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It's within my constitution, to be released of this concrete jungle;
The hope of love, hopes of love;
Echo sounds of ordinary rambles in this jungle;
Sensual love but of none but you, I'm true, sure;
Safari greenery animal sprees I'm your Tarzan, you'll be my Jane;
Dissociation with humanity we shall contain;
Humbly within this abode, I abode as we stroll;
Dreams of associations nightmare tolls;
Differences in city and jungle love;
Kangaroo's teaching us urban dance, the bunny hops;
May this jungle love never stop;
We see the lioness came up, bitterly lamented the death of her whelp;
Elephants sprinkling water from their spouts;
Sensual love but of none but you, I'm true;
Sensual beats the drums of jungle love;
7/16/19
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Let this mist nigh misty remain,
My eyes moist, words scattered remain,
Know not, why this moment has marooned?
Heartbeats lifeless, why mood seems doomed?
Fine, whole world’s willing to walk with,
But today let me aloof remain,
Let this mist nigh misty remain.
Let me on ways of love
And lost in memories remain,
Why my shadows hazy as if feign?
Kinship awkward, world lifeless remain,
Let dream world delightful remain,
But today let me hurt-by-self remain,
Let this mist nigh misty remain.
And this life so lonely,
This pain captured in heart remain,
All-lost my destiny,
Why those false vows far too fair feign?
Let all these dreams lay vain,
Destroyed and scattered remain,
Let this mist nigh misty remain.
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Translation |18.03.2025|angst, feelings, lost love
English rendition of the poem Dhuan Dhuan Sa Rehne Do... a poem in Hindi by Sonali Ganguly
Aniruddha Pathak
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Dhua Dhua Sa Rhne Do...
ye dhua dhua sa rehne do.
palko me naani aur bikhre huye alfaz rehne do.
naa jane ye pal hai thehra kyun?
dhadkane khamosh aur goom ye fiza kyun?
chalne ko saath to puri kainaat hai,
par aaj hume yun tanha hi rehne do,
Ye dhua dhua sa rehne do….
chahat ki raho me
ya yaadon me khoye rehne do.
dhundli ye parchai lagti hai apni kyun?
uljhe huye se rishte aur hai berang ye duniya kyun?
sapno ke dayere me to har pal khushnuma hai.
par aaj hume khud se khafa hi rhne do.
ye dhua dhua sa rehne do.
zindagi ko suni aur es dard ko dil me rehne do.
khoi huyi si hai ye manzil kyun?
jhoothe wo waade ab bhi lagte sache kyun?
un khwabon ko tut kar bikhar jane do.
bas, ye dhua dhua sa rehne do.
The Heat
I have a new girlfriend her name is Mary-Jane.
I think she's from the south where the plants grow green and bright.
Mary Jane and I just spent the hot afternoon together ?
Watching the passage of time through a lens that she brought along just for this occasion.
The heat makes the air a sticky, warm bath
Mosquitos suck at the scabs on my legs
My scrotum is constantly itching
And my T-shirt is sucking the last remaining moisture from my pores.
Mary-Jane giggles at me, as if to say:
'Why focus on discomforts when the real heat is behind the scenes?'
My dreams keep interrupting me
So that I can clear my own throat and attempt to speak clearly again..
superman just made a reservation
i am in a phone booth penthouse
a knock on my door gets my attention
there you are, looking like the last time it was the first time
you still have those calming brown eyes
you still possess that laid back smile
in all our routines and the addition of life, i guess we forgot ourselves and each other
that changes tonight when mary jane becomes my taletha abernathy again
your hair is down
my arms are open
let's be each other's Welcome Back Mat and cry happy tears together
it has been too long
the air between us is the sweetest it has ever been
i wonder now if you still are
there is only one surefire way to find out
it a bit it will get so real and surreal
There are no more magic wands
no magical “godmothers”
to wave them
to inspire the dreamers.
No more “threesomes” of
bears, little pigs, or billy goats.
The Little Red Hen has been replaced
By Gordon Ramsay.
Pinocchio denied his dream
of being a real boy.
“The Little Engine That Could”
Is being told that
“it shouldn’t have”.
Atlas has been told
to stop shrugging.
Dick and Jane
have been expelled from school
for running, jumping, laughing
and not having Spot neutered.
“Show and Tell”
has become an expose’
of family dysfunction.
Recess has been banned
as no one should be
faster, quicker, or better
than anyone…..at anything.
Grading systems have become
evaluations of socio-political conformity.
Teachers have become “The Muppets”
manipulated by unseen hands.
And yet……
Children still sword fight with sticks
race each other to see…..who’s the fastest
wrestle, fall down, get bruised….and..
get up again….
TO PLAY.
John G. Lawless
7/12/2021
Silly ass dame
You Lame plain Jane
Fckng wacked out & insane
Still playin the same game
Even with nothin' to gain
You're the only one to blame
So don't even complain
Sayin you wanna change
But forever stay tha same
Get back in ya in lane!!
Thinkin you so smart
With 3 cells left in ya brain
Dazed out 24/7 from all tha fetty& cocaine
Putting so much faith in hollow promises
That should be taken with a grain
It's like you BEGG for tha pain!!!
Feelin each drop of that acid rain
Burnin through my skin
Down to my skeletal Frame
Tryna act normal & maintain
Ignoring these constant stabbing migraines
Success will never be obtained
Like failure been ingrained
Take every aspect of your life
And rearrange
the past mistakes steady being replayed
Walkin a straight line to Hell
N sht still feel mundane*
Dear Heaven
Just writing you a letter.
I’m being sincere.
Life is lonely down here sometimes.
Everyone Is hibernating.
No one understands me.
Show me the way.
Am I a poet?
I’m trying to walk the narrow road.
Sometimes there's no rain, my thoughts are in a drought.
Can’t wait to go home,heavenly sky with no doubt.
Clouds will carry me with poetry.
I ponder what Heaven would be like.
A small house with a small room so I can write.
All have to wait a little longer.
One day I will pass on.
With a beautiful song.
(Flowers, by Helen Jane Long)
Show me the way.
We will meet through the radiant horizon.
With many colors someday.
Jane learned that chimpanzees are much like us in many ways. They have families and feelings; they communicate and make tools. Chimpanzees actually share 98.6% of our DNA, proving they are indeed our closest relatives.
Regardless of the ethical dilemma, some geniuses thought chimpanzees would be ideal for medical experiments. We’ll never know how many were sacrificed in the name of science… But it turned out their immune system was vastly different from humans !
Thankfully many chimps slated for medical research were able to retire and live out many years safely in ideal sanctuaries. Chimpanzees are still an endangered species but their numbers are slowly rising thanks to Jane ~
Jane looked within
she saw kinship in their eyes
~ reclaimed their rights
AP: 3rd place 2025
Gart Williams has an occupation in New York City.
He works for a very prominent advertising agency.
However, things have not gone well recently.
His boss is one who is not known for patience.
At a meeting, Mr. Mizrow voiced his loquacious vehemence.
It seems relations with the boss went south
when Gart said to him: “Fat boy, why don’t you shut your mouth?”
It could have easily been the end of his career.
Luckily, Mr. Mizrow wished for him to stay around here.
Gart, how did you get into a rut such as this?
He keeps reminding you of a “push, push, push business”.
Perhaps advertising was not the right scenario for you.
A change to a slower and idyllic lifestyle is overdue.
On the commuter train home, in a dream you would see
such a town of your wishes known as “Willoughby”.
You described your dream in detail to wife Jane.
She thought you were lackadaisical and possibly insane.
Well Gart, there is no such stop as Willoughby along the line.
If you attempt of get off there, things will not be too fine.
Sometimes, we would all like to visit a place called Willoughby.
However, you must keep your feet planted in reality.
Based on the Twilight Zone episode "A Stop At Willoughby".
Seven days and lonely at night
Was a Princess called Snow White
On her doorstep there was
Little guy dwarves
All different to view from sight
So on Monday night she did walk
To Dopey's bedroom for a talk
The conversation was slow
Up sticks did she go
At her topless body he did gawk
When Tuesday evening came around
She tiptoed without a sound
Beside bashful she sat
Blimey, not again, no chat
His eyes on me will never abound
Oh my! it's Wednesday again
Am I beautiful or just plain Jane
I better go to the Doc
Do I look good in this frock
Am I letting my shapely shapes wane
It's Thursday and I better nurse Sneezy
Whose chest has become rather wheezy
To him I won't kiss
No matter his wish
I have no desire to become queasy
Thankfully Friday has been reached
It's the weekend long lies are now preached
For Sleepy I'll never wake
No booty will he shake
My cheeks he'll never see peached
Saturday has finally come along
Even Grumpy now sings the same song
With a song and a cheer
Shared over a few beers
No chance you'll get into my thong
Have I saved Sunday to be the best
Is Happy better than the rest
His smile tells me so
For more than his cheeks glow
At last a loving grin at my breasts
Oh I need to be loved ever since
Like the weeks I had with my Prince
For many many nights
He knew to love me right
When I walked, you could see my legs wince
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