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The Sinorians were all happy when the guests came
They welcomed the guests with warm hugs
The guests promised to show them heaven
They did take them to heaven
They built houses and cars for the Sinorians
They made them feel the taste of freshness and luxury
They taught them to live a king’s life
Then it was the era of happiness, abundance and festivals
One fine day the guests left with a wicked smile
They didn’t wait for the farewell
It was too late when the Sinorians realize the valuables are gone
And they have nothing left there
By the time the seeds which the guests left behind started to grow
The seeds of war
The seeds of riots
Slowly those plants started grow
The plants became trees in no time
And those trees started to hunt the Sinorians
Some tried to run
Some tried to swim
But the roots and branches of the plants were so deep and long
The Sinorians couldn’t escape from those
The houses were no help for them
The cars couldn’t take them too far
Kids drowned and their dead bodies were lying on the beach
Now they think of the good old days of desert life
The days before the guests came
The days they only had to love their women
They only had to play with their kids
The days they only had to worship the god
But those days were out of their reach
They searched for the god everywhere
They couldn’t find him
The god was with the guests
Hanging on the walls of the palace made with the fortune of Sinorians
Everything they loved and worshipped was taken by the guests
The wicked smile on the guests face was so powerful and meaningful….
In the land of unending night,
A city stands with no exit in sight,
An entrance grand, but all who enter find,
No escape, their fates forever intertwined.
Like a hungry beast, it devours souls,
In a realm where darkness swallows the stars,
And whispers of despair echo in the halls,
A symphony of pain, played on sorrow's guitar.
Here, no drop of water can be found,
As flames lick the walls and dance around,
An ocean of fire, a realm of pain,
No relief from the heat, no cooling rain.
The laughter of demons fills the air,
As sinners weep, their cries unheard,
For in this city, no love or mercy stir,
Only regret for the deeds that led them here.
Wealth and riches are but a distant dream,
No place for desires, no space for sin,
Repentance hangs heavy in the air,
But no forgiveness to be found there.
An eternal fast, yet no prayers rise,
Sickness festers, no herbs to suffice,
No rest for the weary, no solace in sight,
No death's embrace to end this blight.
Beauty fades, its power rendered moot,
All men transformed into demon's suit,
Hatred and curse the currency here,
No hope, no peace, only fear.
The largest city, after Heaven's gates,
Its population swells, but no life creates,
A city of no regard, no respect,
Only the certainty of eternal regret.
Unquenchable fire, unstoppable pain,
Weeping and gnashing, a never-ending refrain,
A city with no desire for earthly things,
No womanizing, no hunger for worldly wings.
No calendar marks the passage of time,
No new year's hope, no reason or rhyme,
A city of unending despair,
A warning to all, a fate to beware.
For in this city, no help can be found,
No escape from the shackles that bind,
Only regret for the choices made,
In a land where life forever fades.
I’m too tired to tell another story
About the pangs of reality
of my barricading delusions
and my spontaneous God given days
A long wait ;A fat fate
A nine day wonder that forever lay in yonder.
I’m bled out of verve ;high on adrenalin
I hated narcissism ,ignored individualism.
Am losing my creed hard as it seems,
No need for innuendos and cover ups
No gimmickry no false flags
I believe in theocracy,oneness of the most high.
I have been punched and bruised
Dead beaten and Ill stricken.
I've been a witness to sordid days
Happy years and bonfire nights
I once asked Santa for maiden
He told me " dude lets be serious"
I won't even bother Cupid
That naked winged baby wielding weapons
who even crowned him an angel ?
I've breached the rules
Threshed on everything with a head full of pain
Tried singing when broken
Only to realise my voice is even worse than my problems
In my fantasies I probed for honesty ,
Paraded with veracity.
But bliss is not a thing life guarantees
And I know this is how life in its entirety goes.
My imaginings are wilder,
Might soon catch a banshee
My nostalgias are inconsistent ,
And My health is really getting better
Will someday soon sky dive in Ghana
Or yet still rally on the Savannah
I sought levity in the midst of debacles
Only to find fury in endless spirals.
I stumbled on a prose
Lo! let me sip on its sweetened repose.
In my hands a pen a paper
so I can write away my woes.
recite it like a rhapsody or sing it like a hymn
As a form of consolation,An escape from reality.
Luisa ran from where she’d stood
at the approach of the crowd,
they wanted no whores on their street,
and had told her so fairly loud.
Some threw metal cans, road debris,
as they pushed on, deadly close,
then she found herself in a dead end,
no place left for her to go.
As they drew near in a frenzy
a figure in a trench-coat came,
the crowd parted and stared at him,
Luisa swore she could feel flames.
As he loomed up in the shadows
nameless horrors filled her mind,
the figure spoke unto the crowd:
“You back off, this one is mine…”
Andre stumbled out of the bar
fumbling hard for his keys,
the floozie on his shoulder was
dropping drunkenly to her knees.
He did not recall all the beers
that he’d pounded down inside,
just had to get this woman home,
get himself between her thighs.
A smoker saw him, shouted out,
“You’re gonna get people killed!”
He knocked Andre down, in disgust,
“You’ve both drank more than your fill!”
Then a man in a long coat came,
and Andre his breath couldn’t find,
the man just grinned to the smoker,
“Run along, this one is mine…”
Karzel sprinted, the cash in hand,
as the store clerk shouted to stop,
the boys would all respect him now,
eight hundred dollars he’d robbed!
Then he saw that the clerk was armed,
chasing after him with a gun,
Karel panicked, tripped on the curb,
money flew, seen by every one.
“I’m gonna call the cops on you!”
Roared the clerk standing over him,
then Karzel saw a man’s coat-tails
as he came lumbering in.
Karzel went cold at the mere sight,
seeing no escape from his bind,
the figure said to the mad clerk:
“Don’t worry, this one is mine…”
CONCLUDES IN PART II
The wind creeps slowly over the hill smiling at the sleeping daffodils its waiting for the sun to rise to breathe romance in the sky and fill the air with laughter. The species are known to man, they populate all over the land, and the wailing wind reminds me of an ancient tune that the emperor used to sing at noon to woo the young maiden to his chamber. Fragrance mixed with fragrance laying in the woods and the aroma from the sweet lavender escape from the old world and enters the new world with boots and socks scarfs and mittens and a thick coat to absorb the moisture from the earth, they will survive if you keep them warm but they will die if you leave them exposed in the open lawn. Flowers are blooming in the field, rosemary, oregano and winter jasmine, the temperature is falling and the people are moving around looking for a comfortable place to tarry for the winter. Winter has just began and I can feel it in my skin, autumn has come and gone, leaving lots of leaves scattered all over the lawn; this year’s winter is going to bite and you have to have the proper gloves to fight, open the winter shops and show the people what you have got, the people are coming in droves to buy the winter clothes. Open the store until late and wait patiently at the gate. For winter is walking in my skin and it is going to sting.
In the dense green layer,
a small wooden home,
a few days of peace,
existing all alone.
The beats are not the same:
water stream,
wild creatures,
birds talking,
the nature sings.
The painting I see from my window,
the scarf of clouds around the neck of hills,
the embellished valley simply exists.
A tall waterfall pouring its emotion.
The time stops here.
Every scary wildlife is a beauty here.
This ain't normal.
My eyes are stretched over a mile.
My destiny has carved something unreal,
a moment that feels surreal.
I am lost within the air,
a better world with every layer.
I come here often to press some brakes,
to escape from the stupid race,
to live a lonely life with slow pace.
INFLICTION IN ACTION
Infliction silent or sonorous,
disguised or detectable
run parallel with journey of life.
Sterile born clad in innocence
through childhood carrying painful experience.
Me confronting hostile domestic front
devoid of Mom’s affection and care.
A helpless resistless powerless child
grinded in grave gravels of neglect and disregard.
Counted my days to reach adulthood
to escape from antagonistic atmosphere
searching at least a peaceful sphere to roam
in a sweet home.
Worked vigorous taking life as challenge.
Proceeded as lone fighter, life to arrange.
Thanks to my nature holding hope and courage.
Met my desired goal.
Performed own successful role
guided by my sublime soul,
honoring Dad as my idol.
Enjoyed life and love
Shocked on infliction to observe.
yet only pleasant things cannot recur
Constriction- infliction will occur.
Till heart pulsates, infliction will make upset.
But at least delicate defenseless childhood
should be exempted.
08/10/ 20
'Inflictions' Contest by Silent One.
There was a whistling in the windy stops
a rustling of branches and leaves to find
slipping in and out the scattering of raindrops
a cardinal and a bluejay landing in the pine
a screech and click shout on the breeze of time
a foreshadowing of the storm clouded cries.
There were butterflies bees and flies
hovering within the flowers final demise
one more day of summer warm and bright
stretching out in August delight.
The end of seasons approach
as autumn chills slowly encroach
a day escape from the blistering and humid heat
when nothing moves and creatures sleep
the ever-changing world in revolution
bends to the sun and earthly delusions.
In the realm where hues collide,
Where blue meets red, and souls abide.
There lies a shade, both bold and rare,
With regal presence, beyond compare.
Purple, the color of power and might,
In kings' domains, it shines so bright.
From royal robes to political might,
It commands respect, day or night.
But beyond the realm of earthly thrones,
Purple sparks imaginations, it hones.
With mystical allure, it guides the soul,
To depths unknown, where mysteries roll.
Broad-minded, it welcomes all,
Philosophers heed its mystical call.
To explore the realms of thought and mind,
In purple's embrace, wisdom we find.
An escape from mundane routines,
Purple whispers of dreams and schemes.
Yet keeps us grounded, anchored firm,
In reality's grasp, where we learn and affirm.
Fostering empathy, it reaches out,
With warmth and love, dispelling doubt.
But beware its tender heart,
For in chaos, it may depart.
In pursuit of art, it finds its home,
Where creativity freely roams.
Musicians, poets, and artists alike,
Find solace in purple's vibrant strike.
Light or dark, it stirs emotions deep,
From romantic highs to sorrows steep.
Yet in its essence, we find our truth,
In purple's embrace, eternal youth.
So let us embrace this wondrous hue,
With open hearts, in all we do.
For in the tapestry of life, it weaves,
A thread of hope that never leaves.
The world does believe in this mysterious creature
To prove its existence, some into dangerous spots did even venture
But hey, would you believe that falsely do I pretend
If I told you that the Bigfoot does live close by, on my island!
Yes, it does reside here
It is even my wonderful peer
Here, in the island of Mauritius
An island with a magical meaning, always making it so precious!
I saw it first when I was out for a trip
Into the dense forests did I dare walk in
Hoping to find maybe an iceberg, even its very tip
Hoping even to meet with a nice jhin
I was out with a crowd
Drunk, they did sing loud
So much that I felt fed up
And wandered away from the prescribed step
That was then I came face to face with the bigfoot
It was tall, dark, and furry
It had teeth which snarled dangerously
And its face looked as if it was covered with soot
It looked at me and I looked at it
I was about to scream
But it chose to share with me, its food, even if only a bit
I loved it right there, and I chose to give him Mystic as name
Why, I know not how it came to my island
Maybe it did escape from some other land
Maybe it has lived here since eons
Why, what matters is that now we are great friends
Every week, I do go to pay it a visit
Of course, its existence is yet a secret
None except me does know that I am friends with a bigfoot
None except me and my wonderful friend!
But hey, I was indeed surprised
Holy cow! It's the bigfoot
Knowing that my friend is greatly prized
Why, I shall keep my secret to myself!