Life is a very long movie
Life is a brief biography
Life is not an encyclopedia
But a book of several chapters
Life is a garden of flowers
Do not blame Wikipedia
For the bad, fake or false stories
People love tragic or faulty memories
Please forgive the darn Media
The writers, the reporters, the journalists
Who have failed to expose the racists
The rapists, the killers, and the liars
Life is full of surprises and nightmares
Life is made of many sporadic dreams
Bring the lanterns, bring the beams
Our world is sinking in a dark hole
It's obvious that every day is not Super bowl
Life behaves like a roller-coaster
Wear the belt, danger is around the corner
Life is made of ups and downs
Horrors, chaos, innuendoes, stories
Souvenirs, fun and bad memories
Do your job, and ignore the clowns
Life is awesome, awkward and unpredictable
Life is strange, weird, different and delectable
Life is indeed a malayalam movie
Life is a short biography.
Copyright© March,2018, Hébert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Which is the easiest way to make two
Indian states to fight?
One is to throw power, language, water-
Issues on their face.
So you’ll have got two Dravid states
Fighting eternally,
O’er slight and petite things for decades
Meaningless, mundane,
So that your Aryan Empire in the
North will have its way
Of flourishing and bringing in caste and
Sect-bred troops set free.
Not one but multiple such issues
Let loose on the south
On the twin sister-states of Tamil Nadu
And Kerala have worn
Out sistership, brotherhood and good-
Will among these two
Peoples, and eroded their history
Of a common past.
Mullapperiyar Dam Water Issue,
Imposing Hindi,
And Koodankülam Atomic Power
Plants are but a few,
Devised by central government to
Keep them warring on
And smoth’ring each other instead of
Pooling their resources.
We will examine each and weigh how
Hampered they progress,
Before we’re onto the treachery of the
Telengana State.
(Written and first published on: 08 December 2020)
Can also be read in full here: https://sahyadribooks-remesh.blogspot.com/2020/12/224-hindu-anarchy-coming-to-india.html
Baglol Bajirao Mastani,
Dewani Mein Dewani...
Love is a dream that begins
Love is a chimera that begins
It’s a ballerina who dances
It’s a poet who thinks
It's a bird that sings
It's the freshness of mints
It's the lie of the ancestors
It's the gossip thing
That's all we see
That's all we hear
It's the old man who lies bitterly
It's the shadow we stumble upon
It's the pretty or the ugly woman
It’s the existence of the soul
It's our sad imagination
It's our painful inspiration
It's the farewell of lovers
It’s the escape of a charming being
It's the death of emotions
It's the end of the passions
Love is a dream that never ends
Love is a nightmare that never ends
We don't know what else to say
While crossing or crisscrossing the ages
And by stepping or jumping over the clouds.
P.S. Translation of ‘Les Multiples Facettes De L’Amour’
by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Point To Be Noted
Q.If some women say we want to go to Mosque or Golden temple in bikini would that be OK?
Ans.No,because that place is not their property.Sure women can wear anything in public place but not those places which requires dress code.
the raindrops commit suicide on the window
as if they wanted to wash the goodbye signs
with the blood of the water,
- the rain today carries swords like a samurai,
kills the morning
the horizon is a simple bandana tied up on the eyes,
don't worry, in case if you don”t come
i will understand, - we will be others,
with their words,
their lips, their smell
their mornings, - sometimes
dressed up in discreet clothes sometimes naked
on the knees,
or dragging our elbows (as in a war)
elbows gnawed by others like us,
their rain
will bring back the good splashes
for the lonely one like us,
not the single one
in a blister of days,
finally
it's raining
You stand in front of me.
I look at you and wonder how.
I saw you as I wanted you to be
Although I see the difference now.
What happened, that I turned away?
Not wanting to face what I knew.
Was I making believe that all was okay?
No illusions, I knew what I had to do.
I notice that you won't look me in the eye,
But I know deceit is reflected there.
I know of all the times you chose to lie,
no decency lies within you, anywhere.
I know about you, each and every little thing.
The price was high, the cost was a piece of me.
The darkness in you, was so encompassing
But what is left, I celebrate, I am free!
I stare across this lonely room
at your picture on the shelf!
All your lovely memories
have me feeling sorry for myself!
It's been awhile since you've been gone,
but doesn't seem that way.
I feel you're with me all the time,
each and every day!
I try so hard to carry on
and do the best I can.
I find it near impossible
to accept it like a man!
My friends and family give support
to help me through these times.
I know it's up to me to straighten out,
and that's the bottom line!
So I'll have a talk with the Man upstairs
and pray He'll help me face the fact,
that you're up there with him now,
and you're not coming back!
So, Honey, there you have it.
You'll always be my wife,
but, you're not with me anymore,
I have to get on with my life!
That is my intention,
that's what I plan to do.
My fondest wish when I expire,
is to be, up there again, with you!
Ralph Taylor
12/15/18
Five summers past, Varkala was to be a geopark
Three of us today are walking its streets in the dark.
Between buildings and trees are hidden birth rocks
Of a vulnerable cliff,
We are hunting for the cinnamon bush lark
Who have found a new habitat on these soft sedimentary rocks.
To save Varkala, we drew out a chart
With dots to show where to place garbage and dumps
With pointers to not dig the cliff,
On the slopes we drew lines to demark
From where water should drain down
Leave the cliff as before, dry and stark.
We hope to find out land's birthmark
After we give Varkala a bright new start.
have gone through
Many murders
Throughout my life
Cold-blooded,
Savage and heart-wrenching.
Heart lost it's zeal
But the one that
Made me to
Live in a mausoleum
Without getting died
Is thy love
Dagger of ur
Love pierced my flesh
Ate my ligaments
And spitted the remnants
Like a devouring wolf
Don't murder me with
Thy love...
Coz,i have already lost
The chime of my voice
When u losed the key
To open my heart
Happy; as MALALA back to School,
Toweling our Tuesday Tears.
* * * * * *
In the name GULMAKAYI.......
The valley of Maize flowers
Activism she got fromfather
Who namedher after MALAYI
Banning music, movies & schooling;
Filled her pen in blood for blog.
Giving “BLOWS TO CANNONS” she blogged
Gone was the sleepof BLACK-THALIBAN.
* * * * * *
On a Tuesday back from school;
Dreaming peace in Swath Valley,
Giggling with friends in bus
Heard theshout “Who is MALALA?”
Rushing, screaming, the bus was blocked;
Shot the little princess and friends,
Fading flowers from dreams they fell;
Turning ‘Swath’ in mourning red.
* * * * * *
Tubes and wires as necklaces.....
She lay in bed ofWORLD’S LOVE
Doctors, surgeries, medicines and prayers;
Blessed us to hear her again
* * * * * *
Oh God! give the courage of MALALA;
To every ‘blossom bud’ of world,
To fight and win against the GUNS
Turning our world a HEAVEN.
When we travel first time
All alone to a new country
Many worries will land
Along with you at the airport.
Somebody at the immigration
Will be scanning our eyes
Using the camera lenses
To take an image of our worries,
The colors of our dreams
From our thumb impressions.
The dates of our solitude
Will be stamped on our passport.
San Francisco, when did I land
Into your colorful dreams
Like a silent computer robot
By loaning my village memories.
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Jul 24,2016
Something Seemingly Insignificant and Unexpected Changed My Life
Halloween Moon Crabs
A tide rises to leave behind hundreds of tossed colourful halloween moon crabs to stroll
Craving social connections like homeless souls furtively hunting their unsown roots
Celtic calendar hides matronly lunar freeing guised children and bodiless souls
Five more years for the halloween moon, till then crabby purple claws in orange suits
October10, 2015
Contest: Halloween Moon
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Form: Quatrain
(Wined Floor)
The wine brewed without
Drip drop drip drop
Visual temptations lured me
My bronze tresses wet
Down the nape to my soul
Red painted toes
Danced on the wined floor
Decked for love.
Balveen Cheema
Contest: Visual Of A Verso
August 20, 2015
LOST IN LOVE
Winter is over
The rains have stopped
Flowers now in bloom
His voice calls out my name
His tender lips touch mine
His caresses soft and warm
Delightfully sublime
Smothered with his kisses
Sweet as the taste of wine
Love is wild flower
Untouched by tests of time
He brought me to his banquet
Filled with sweetness from above
“Drink deep, oh my darling
Let us lose ourselves in love.”
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