Long Hillocks Poems

“Oh please don’t worry.
I haven’t a heightened sixth sense… about the mint infused lilt here.”
There must be a compass without a point surrounding me
“Looking for directions.
The town you’re seeking is a few winding roads and...

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I heard the universal sound of aum (pronounced ohm)...
while being quarantined inside our own invisible bubble

Transcendent meditations
while athwart oblate spheroid
allow, enable, and provide
deft capability deciphering
snap, crackle and pop
accepted as mere static
to the untrained ear.

Each inaudible...

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And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said: Speak to us of children

And he said:

Oh multitudes of children 
Sensually sensitive 

(1)
O piece of my liver - my dewy hair,
My day - my...

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No dear
Make the date for the tea
Friday at three
For the moon will be
At the windows
At the wee hours
And it will be the full moons
We will pick up as much as we choose
With the scarlet spoon

Monday...

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“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts”. Rachel Carson 


Mother Earth! In love and awe, we salute you!
Though you are just a...

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While rambling like a vagabond in a seraphic poetic submersion, in a remote region, witnessed the most captivated sight ever, 
a sleeping valley rippled in wild blooms, as sparkling in mystical celestial beam, in the...

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Hitherto a sleepy way-lost village,
Shall now enter history’s fresh new sheet,
Vain may turn lessons of its farm college,
That would wonder how men should the greens treat.   

Poor greens to greed shall now the...

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Up but Down…part-5

“Poor place”, the spectral humming of the winds
Seems to tell, “the hills too would have to lose
Their birthright just like everyone of us.
On the way upward, somebody points

To a pitiful mile or so...

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Behold the pulchritude overhead exalts to about a spread. 

It is o full swift which greatly outstrips thunder and gale added, 

Yet ocular to sigh from more than a score of hillocks afar. 

It is...

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(A village in the Khasi hills)

Sickly pine trees in tiny clusters
On balding hillocks with grey grass
Fighting harsh battle for survival
Against bronchial suffocation
Of dust storms stirred up from a ravaged road
That winds up to the village...

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A place so serene with myriad colours,
With nature's beauty so plenty,
Yet wild!
A land full of rivers, lakes, ponds, hot springs and volcanoes
An wandering eye would love to behold,
But!
Neither the springs have water,
Nor the lakes are...

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On the golden quilt of alasi*
Long stretched and
Kissing the horizon
I nap
Cushioned on malleable azure clouds
A stainless heaven kissing the earth I dream
On the savage land 
Atop the hill and hillocks
From the bushes come 
The clings...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Three

Is it true the sun dared cock its eye over the hillocks
Nor did it with affront sink into raging Atlantic docks
Such the glare of armoured headlights singeing the...

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"Fireflies and Sea Poppies" 

glow up 
a short life 
buzzing by 
lighting up the 
shoreline

caves 
they're heading for
silent crowded sanctuary
stick fast like glow worms
fire lit to cold walls

words on the body
of the conscious all
written thoughts...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Eighteen

Even as the lower rubbed its dazed eyes over Her hillocks
The light-foot Lass of Lahore made her way past the boating docks
Past the Marie’s dank reedy banks over...

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My life has brought me to such horrible end - I might say,
Or I might blame the subtlest of my soapy sinful way;
Divine graces blossomed around me like pure prim-roses,
I chose thorns; who to blame?...

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Going through its ambiance, (on) with open thoughts,
Past scenes so serene, and picturesque (in situ passed).
A house, its windows just ajar to the tactile winsome breeze
That taste of zest & adventure infused; with distilled memory’s,...

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When hope eroded by life's extremes
as life mocks fermenting a wish to die
I let twilight bathe my drooping eyes
and take my heart to nature's scenes. 
.
Nature flirting in it’s proud green attire
behold the swift squirrel&...

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The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the misty mornings’ dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

So green and warm, and full of life, the forest skirt and the maids’...

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My horse's haunches sway,
Saunter up hillocks and down a valley path,
Above a ridge off and on: a village where some people fish,
Phosphorescent flotsam washed ashore. 

Green embers breathe as if through shriveled lungs.
Wax in contrast...

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Drive at any season gives me immense fun,
I cannot afford many cars; yet, I've good one; 
Drive during Fall, indeed, is very enchanting,
Especially, if through village roads, it's joy-granting...
From black-mud surface, dust, like fog arises,
Road...

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Stubbs Park is decorously rampant,
its paths scamper here and there
                         ...

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Of the Gods own country
of this paradise
where green and blue
merge as one
in the north is a city
that encompass the beauty
where the dream lands meet
lined by kaasaraka trees

where seven tongues are spoken
and a unique lingo was...

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An elegant black movement
A sparkle from within
Embroidery of golden light 
Knitting magic on the skin

Raising the gleaming axe
Aiming at the dry branch 
The black diamond in pursuit
Of her daily livelihood

Many a male tourist in the...

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We Bleed Out
By Sy Roth

Unbroken string of invective--
The world deserves it. 
It blurs our memories.

No need to sing its praises
When it undoes us,
Unties the laces that bind us
And drops us off at a station
Where work...

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