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I hardly recognize this
modern world
for it's changed so much
within my lifetime
I grew up
in a much different place
where people interacted
face to face
not through cutesy emojis
used in cyberspace
to express emotions on the internet
on such sites as Skype, Facebook, and Twitter
having never met
each other
in person
nor do they ever expect they ever will
for the meaning of a friend
has changed
to a numbers game
and how many likes you can collect over
other people competing
with you
on the cloud
meanwhile, the tactile feel of
a hardy handshake has all
but gone
the way of the dinosaurs
nowadays
Tell me a story about a person's adventure
where they went and what they what they did
tell me who they interacted with and what was crazy.
Tell me what mistakes they made,
and the lessons they learned.
Tell me a story that makes me feel good,
but some stories make me really mad.
Tell me a story about an animal,
crawl inside the mind of the beast.
Let me know if the animal interacted with a human
in ways good or in ways really bad.
Was the animal in your story a hero
or just a sidekick?
Maybe you have a story about a fictional character
who floats on the clouds up above.
Or maybe the fictional character
rakes the embers of the underworld below
after all your fictional charter was the villain of the show.
But when you tell me a story of any kind
the time we are together will be quality time.
We know what Mars looks like from pictures sent by satellite
and in the near future we'll send expeditions to find graphite,
but in the meantime can we send someone to Mars
other than astronauts: isn't it an amazing and lovely planet?
I have a fantastic and bizarre idea for this coming Christmas:
and the only catch is that Santa can't travel on a sleight!
We should have a serious chat with Santa and reveal this fantastic plan
to him, he may turn it down with his infamous grin;
let's explain to him how it will work in plan words:
he must learn how to fly a small spaceship and head to distant Mars!
On Mars children don't know that Christmas is: gifts and carols;
it's time the earthly kids interacted with the little Martians with large, purple eyes,
but be warned they may they have big ears and very long noses
like Pinocchio, the wooden boy, does it mean that they're mischievous and tell lies?
Will Santa travel to Mars and meet those kids who may look strange?
How about the language barrier? What must he do to communicate?
Santa may ask you to give up your presents in exchange for their friendship;
aren't you anxious to meet them: isn't a thrill to make a voyage on a spaceship?
We live melodramas and are mad clownish characters, unaware of who we really are. I was made aware of this by three young boys, who were part of a hillbilly
family living in the forest. When they came and interacted with us it became painfully apparent. They were the elders and we were living in a mad world, seemingly incurably insane, and running wild. I believe they had little or no contact with today's world. I changed that day, and eventually realized that the problem was we never live in the now. We think we do, but it is an illusion, that keeps us enslaved and deeply brainwashed. There is a way to find your true self,
seek... The Power of Now, a book that can help you live the life you want, need, and deserve! The life that you live is in a dark tunnel, The Power of Now is a light at the end of it. There you will find joy and peace...forever!
BIGGER THAN MYSELF
When thoughts cease to flow
where does ego go
blowing bubbles of illusion,
creating confusion.
All along tried to pull the trigger
to hit the bigger personality than mine,
so that I can adore, I can admire,
I can depend on a genuine adviser
My idol, my mentor
to venture free in thorny journey of life
or atleast to love on dreamy desire.
I regret not to meet one in my familiar zone.
Searched and searched in vain only to rue.
Though true, interacted lot not few.
If seemed bigger from far,
coming close got shocked to look at small aperture.
All around small pebbles rolling stumbling, mountain not to reach.
In the last phase I had to realize silhouette of ill fate
overshadowed me, being bigger than myself.
May be aromanticism floating in my heart
or narcissism is bubbing in my blood.
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02/02/19
Third Place
Re-edited on 05/10/22
‘Bubbles of Illusion’
Contest by Unseeking Seeker
A LITTLE MEMORY
A little memory yet most salient
Brittle forgetfulness displayed layers.
Rippling reminiscence always to leak
I had to leave you with my silent cry.
But still honoring your last blink less glance
illuminating darkness of my path.
Strong solace to feel and proceed in mirth.
Once we were caught on sudden happenstance.
Hesitant lovers didn’t talk both being shy.
One romantic eve brought us close, to speak
But feelings of eager hearts were not shared.
I couldn’t forget you for any moment.
In core of heart, you are always present.
Fate chose different fields for two players.
Yet parting couldn’t turn us mentally sick.
Later we interacted : 'Hello-Hi "
But flame of love ever glowing to dance.
Emotive urges surging to same firth.
01/07/20
TRIBUTE
My beloved father
My teacher, preacher, philosopher and guide.
You taught me to think precise, analyse and decide.
You taught me universal moral values to honor
You taught me to be dutiful in behavior.
None knows what happens to a being after death.
But I feel your presence in mind on my every breath.
I am confident that you are still with me showing light
to illuminate my path of life whenever in plight.
You have gone away yet have left
immense blessings that I have felt
on occasions protecting me like shield
in my every step in every field
Miracles also happened to realize and perceive.
Our souls interacted, though hard to believe.
06/27/2019
Prior to my final Masters Exam, I spent five months
in Uncle's place on study leave and once chanced to meet
my Mr. Perfect and was devastated .
No way , my ardent ardour compelled me
to fall in love :
He was my First Love.
Seeds of love were sown in two souls
to sprout .
Tender sapling of emotive urge started to grow.
Dormant yearnings formed the stem.
Roots of passion pierced the core of heart
in deep dolour.
Romance rippled on shivered nascent leaves.
I never interacted direct to Mr.Perfect
even both standing face to face.
Yet our silent world was magnificent.
Mere exchanges of glance was sufficient to tie
ethereal emotional bond.
Two soft buds in two minds shone in amorous glow.
Dreamy desires danced delight
in wobbling dilemma
thrashing on different shores through swelling urge.
Two surrendered minds being chained in social stigma
are sundered, as none had courage to defy status -quo.
In the last eve of my leave completion ,
we happened to be in a solitary park.
Eagerly I was waiting with full expectation.
He hurried to approach close to me.
I looked straight to his eyes even without blink,
with a feeling that he has overpowered his hesitance.
Eternal Time momentary took pause.
We lost worldly link.
But he couldn't utter a single syllable.
Our love sank in Destined Silence .
I had to be back on next day.
,
Met Lost Love
I chanced to see him
on my stay of study leave.
I loved at first sight.
Mere exchange of glances tied us in a strange bond of emotion.
We never interacted but both honoured our intense passion.
Our First Date was over in silent dismay
He did not voice, we got separated.
After long twenty years Destiny brought us face to face.
He talked and talked a lot with his whole heart.
I was lucky to greet him with posies to experience
my first and last gift offered to him and just
a single finger touch seemed, we were never apart.
Two hearts realized their intense love still shining
In cloud of separation there was silver lining.
Both of us enjoyed peerless precious pleasure
owning our most valuable greatest treasure.
On call of family needs we bade bye to each other.
I met my lost love just again to lose forever
08/04/16
Long Distance Love Contest by Nicola Byme
There's a story to be told,
That even Hollywood shared in part.
Showing entertainment by its fiction,
Could drown the mind and fill the heart.
Historically, great showmen of the day,
Would sculpt their molds with fantasy.
With enough breath of reality present,
To confuse and convince them of heresy.
Sadly, this playbook has a lengthy heritage,
As dark, cultish chapters spread throughout the land.
Where a sprinkling of legitimacy provides shelter,
While the balance follows the judicially planned.
Our most recent display of this power,
That left the majority harmless and weak,
Reinforced how wealth interacted,
Against poverty that wishes to speak.
So with steady messaging sowing a seed,
Where now great doubt was not remote.
The drumbeat of infinite freedom was heard,
As they sought a selective vote.
Through it all, the struggles continued,
From the pulpits to our highest courts.
As the powerful seek political refuge,
Behind the dollars that offer supports.