Long Overturn Poems

See them coming they are possessed 
See them coming they are obsessed 
See them coming they are undressed
Their blood filled eyes stares at us in disgust 
And big guns protrudes from their sides, they are...

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You were brought in at a special time to stop a situation from growing wild, there was chaos everywhere and the multitude began to fear, and your ingenuity and strategy brought back the global stability....

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Mean spirited and conniving his manipulative voice  
Thunders around in my ears, sending mystified sound
parachuting in the atmosphere, "let things stay as they
are"the old voice on its dying bed  rumbles behind
the phone and...

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Grandmother pointed out warning signs on the apples.
Her strong voice resonated as she referenced bruises and marks.
Her wrinkled hands brushed over minute holes and obvious incisions.
She clutched the apples in her weather-worn palms
without uttering a...

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The grass has turned green again 
Parachuting life in our wounded hearts 
Grass buried underground for decades 
Is sprouting from the root once more
Blades standing tall and strong 
Embracing the hopeless ones. 

I heard a...

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He wanders through the neon nights, an artist out of place,
Unfit for this life tethered by chains, this era devoid of grace.
A time of empty haste, progress but an illusory facade,
A life starving for life,...

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We both were once in a village, far from the crowd
(Home/verses/khonika/ek ganye)

We both were once in a village, far from the crowd
Plethora, the joy is always ours!
Magpie Robin chirps there high on their tree branch,...

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From sagging huts up in the hills, 
We watched the tourists flash their bills. 
They piled our harvest on their plates, 
While soup and scraps were all we ate. 

The flames lick up from garbage...

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Big trucks rolling down the market street
blowing their horn in the crowded street
Big trucks going around, I have no clue where they are bound, they swirl and turn rocking the people`s nerve, big horn, big...

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Big trucks rolling down the market street
blowing their horn in the crowded street
Big trucks going around, I have no clue where they are bound, they swirl and turn rocking the people`s nerve, big horn, big...

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Big trucks rolling down the market street
blowing their horn in the crowded street
Big trucks going around, I have no clue where they are bound, they swirl and turn rocking the people`s nerve, big horn, big...

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Under the dark sky of 2025, where the Genetic Basin pulses
like an overloaded server beneath the shadows of a Sulimi,
my thoughts flow like a faulty algorithm through 6G networks,
whistling beneath faces lit by screens, with...

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Aniruddha: Knowing too much might overturn you, completely.
Do you even know that?
Revati: Then perhaps, 
it is better not to know too much..right?
Aniruddha: Knowing this way is quite irrational.
It is quite impossible as well. 
You may...

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April 7—Figure something out in a poem

Why Trump?

For the last six years
I have been trying 
To figure out 

Why 40 percent
Of my fellow Americans
Still support Trump.

Still believe he was
The greatest President ever.

I  just don’t...

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We decry some Arabic countries
where women are forced by law
to wear burkhas and cover
their faces and cannot speak out.
We speak for them, and ask,
“Where are the rights
of these poor women
who can make no decisions
and cannot...

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Empty guts come crawling around the town looking for where destiny is bound. They have nothing in their heart to give and thousands of holes in their hands to fill. They come in different shapes...

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I am a Victim, 
Lured by mascara, and by a pretext piety 
Induced through lust by immoral vermin 

I am a Victim 
Blindfold through cunnings to fest on a plowed field, 
“Whore scammed”, trapped in...

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{"How ones life has been going on, keep writing hard times a sentence on, you can be a light switch off/on."} - Loverboi

The suffering of today echoes a mile away, do I puzzle over faith...

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Love is some thing i entreat 
Of which without it my eyes are in  the murk of picket -eye lids,
 It is a Croft on which our spirits  first grub
To then be able...

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“The heaventree of stars” (in Ulysses as said Joyce)
“hung with humid nightblue fruit” (ah that Bloomian voice)
could evoke a masterpiece the world has come to know,
The Starry Night, so treasured now, by Vincent van Gogh…

In...

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THE REMAINERS
A Comment on the march on London against the Refrendnum Result

The 23rd of June 2016,

A noble day, a great day,

The day the people had their say,

But if Remainers had won the vote,

They would pontificate...

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In the realm of shadow where memories are born and die unnaturally,
And stars watch in silence, reflecting celestial nostalgias.
The Moon dresses in the silk of night, preparing for union,
With the night's dew, in a celestial...

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It is better to love and lost Well, you have heard the saying                      ...

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Row, row, Row YOUR Boat
Gently down the stream;
Row with the flow of life t'wards YOUR 
Each and ev'ry dream.
Row YOUR Boat always,
Always with the flow,
For against the current
Is not the way to go.

Row, row, Row...

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Move back to the stone age 
What kind of story is history going to write
let us examine a cold hearted nation and her many flaws
injecting children with dead remains horror filled
killing has become second nature...

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