Long Desolated Poems

Fall tumbles relentlessly on our door steps
young winter birds inducing provoking sounds scamper in trees 
Watching winter crawling slowly under our feet.

The night rain wet the ground with sadness 
washing  away the environmental stench
purging...

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Those rarer men I once fondly 
knew...                            ...

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Child, pay close attention to what 
I am going to say
to make you aware of a heavenly sight,
" The bell that you hear tinkles
with a joyful melody...
as if it were sung by invisible angels. "

Years...

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Original poem:  

"a million fairytales tremble at us,
   they know how our love does outshine with flickering light-
sounds of swift ivory doves cry out,
   fleeting into the ebon night; for...

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“One can never consent to creep
When one feels an Impulse to soar”, once held by Helen.
When I desire to win Bharat Ratna, I don't want to accept failure without participating
But the politics, class discernment &...

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we are all bound together by the Godly bonds of brotherhood
we are all the children of the Creator who is all perfect and good
we have always been His neighbors, we have always been His friends
for...

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Another lost noon, 
engraved as unforgettable 
memoirs within my mind, 
I’m rethinking of rewriting
and rewinding revoked 
reflections of a love rekindled. 
My eager heart
is now hanging in the void,
yearning to swirl 
through desert dunes ...

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Eulogy

Sing eulogy, O wind, 
Crying out the sorrow,
Howling deep within your zephyr,
For branches where you once entwined
Your restless fingers
Into a joyful melody of rustling boughs
In lyric song;
Hear now, as you pass, only memories
Floating on the...

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SONG TO THE RUINS OF AMERICA
With the Glyn Ford’ eyes:
"Fascist Europe-The Rise of Racism and Xenophobia"
I see with horror how from an american country to another
Racism and Xenophobia are cultivated in ist fields
Inspecting the growth...

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On one night, 
is it because of a bewitched full moon?
while driving my rusty shaking junk car
I became Don Quixote de la Mancha 
mounted on Rozinante holding a lance under the arm aslant,
and with a...

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Brutus Iulius Trois page 08 

Suddenly stillness all sounds silenced  the last pirate slain.
From the bowels of the Tireme came cheers that grew louder
From men newly freed from their enslavement  to the Thracian...

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--Who Has no Tomb to Rest His Soul--

After the long, long wandering in the wasteland,
sometimes by the sea where the roaring wind surges 
the waters, or times in the highland where the dews chill the...

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Languor of the mind
I.	My, my, My how times flies.
        Another year has transpired.
        Yet, a City has not been revitalized to...

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I build a HOME in you,
And decorated it with care and affection,
That's what I can call it though,

I didn't love myself enough, doesn't mean I couldn't..
It's that I loved you too much and I only...

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Become my air,
pursuing my scent 
  in sweet fragrant  fields,
where devouring tastes 
   of bohemian spirit,
delicately descend 
    in subsistent sighs.
Distracting the 
     tones...

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A curse. It's what she was ascertained to be.
A plague which has been put on the burden of the residents of the world.
People discarded her as mere trash for they considered her as an ill-omen.
Misfortune...

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Upon revelation’s flight
Under Orion’s focus

I witness a fiery glow towards familiar horizons.

‘Tis no sunrise

It is a striking reality.

My saddened retinas witness monochromatic pitchforks,
Desolated screams,
Embellished declarations from misguided leaders
And self-made stallions riding into condescending sunsets
Without any...

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I s t r e t c h my arms,
caressing collapsed dreams,
l o s t 
within the 
debris of darkness,
rising from the 
volcanic vortex,
drifting with scorching fragments
resembling a love turned to ashes,
from scarred skin and...

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Listening is the most
beautiful things, I have 
ever experience in my 
entire existence.
Given unto me the 
power of silent
by the silencer.

As the blackness removes
the colors from my eyes,
my intuition and instincts 
are completely replied upon
as...

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The first time laying eyes on you
I would have never knew
You an angel whose radiance from their smile
Surrounding us, when we walked down the aisle,
Would spin my world in blissful charms.
Whose delicacy and mannerism in...

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We stay in this underground fortress
will it be our salvation or our tomb
Can we survive the pending onslaught
is this a heroic suicide
that history will forget
the vanquished are damned to be erased from the pages of...

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i am a creation of empty minded sex
and anger that plucks the heads from flowers
i come from broken glass absorbed into the front seat
from a desolated house 
where plates and pillows whisper dirty words
where mirrors...

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I was forsaken-
                    lost in lonely memories...
carrying spiritual apathy like a boulder strapped 
across my barren...

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Before Search

Though there were oscillations
Still peace was young
Wherefrom the uncertainty encroached
Everywhere in my vicinity around

Engine stopped instead paddle ran, pedestrian began
Shutter degraded down closing vibrant dawn
Children remained without school and milk
Old people shrugged shaking shoulder
What...

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It's hard to close my 
eyes and pretend it's all ok
That my heart healed as if 
nothing ever occurred
I faintly believe in tomorrow, 
since today is all but joy
Least the sun still warms my 
faith...

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