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I just came from the cafeteria. In a shocking twist,
I have to actually meet people, I mean, can you imagine?
And we have group projects, my least favorite thing,
except perhaps, having a gym class.
The cafeteria was so crowded—didn’t I see you there?
Everyone there seemed to be wearing vintage Urban Outfitters.
I felt left out, but no one openly pointed at me.
Next, I expect to see bubblegum patch vests, skate-fit jeans and leopard-appliqué flats.
Between us, I’ve gotten old, and lost what little fashion game I had.
Now I’m modulated, that is, I’m over over-Indulgence.
When I pictured myself in college, OMG, what, a half a decade ago?
I imagined myself in a Lime Fizz Dress from Modcloth.
THAT never happened—which is all for the good.
School and by extension - school work - is definitely happening.
It’s not all studying while drinking back-to-back espressos at sunrise.
This week’s assignments due are: a ‘reflective assignment’ on qualitative research methods, a policy memo, a case analysis, and a group presentation. Argh.
So if you don’t hear from me—I haven’t been deported—I’m just oppressed.
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Songs for this:
This is Why by Paramore
Lauren by Men I Trust
Margaret by Pomegranate tea [E]
Her name was Anarkali,
an eloquent carnival of legendary beauty.
a dancer in the court of Emperor Akbar.
Deep russet rouge blushed her red,
a silky smile on her rosy peach cheeks
rich, sensual and seductive...
With the sweet scent of jasmine, and
festal moonlight of crystal starred sky,
the damsel danced her way to Salim's heart.
A charmed Prince reverberated in her dreams
in rhythm of a daisy swaying in his breeze.
Entranced in her emollient ecstasy
Captured in the cage of her beautiful eyes.
Love blossomed like a dazzling wildfire.
But a sinister callous world, was eager to kill.
Passion handcuffed by shackled royal ego,
Anarkali was sentenced to be entombed alive.
Behind a wall of stones and prison bars,
Blood still throbbed her myriad unseen scars.
As vibrant colors of a sunset blurred,
An enslaved moth danced to flames of death.
As chimes of Ghungroo* muffled in mutenes,
An enslaved soul emancipated in darkness.
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Anarkali in Urdu means Pomegranate blossoms
*Ghungroo is an ornament of bells worn as anklets by dancers.
The love story of Prince Salim ( Mughal Emperor Jahangir) and Anarkali is legendary.
Anarkali, also known as Nadira Begum, was a courtesan from Lahore in modern-day Pakistan. According to one of the stories, Anarkali had a relationship with the Crown Prince Jahangir and the Mughal Emperor Akbar had her enclosed in a wall where she died.
4th July 2019
Sponsor John Hamilton
Contest Name : Slave to love
O Quintessence!
That which makes us, shapes us,
Through the dirty day
From dust to dust –
Did they know, when they unleashed you, what they wrought?
Stellar eternity condensed in cataclysmic instant,
Iota wreaking death, and smaller blasphemy –
Brief man stealing star-power against the night.
Did he know, when he died the little death, what he was doing?
Not you, for true, but great symbolic father in the garden;
Death brings death, seed seed, life life – the third will last
Then may we live in harmony with you, O fundament.
May we find a link that harms not you nor us.
The wild fruit we may not see again,
And End awaits he who tastes the tamed –
Somewhere in between, then, and let it, like a pomegranate,
Sweet us, bind us to it, that me dwell our time
No less, no more.
Golden Lungs breathe in the light.
Fumes, and doom singe the open air streams death contagions disintegrate.
Pomegranate embraces the sense that walks in the light along the fences we climbed.
I wish I could keep this feeling pirouetting in the palms of my hands.
Fears cower in hunger of endless biting never able to sever the tissue.
This isn't how we are made up to be.
Vocal ideas ferment in the vat overflown, and laid to rest forgotten as cruel men are raised, and went.
Knees, elbows, and the contours of our frame walk into wilderness.
They could never find me, or let me leave.
From nightmares, to daycare, and extended absence.
Shame has long been perfected and complete.
The circles end, and the linear thoughts get up and start walking into long ranges.
Boundaries are discarded the edge of touchdowned dawn stretched across forgotten faces.
Obscurity, untouchable, included in the absentee ballots of conditions that produced us in lust, smoke, and grief.
Somewhere we were planned for.
The gentle frames painted out like alphabets on morning hung horizons.
Presence longed for in the cloudy afternoons where they recruited the best, and buried the rest in the wake of trash heaps that shower us in garbage.
Repurposed, Reselling us the same plastic we burn every night.
Igniting in our veins.
Pretending we forgot.
Pain always changes.
Standing on the edge of sonar, summer, and widening free.
Searching for the glimmers the son shines through.
A lonely man survives breathing love,
His heart and mind only dream of someone to love,
Chances of meeting a lover may be a fleeting luck,
But she is always on his mind.
Dreams of love while watching nature,
Red rose petals define her beautiful lips,
Fragrant Jasmine feels she is around,
Bird tweets, so sweet, as if she is talking to me.
I breathe in love, I am blind in love,
I only see her goodness and physical attraction,
I am like a pomegranate-bearing plant,
Which only flourishes, when other loving plant is around.
One day I will get out of this daydream,
Reality will set in to find real lovers are your kids and kin,
Still, just breathing love, keeps my hopes alive,
One day I will meet my supreme love when I am dead.
blood red
forest green
China blue sky
pomegranate blooms
cling tight to trees
tussled by the breeze
pretty petals flutter away
budding bumps emerge
summer swells
crimson, fat, juicy, and sweet
sagging branches
bird pecked
dripping down
javelina break
a flimsy fence
to eat the fallen
and I don't know
by then
where I'll be
waiting on you
waiting on me
wanting to stay
wanting to leave
it's usually enough
just to feel the sun
now I need
to feel someone
where does it go
does the summer swell
into red, fat, juicy and sweet
waiting on you waiting on me
clinging to someone
on this rolling sea
like the blossoms
tossed by the breeze
do I tighten my hold
or do I let go
of my juicy and sweet
to flee this prison
alone but free
Contained within the coconut
Is universal truth:
It's hard, but when you open it
It's filled with tasty juice -
Inside the pomegranate
Is truth still more profound:
The branches are extended
And fruit and seeds are round
Which seeds are shared function
Of themselves and the soul
And form, through interaction,
The integrative whole.
Inside a Georgia peanut
A truth still more refined:
The twin seeds are within it
Like, in a brain, two minds,
Each one with its own center
And each having a chance
Inside the ground to enter
Or die forever hence.
The truth within a kiw
iIs truth still more complete:
The prickles are deceiving
-Inside it's nice and sweet
Contained in a banana
More lessons for the mind:
Like woman in bandana
It's lusciousness that hides
And in its fruity essence
The hardy seeds are found
That move through the intestines
To fall into the ground.
In grapes and in the apples
Some lessons can be seen:
The seed-transmission happens
When fruit is red or green,
And which attracts through sweetness
The animal and man
To overlook the seeds as
It spreads them through the land.
Strawberry and raspberry
Have even more to teach:
Inside each one is carried
A multiplicity
And as they work together
And with each other strive
They fight the stormy weather
And make the best survive.
The fruits have much to teach us
About the world and man,
With passion they beseech us
To know and understand,
And lesson is quite simple
And maybe even cute:
I say to all the people -
I'm proud to be a fruit.
A stranger knocked on the door one evening
seeking shelter for the night. She wore
a blue scarf around her neck, looked up
and showed me her home in the sky.
Stars littered its yard and I took it
for the burden of fatigue she wore.
She talked more with the eyes than the lips
conveying a sense of her long trips.
Her chest was pinned with a silver pin
told me is a gift from her kin.
In the morning I asked out of curiosity
if she was a believer in rules of reciprocity?
I wished her to stay longer and she replied
to what reason my question applied?
I was moved by her peace and tranquility
which is always a good sign of humility.
Love's a blip in heart
moving often without a chart.
Besides winter storm was in the wind,
something to bear in mind.
She looked out at the road
and then let her laughter explode.
Keep a lid on your heart's desire
I'm a visitor not a maid for hire.
But I insisted and she finally relented
and my life since then is sweet-scented.
At nights we sit on the porch and
converse under the moonlight's torch.
We're expecting a baby soon,
we haven't decided between Julie and June.
One day we visit her far out planet
taking with us seeds of corn and pomegranate.
In A Place Beyond Time and Space
The 9th Realm, Cradle Of Existence Sacral Untainted Place
A Paradox, An Enigma with no Beginning nor End
Beyond the Ultra Violet Ray Forrest lies the Secret Garden
Where Light Gems Bloom in Harmonic Hues, Star Seeds Transfigured Crystals Transcend
Amidst the Glimmering Glade, Stands The Spectral Tree of Light Exhibition
Corded Branches Adorned with Jeweled Leaves, Light Prism Pomegranate Fruits Ripened with Illumination
Great Tree of Light Luster, Supporting Streams of Light Boughs In Coordinated Sequency
Laden With Rubies, Emeralds, Sapphires, Diamonds, Agates Twinkling Incandescence Frequency
All This Radiance Anchored by the Ancient Tap Root, Sourcing Beams and Rays To Infinite Sinker Fibers
In The Secret Garden, That Exists Universally Ignited by the Root Provider
Although Multitudinous Origins Spurred from the Ancient Tree of Light
Some Somber, Polished Shine, while Others Beam Bright
Macrocosmically Integrated, Beings of Light, Genesis Of Immortality Undiluted Purity
Flourishing Within and Without All Existence, We are Beacons, Contained Jeweled Energy
Traversing the Realms of Shadows, Some Far removed for Mundane Delicacies and Fading Fantasies
Albeit, Regardless of Doctrines, Cultural Beliefs, Man Made Ethnicities and Dull Egotistical Heresies
In A Place Within Where We Connect to the Great Light Tree, Jeweled Lamps We are Ignited By Cabled Roots of Light Inextinguishably.
GentleMan
I remain blind to the world but you.
The Lily among Thorns
and the perfect work of a craftsman's hand.
Giving usefulness to my Banquet Hall
and injecting Life into my green Vineyard.
Lady
Oh dear! My darling Gentle Lion.
Radiant and ruddy, unique as a Gazelle.
A mound of Wheat encircled by Lilies.
More attracting than Rods of Gold set with Chrysolite.
Yet, proven to be the Noblest of all Men
and still glued to me like two halves of a Pomegranate.
GentleMan
My Precious among Maidens,
your royal tapesty, which its tresses,
hold Kings in captivity.
Even the Towers of Damascus filled with Pillars of Marble
are not as prestigious as the comfort of our bed
which pours out the freshness and purity of the countryside
and always placing the Banner of Love over me.
Lady
You are my much needed raisin when I am weak,
My satisfaction and my Pride, like the house of cedars
and like Polished Ivory decorated with Sapphires.
More glorified than the woods of Lebanon,
perfumed with myrrh and incense.
Where more would my Heart go?
When it is locked in the Cage of Your Love.
GentleMan
My Angel!
Please don't speak of the fragrance of a perfume
because not even the Saffron nor the Calamus,
nor the Cinnamon or other incense Trees,
together can match the Lattice nature of your breath.
Lady
My Heart beat!
Is it the Aloes and mandrakes?
Or the finest spices from Asia?
Is it sweet Herbs from the Merchant of the East?
Together when combined to the sparkles of your Robe
are like little foxes standing near a Tiger.
Gentleman
Your beauty adds quality to earrings of Diamond.
It is washed in Milk and Mounted like Jewels,
spreads like columns of Smoke
and like a rounded Goblet that never lacks blended wine.
What more am I searching for?
When your Lips have the taste of every delicacy
renewing our bond like cool-chilling Soda
keeping us steadfast in an unshakable Anchor
because My Love for you will never Wax cold.