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When empty bubbles of stillness brimmed the place
Upon an emerald carpet of meads, she genuflected with gathered grace
Of languished bones and reverence plucked from nunhood hearts.
Mighty potentate dear, the wonted beseeching starts.
Oh! May the taper of thought illuminate the native firmament of youth
With eternal beams of clemency and immaculate truth.
May remnants of vernal days, emulate the unsullied string of murmuring Rhine
Which lofty silvern moon looks through in her decline.
Oh! Bestow sleets of diamond, shower the withering faith abundantly
My genuine night in ancient might and atrous raven majesty
Never admits a lucid ray of Cynthia's placid light
Nor scarce a pristine spark from virgin Lilies white.
In festal exuberant mirth, flowers rich in prime often steep
Banished from fervid fancies, my dreams slither from sepulchres of sleep
Dreary like spectres embroidered in soot-black cloak
Yoked with throat gripping images of woe, clawed than forked foot of hawk.
Oh! Grand down the enormous wing of unyielding throes
Intercepting the sun's beam of daffodil gold to disclose
The jolly throng of seeming friends in vizard faction knit.
Raze with fanged rust, the malignant swarm of antagonizing foes assailing in skits.
Once these cheeks flushed bright than crimson blossoms glow
Alack! Over those, briny springs of melancholy flow
From heights of penitence, from depth of pain suppressed
Creeping like subtle snakes from hollowed cavities of earth's breast.
Since wisdom hoarded in writhled lores and hoary sage
Never fades, stroked by boundless surges of age.
Since the raging cold of thawed snow, is kindly kept in summer's temperate heat
The severe taste of my delayed revenge, is neither lost in circles of time nor deplete.
Oh! Divine celestial quill, in rich characters of light, write…
Before the blind sentence groped to distinct light
Restless billows of black-faced misery, wretched the brass-chain of words away
Her thoughts bitter and sweet mingled without delay.
Through hollowed glades redoubled echoes nimbly fly
Plumed like pinions in boundless circles scan the scaled sky
Bearing the closing effort of sacred orisons, sealed with despairing cry
Imploring the sovereign sublime, perched upon Elysium throne
Oh! “Let go the string, before this withering faith is tempest blown."
When my Life Changed
In midst of my journey of life
Starkly I was shattered by fate
With the razor-sharp blade of knife,
Harshly hurled in hands of Hades.
After two long-stretched surgeries
Within the short span of ten days
For curled intestines, with worry
And acute pains, supine I lay;
For months I stayed gazing at sky
Seeking divine grace and mercy,
To shine strength on me to stand high
And rain on me His clemency.
Ever since my life changed for good:
No more my force I could recoup
No more taste of fast fatty foods,
But just the flavour of light soups;
No more the tang of sweetish treats
No more savour of salty feasts,
Gone were days of strolling on streets
With acute pains, the body fleeced;
Days turned into darkness of nights
Amidst the wrath of wild winters,
Despite the rays of sunshine bright
Cold were days of sparkling summers.
On hindsight, the change in my life
Pitched me closer up to the sky
With flame of faith lighting my strife,
Gems of hope shining in my eyes;
Was the change ways of divine will
To field me close to the sublime,
Or payment of debt with a chill,
Only He can disclose to Time.
Rats in the cellar, squirrels in the tree,
things aren't the same as they used to be.
When I left for school with my li'l lunch pail,
I didn't expect a penguin to swallow a whale.
Such an injustice, I've never seen,
a cantaloupe falsely imprisoned a bean.
It's unheeded screams, uncontrolled laughter,
when it's trolls that live happily ever after.
Doors off their hinges, pancakes are stacked,
biscuits are burning, windows are cracked.
Termites in the baseboards, rabbits that fly,
pigs that regularly take to the sky.
Voices that whisper, mad dogs that bite,
winds that go howling and look for a fight.
Wrapped in cellophane, mixed in a blender,
taped up in cardboard and returned to sender.
Rainbows and ravens, kaleidoscope dreams,
leafless branches, gallows lit by moonbeams.
Music boxes, pink ribbons and bows,
tags come on packages; tags come on toes.
Curtains lifted, sick, unsavory scenes,
gear wheels in gear wheels run strange machines.
Dissected, disowned and double-downsized,
unaided, unacknowledged and unrecognized.
Puzzles, conundrums that cannot be solved,
water plus turpentine make witches dissolve.
Pimentos are diced, harsh words are spoken,
nightmares are jumbled; eggshells are broken.
Lost in the doldrums, eyeballs protrude,
walking on blisters, a horse latitude.
Spineless jellyfish, lackeys and flunkies,
silver tongued vultures, branch swinging monkeys.
Experts and pundits, paid authorities,
Kool-Aid in canisters, down on your knees.
Bishops take pawns, the fat lady sings,
fires ablaze on black nights with kings.
Shattered stars, fragmented stones,
shining splinters, bleak, burning bones.
Songs without meaning, songs without words,
sung by unseen phantoms and silent birds.
Refrigerators with pictures nobody knows,
eyes staring back, no answers disclose.
Spiders and spinning bicycle wheels,
buffalos, bandits, and slippery seals.
Electric toothbrushes, electric chairs,
lethal injections, pushed down the stairs.
Pieces on the floor, a sad state of disarray,
the gift you've left me is insanity's bouquet.
You stole my cookies, pilfered my cat,
laughed at me roundly and turned me down flat.
Mice it in the attic go chitter chatter,
have I lost my wits or gone mad as a hatter?
In the library - for contest
Books are the ever- burning lamps
Of knowledge and wisdom....
It 's a well-established truth and I
also nod in full agreement...
But let me say this, I am not a nerd
And I am not a book-worm....
Nor do I have a flair for reading much
and all my friends know this too well....
But in these few days what surprised
them was my frequent library visits
My tryst with our town library..
was on a rising note day- by -day
My friends got curious and dubious!
Free-times or weekends my schedule
had changed,
My footsteps take me to the library road ....
All roads for me led to library not Rome!
Friends were not on my agenda as before...
Intolerable, all in a group they did approach
Asked me the reason for my library craze...
I shrugged, I smiled,I winked,
I blushed but didn't disclose....
My visits to library stay continued...
One fine morning greatly dressed I,
left my home as my perfume lingered
My destination, I need not say now
I know you readers have guessed it right!
My steps moved in well-paced rhythm
Hilarious spirits , morning pleasant!
Sun smiled at me and flowers wished!
Into the library i did step in...
And as his glimpse my sight caught
I blushed, I waved, smile creeping in
Bright face, so elegant , so handsome
Waved back and sent me a flying kiss
A research scholar and my new love!
Day in and day out he enjoys with books...
"The origin of species" by Charles Darwin
Rene Descartes and his philosophy of,
Cogito ergo sum !
My experiments with truth by Mahatma Gandhi!
Hereditary principles by Gregor Mendel..
Sociological thoughts of Max Weber
These are a few that I recollect..
Oh my dear soup friends...now that you all know
Please maintain silence.... is the board I'll point at!
My other friends are still curious....
I leave it to them to find on their own!!
My love has filled in me a new passion
my reading habit is slowly improving!
I sat with him last week with Pygmalion
Classic of versatile George Bernard Shaw
How hours passed like minutes, I never know!
I Worship library now as a repository
of knowledge of varied genre!
In reading and applying what we read
lies our real wisdom!
for contest: In the library
sponsorer-Isaiah Zerbst
by: Anulaxmi Nayak
on:13th August 2015
A Tale to Tell
Walking is a very good exercise.
So I walk regular to keep myself fit perfect
Once I was walking on river side to watch twilight.
On way back, sun went down.
Twilight bade bye and I started walk back to home.
Darkness covered surroundings very soon.
That night was a night of No Moon.
My feet were too tired, I wished a car- lift.
I did not stop but was walking slow.
Meanwhile I was attracted with a sudden glow.
I chanced to see the headlight of a car,
approaching towards me not from very far.
To stop the car, I showed my hand,
and went road side to wait and stand
Car ignored me, but was in too slow motion.
I opened the back door, finding no other option.
I boarded the car and looked aslant.
Shocked to see the driver-seat lying vacant.
Car was going on its own but very slowly,
as if a man was walking unwillingly.
I was not aware of automatic car traveling alone
Where it was going or coming from all along!
I heard, in this region ghosts might loiter,
Might be he was the invisible driver.
So long I got no harm, no need of tension.
Also the car was going on my direction.
I encouraged myself not to get frightened.
Ghost might be helpful to be redefined.
All on a sudden the car made a stop.
I got out from the car just on a gallop.
With rapid heart- beats I stood on roadside.
A tired person came out from behind.
Noticing me the man rejoiced
and with relief he voiced
“How lucky am I ! Here you stand.
To push the car, give me a hand.
Let us take the car to nearest garage.
So long I am pushing the car all alone.
Luck favored me as you are shown.”
What a blunder had I done, coming out of car !
I should depend on the ghost-driver.
I was bound to push the car.
Of course i had moral responsibility to do so.
He was so grateful to me.
I didn't disclose that I was coming comfortably
sitting on the car pushed by him.
Though amply rested, I still yawn
And feel energized after
light exercise doth spawn
break through viz mental impasse,
where endeavor to coax
germinating ideas to sprout
about as successful as
buzzfeeding, jump/kick starting
rooting brown lawn
to whether drought.
Long fostering literary creativity
analogous to prying open
figurative curtain drawn
shut tight within
thy noggin unresponsive
even when brute force
strongly applied, but still...
no progress (for aging Pilgrim)
made come crack of dawn,
thus I temporarily abandon intent.
An effort to craft satisfactory poem or prose,
(which coveted, kindled, unexpected...
futile endeavor deluges me when
least able to jot down eureka,
whereby brainstorm burst adrip
saturating yours truly head to toes
dribbling out nostrils,
asper my porpoise size bottle nose,
hence this feeble effort to appease.
No expected attaboy, kudos, bravoes...
discerning metaphorical whaling expedition
beseeching, imploring, soaking...
mine mindscape with
profuse voluminous wisdom
sans anonymous followers
waiting for me to compose
usual meaningless gibberish or
rare profound nugget of wisdom to disclose.
While thrashing within cyber sea,
possibly abandoning ambition to compose
superbly laced, ginned, coined...
poetic adage gee oh
into magnum opus masterpiece
eye catchingly exotic creation
exquisite as silk negligee pantyhose
(yea...perhaps yours truly
will also send near nude selfie,
a worse fate than death
cab for cutie)
and chuck stock inhibition
brokering favorable frescoes
tattooed across flesh
accentuating anatomical contours of flab
wharf flexing muscles simulates geckoes,
(albeit selling progressive insurance)
appearing to slither across body electric
predictably ejaculating Freudian peccadillos,
now bolt upright - ******** awakened,
no longer sleepy,
but dwarfed by giant spuds,
no small potatoes
eh...yar right to deem this poker face
eccentric - born (free) this way,
how Elsa to explain (without lion)
rambling riotous rumination
one among many bumptious desperadoes,
and oh...mooch hoe gracias reading poem
bumbling, degenerating, fizzling...
into lobbying primal salvoes.
1. They Ask (For 1984 riots)
Everyone asks;
how were you coupled with him?
Whose desertion
has dried up your eyes.
Finding solace in my gasps
You tell me-
How can I disclose
that the radiance of your blood,
before becoming my vermilion,
is gleaming in my eyes.
The perennial sea of my eyes is red-
with the ire
and with the woe
I can't lend the azure icy frost
to my venomous eyes.
I confess asking you
“to curse me hard”
but the curse- bigger than the age of life,
When did I- the sinner- sought?
How should I be grateful to you
you only know.
Talking of Salvation
how callously you behaved-
left me, to rust for rest of my life
you have salvaged
with the appearance of your body.
Whom can I blame that you deserted me!
to my destiny….?
to rabid, unscrupulous predator dogs….?
Or to the swathe of the religion…?
Do you think???
Blaming the destiny
can relieve me
of the uneasy feeling of being
the spinster-widow.
See- you have not kept
any of my promises
I admit, you didn’t make any
But were obliged under yourcommitments
If the rabid dogs…
were not obliged for the promises
how your creed could forgive you!
You were the same…
whobeseeched your deity,
wished well for all
butstrayed from my wellbeing….
preventing me from a giggle
you took all my laughter…
Where was your lord
For whom you once said-
“Oh lord whom Thou bless…”
Before fighting the tilted battle
While dying
did you call on that Lord
or your Mother…
or in agony, pain and helplessness
just cried
referring the humanity
I won’t be able to know…
Look- your Mother
is in the endless wait
for you and your brothers
in the hope…
You were the youngest
Mother’s beloved, but naughty…
Admitted that you liked hide and seek
But were you right in hiding
for ages
with aging mother waiting forever…
for her you were Sarwan Kumar,
Now who will quench her thirst
And how can I make it clear,
that how am I related to her.
Look! before your rites are completed
I am again made up so much
I laugh openly now
With the shadows of the mourning phase
My mouth is full with sweet,
contrary to your bitter smog.
Still everyone asking;
how were you coupled with him?
Whose desertion
Has made the stars
and the moon redundant for you…?
Where is the president?
Have you seen the president?
He ran away from the country
When he heard the boom sound of
The terrorist guns down the north west.
He said he can't control the raging terrorists
Because their arsenals were more advance than his.
He escaped their bullets and headed down the south.
He is not fit to rule this country i believed.
I saw him covered his face, wore his political shoes
And removed his political cloths.
His body was painted black as the black pot.
He is a chameleon, he changed to black when he saw
The elephant of the forest, fully loaded lads.
Have you seen him return to the country?
Have you heard anything of him?
Can the legs walk if the head is cut off?
Doom is ours if we see not the president.
Call on the children and bring down the gong let us sound it
Far and near Ka Uwa nu ya.
The town crier would be of help to us.
Let him tell the masses that he went for medical
Treatment and not that he ran away from the demons.
The president must be found whether night or day,
How ever, it is better we look for a black goat in the day
Before it is night when we see it no more.
Never allow the terrorist to enter the power house.
Call on thousand soldiers to keep virgin over the gate.
And also cover the black liquid , the pipe must be properly shut
It is the president's right hand.
Go into the street, ask every fools in there if they have
seen the president he dressed like a mad man.
He might be among the street beggars or the mad men in the street.
the president cowardice must not be disclose to anyone
His cabinets went with him you must tell the raging masses.
Go tell them, give them the false rumour
What you tell them they believe.
So go tell them that the president had gone to London for medical check up.
For get about the law of karma, it won't backfire on you.
He had ran away because of laziness, mismanagement and accusations by the masses.
He must not face the music of his actions
He must not face the angry hyenas.
He must be protected and teach the act of government.
Woe to us if we see not the president ,
So i urge to go now!!1
This is a glimpse
Of what I believe
As far as religion,
And my personal creed
You don’t have to like it
Nor do you have to agree
Just trying to show you
A little of what makes me, me
First off, let’s get this straight
I don’t follow any certain faith
I’m simply a Christian
Who loves His Praise
Yes I believe in Heaven
And yes I believe in Hell
But I also believe, in purgatory as well
Along with reincarnation
Of the spirit within all;
I know this may sound weird to some
And others may very well relate
But this is the base,
Of my religious convictions
Put together in the only form
I know how to translate;
I wasn’t raised on religion
I found it own my own
I know that I’m forgiven
For the things I didn’t know
I know He stands beside me
Through all the good and bad
He guides my when I’m lost
And cheers me when I’m sad
His miracles are shed upon me
Sometimes in multitudes
If only I could explain these wonders
So you had a better view
My soul is filled with His Spirit
His forgiveness never ceases to astound
He’ll love you so completely
And never let you down
His wisdom far exceeds
The likes of any man you know
Man will never know the mysteries
They so often try to disclose,
Scientist and Atheists
Both stand on common ground
All too often they don’t believe
For physical evidence can’t be found
I find these people shallow
And fervently pray for their souls
And this is a special message
For people just like those
Satan is still among us
Whether you choose to believe or not
And if you have no religion
Then your soul he has surely got
He loves to feed on your tears
To push the limit of your fears
He loves to poison your mind
With the lies he so likes to tell
He will surely guide you
Straight to the gates of Hell
His work is all around us
His powers are close to Gods
He is the master of deceit
Trust him you should not;
So look deep inside yourself
And try to see who you are
And if you don’t see anything
Then you should listen to your heart
The Lords Grace is all around us
Amidst this devils lair
His people are among us
For there are angels everywhere!
Form:
You know not why you're now here,
just that you are bound by fear-
(and a couple incised wires)
watching me, enticed with pliers.
Naked, cold, taught, and crying,
you can't move, although you're trying.
All stretched out, upon your stomach,
odors retch, your nostrils plummet.
Your head aches and thoughts are clouding,
slowly, memories are shrouding.
You ask out of blatant fear,
"Please, why have you brought me here?!"
"Now, now, settle down my dear,
the time to disclose that is near.
For now, just try to hold quite still,
enjoy your home, in my landfill.
This is where I store my trash-
oops, I guess I'm being rash,
I've already said too much,
try to focus on my touch."
Icy hands trace your bare back,
arcing circles, until SMACK!
Instantly you begin screaming,
trying to believe you're dreaming.
His handprint is a stark white
on blued flesh of your behind.
Helplessly, you wriggle there,
too afraid to meet his stare.
His left hand covers your mouth,
drowning out your smothered shouts.
"Hush my darling, don't you wail,
or yours will be a grim tale.
Since I know you won't stay still,
this should help you lay tranquil."
Another, piercing, white-hot pain,
penetrates your cheek again.
"Don't worry, I use this often,
a simple tetrodotoxin.
Do you feel it inside you,
tingling your lips, so blue?
Save your breath until we're through,
believe me, I know you do.
It's particularly potent,
cost an arm and leg to own it,
but it works it's charm, I see,
as you're not resisting me."
Slowly, it gets hard to breath,
your head pounds astoundingly,
cold sweat trickles as you seize,
minutes pass, nausea proceeds.
You feel loosening restraints,
but your feelings aren't the same-
hallucinations now mingle,
reality barely tingles.
Vomit trudges languidly,
making it harder to breath.
Hands caress you underneath,
then flip you over with ease.
Now, only your eyes can plea
for a hope of empathy.
Lastly, as you take death in,
you are faced with your demon.