb of the ages is in constant motion
revolutionary – a curvature of time, a drastic alteration
An immediate recognition
the poison that has accumulated within our souls
If eternity is an afterthought
something that follows the present moment
– then what is the true reality?
It is time to remember who we are
j u s t i f i c a t i o n
AN INVIGORATING THOUGHT
Like blades of rooted grass mowed,
And as rooted trees with naked branches,
We too, will survive and birth new generations:-
New generations…weathering and overcoming
The oppressive nature of human nature’s bigotry:-
Generations are in the nature of time and creation,
And like time’s creation, are destined to keep coming;
Thus, rooted here today, let us continue to plow the way:
Sowing and reaping rows of justice, equity, and democracy:-
gratitude
is that
realm of
bliss
one should
tune into
sun beam
days
turquoise blue
sky vista
silver moonlit
dream drift
midnight
and
ambient
afternoons
inhale
invigorating
scents from
gorgeous
garden scenes
extol
unique
urban
historic
plinths
and plots
inhale
cafe feast
aroma
wallow in
enthused
city zest
and warmth
exhale one’s
appreciation
this is the Beatles as we rarely saw them in the sixties
where are the throngs of fawning screaming women?
they are dressed in suits in different colors
that is new too; the Beatles always dressed like monkey cousins
wait. One does not have a suit. He is wearing blue jeans.
I marvel at this album color; it portrays nothing I recognize
and yet, I know John, George, Ringo and Paul
That is them all right
There is something fresh, new and invigorating about this cover.
A reflection of the songs within
I have to have this album!
I reach into my wallet for my four dollars.
Here on invigorating fresh lovely day,
one can lazily saunter along the way,
through each winding street so alive,
where the heart’s bound to thrive,
each. and. every person that I meet,
is quite friendly, warm, and sweet,
throngs in cafe with trademark verve,
plot some schedule, sway and swerve,
in my role as that astute observer,
I absorb prevailing charm and fervour,
paths, pavements, highways, parks,
they compel instant recall of amusement,
from impish childhood and boisterous larks,
forever etched and somehow fondly linked to,
evolution of historic town’s bemusement,
never ever shied away from embracing anew,
preservation that monument forever to the fore,
past and present composite of lasting merit,
world so truly modern, vintage world of yore,
impetus for our future offspring to inherit
Minnesota cold a curse and a blessing
invigorating breath-taking
bundled up yet wonder taken in
a call to ice skate until we couldn’t any more
stick-figures arms raised celebration
my girlfriend in fourth grade
or friend
infatuation
a white blanket
glistened under the distant sun
as it stretched across yards
toward untold destinations
the wind against houses a haunting song
sounded like my father’s
off-key singing
my eyes watered
he sang again
a whisper as I walked to the neighbors
an igloo in their front yard
made by a parent’s hands
all the pieces fit
stillness when I went inside
a soft glow through the walls
a warmth felt when left with my thoughts
youthful moments embraced before the season passed
I strengthen the ailing and the weak,
I bring forth a time of refreshing,
I give hope to the barren and bleak,
Invigorating and replenishing.
I aid those who are lost in the night,
I strengthen the ailing and the weak,
An aglow in the radiant light,
There’s a return at its joyful peak.
I open the door not just for a peek,
It’s the unveiling of a colourful room,
I strengthen the ailing and the weak,
An emergence from the gloomy room.
Lost vitality is regained,
Sometimes, I let go of myself for a week,
Unabated, but I’m not any pained,
I strengthen the ailing and the weak.
December 17, 2025.
Spring renewal,
a cycle for ideas too;
Old thoughts shed,
new thoughts grow.
Innovation blooms
like trees in bloom,
New branches
spreading from old ideas.
Diverse insights,
a bouquet of thought,
Invigorating growth,
like gentle rain.
Ideas rejuvenate
and flourish like a
field of flowers,
A fresh perspective,
a new season's start.
MINT, my favourite herb, sharp yet sweet
Invigorating, cooling, balancing menthol beats
Nautical it tastes, flavouring salads or pasta neat
Tantalising sensation, delicious for bodily treats
Alone yet Visible
Unattached out-of-the-way. Are some of us truly
lonely?
We were once alone as a child, And we played on
Our own.
Can you handle being alone? Yet visible.
Dancing in the rain with your self can be fun, Riding
Solo isn't always negativity.
Self-love comes before real love.
Crying alone feels like medicine enroute towards
One's soul, invigorating and a strong sense of oneness.
Who's okay with being alone? Yet visable.
Don't talk to me
until I've had my coffee
Brown beans with a round and rich taste
provide an invigorating effect
I drink my morning coffee
with a clear conscience
A gentle start to the day
Coffee beans come in all scents and colors
- I'm brown and smell heavenly
just for fun....
OH! WATERMELON!
Oh watermelon, you’re a sweet, juicy summertime delight
inviting us all to take a refreshing bite.
Your juice drips down, a sugary, sticky stream.
You’re the taste of summer, delightful but not clean.
Your rind cracks with a satisfying sound.
Your dark seeds we gladly spit out on the ground.
Your seeds are a snack for birds on a warm summer night
who feast on them underneath the silvery moonlight.
Oh watermelon, you’re a cooling treat,
an invigorating escape from sun's sizzling heat.
Each mote of dust that floats airborne
eddies on the light cool balmy breeze
ushered from wide open window
fragrancing the house with summer scents.
Eddies on the light cool balmy breeze,
posies perfuming and performing
petals swishing by outside, free and alive.
Ushered from wide open window
pollen clouds wafts and wanes
settling a scintilla of ochre magic, sill deep.
Fragrancing the house with summer scents
banishing all the stale still murky air
invigorating all within.
We all know that feeling. The one that we don’t want to end. The one that’s so satisfying it’s intoxicating. It starts subtle. Sometimes, it involves thoughts. Thoughts you wouldn’t dare share with anyone. It grows through your entire body, screaming and scratching through every single nerve ending. It spreads slowly, burning down every narrow passage and every inch of your skin. Your entire body is on fire. You feel it growing and growing as you inch towards your finale. It bubbles up, boiling to the top until it overflows. It flows over the edge, violently and satisfyingly. It flows and flows, releasing every tension in your body. The release is the greatest feeling, toxic, infuriating, invigorating, and all so inviting, making you want to feel this feeling all over again… The Release.
In my mind I go to an empty beach in my mind,
I enjoy it best at sunset with the hued clouds;
or at sunrise with all the birds singing songs,
love the solitude and tranquility as I walk.
The sunset clouds ever changing colors so serene,
moving, swirling, mingling, and fading;
the light gradually dimming from blue to purple,
I just sit and watch as the sun slips away.
The sunrise is so invigorating with its stillness,
the sound of the rolling waves hypnotic;
a thousand birds singing a grand symphony for me,
echoing as I am lost in my inner thoughts.
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