Yellow bottle caps
The pills to challenge my fear
May need pills to help me sleep
Don't like medicine
Its toxins with side effects
Thats why I take supplements
An island sunset, when mango moon is calling,
Lush palm fronds sway, when the day is stalling.
Ivory tailed comet, comes but once in a lifetime,
Sitting in tropical sunset, at just the right time.
Gemmed hummingbird sparkle. Destiny dreams.
Pink sun is roving. Glossy crows' feathers gleam.
What was left behind, is often recalled to mind;
Yet, plum fate isn't unkind, as love again you find.
The time of vibracy has dissolved
and the crust on my skin, tells me I'm old
days of plodding feet and passive motion
are upon me
my candlelight grows shorter as each day passes
and I become a fungus covered stump
slowly disintegrating
attentive to memories that I still hold
that have been naturally fermented
and cured over time
waiting for my vein raised withering days
to find me
where I'll seek these images of my life's dreams
lost or found
buried in the barrel of my mind
where I'll pluck the most textured ones
to savor, before time devours me
There is matter everywhere around us,
From tea to cups.
It is something which has volume and mass,
Present in three naturally occurring states of solid, liquid and gas.
Solids have a definite shape and volume,
With maximum density that is mass per unit volume.
They resist the flow,
From toe to hoe.
They do not get compressed,
thereby, there melting and boiling point are at the crest.
Liquids have fixed volumes but indefinite shape,
Whenever kept in any container acquire its shape.
They flow but do not get compressed,
With intermediate forces of attraction, density and kinetic energy, they are blessed.
Gases have neither fixed volume nor shape,
from anywhere they can escape.
They have minimum forces of attraction and density,
But they have maximum rate of fluidity and compressibility.
These are the state of matter,
Invented by our Mother Nature.
~Deveshi Hans
Never thought this would be so hard
To realize I still love you only to know u may never be mine
Years have passed but the feelings are still the same
Misunderstandings and miscommunication are to blame
I wait for things to unfold unnaturally
I wish to open the door and cry in your arms faithfully
Longing to kiss you so beautifully
I never knew how much I missed you until I heard your voice
I wish now I was your choice
I wait for things to unfold unnaturally
The times we spent together
I will treasure for a lifetime
No one compares to you in my life
I wish we have forever
Sometimes I feel it's now or never
I wait for things to unfold naturally
I cry at night hoping you would hear me
I wonder despite everything if you feel the same way to
I want to walk hand in hand with you
I want to dance with you
I want to wake up next to you
I want you to have all of me
I want to have all of you
This time I have to wait for things unfold naturally
If we are truly meant to be, I know in my heart you will come back to me.
Drawing a face
It is like assigning the pieces
Into one
Modifying a drawing
It is like uttering the sequence
Into words
A mystery,
Birds always make a sound
But what sound are they making?
Interesting as it I'd
Waves always move back and fourth
But what movement are they showing?
Amazing as it is
A landing,
Writing on a paper
It is like putting an ink between the lines
To make sense
Singing a song
It is like swallowing the words
To make vocals
A mystery
Subtly significant for the cause,
Ripped apart by men,
Revering the reign of the lord,
Fools caught up in the act,
Making change prosper,
Or an effort toward it the least.
What failed was agony,
Disbelief of fauna and flora,
Once brimmed with confidence,
Flooding of the bloodsucking leech,
Man yelled at the being.
Tree hanging by the ridge,
Suffocated by newly fought freedom,
Of façade of expression and growth,
Ambition not mindful of the process,
Species that curated the being,
Progressed sipping some tea.
Fight in the open on land,
Now had turned it barren and sore,
Existence had to be revered,
It was in the past,
Not now with opening of new doors.
For salvation we may pray to him,
Or maybe give life to new,
Where little is done for being,
Even human won’t survive calamity,
Surrender to seizure of nature,
Living with a lie,
Brain put to a good use,
Man claimed!
Constant pounding of the Bullmastiff's tail.
I know you are approaching.
You wont speak, I don't expect it. You bring the mail.
The summer's heat is encroaching.
You being here is a comforting thought.
I've been restless waiting for you to appear.
You don't come as often as I feel you ought.
The days are longer now, more to fear.
Oppressive temperatures, I sit near a fan.
Just hoping someone will come.
Scribing out poems as best I can.
Closing the blind from the blistering sun.
I hear you in the kitchen, perhaps making tea.
The dog nudges my door to let itself in. Sits beside my chair.
You haven’t yet said hello to me.
I know you are bringing food that the dog expects me to share.
You will bring the food in soon and tell the news of the day.
You will feed the dog with scraps and maybe a bone.
Then you will say goodbye and be on your way.
And again my son you will leave the dog and I to be on our own.
I appreciate my locus, naturally...
there in the vineyard only sprouts grapes,
in the rose garden only roses are born...!
I'm potiguara
I come from hollow and rare backgrounds
plowing in the feverish forest of the heart
I come against history
of this unequal and cruel nation
living in the gall pasture
without honeycomb
my blood distills twine
life of dust, life of poem
I'm still like that whether I want to or not
in tacit mutation...
I'm an Indian, I'm your brother...!
pS.POTIGUARA, name OF Primitive indigenous tribe living in the State of Paraiba, Northeastern Brazil
origin of the people of Paraiba.
When and if the time should ever
come when all is said and that can
be has been done
And the only signs or form of life
that remains is being kept alive
via electronic machines
Believing he could no longer or would
wish to fight on otherwise he surely
would have
Then gather round all that loved this
poor soul whilst still alive for 1 last
final remaining time
Unplug the tubes that aid them breathe
switch off the whaling pinging machines
signaling heartbeat arithmetics
Disconnect the saline solution glucose
drip colostomy bag and statistics patches
covering them from head to toe
Release them from their comatose state
and living nightmare
For this is life in name only alive but
not alive to the world
And rather let all their dreams come true
forevermore and after that day too as
well
And in so doing so let also the living move
on to not join them in their daily grief and
pain as well
To celebrate life not just only death
Let affinities naturally be, ?
For loving others as they are, is the key.
Let romances fatefully occur,
For with meaning, fondness is sure.
The day
feels immense pleasure
when brilliant
dawns ...
In the afternoon,
is fulfilled
of life when
beautifully
evening ...
In the evening,
totally uninhibited
is content and sees herself,
when for so many
stars are celebrated
in her magnificent and
illustrated party
soirée ...
fiesta !
I wanted it to be an egret.
It most probably was not an egret,
but the word and the bird
seemed one and the same
as I stood alone by the willow
and watched it do a 200 foot kamikaze dive
into the water and disappear.
Suicide always baffled and eluded me.
We’re all kamikazes.
In our finite time we rush headlong into life
until we crash and burn. Then a whisper in my ear,
“not with a bang, but a whimper.”
Egret sounds so much like regret.
Was this the feeling
that was coursing through me now?
I stared blankly at the water, feeling hollow.
The bird surfaced and flew away with a fish.
He had merely been dining out.
He was another beautiful predator.
An oxymoron like us all.
I left my thoughts of suicide
and returned to acting naturally.
Like the seagulls in the sky
Give me wings to fly
Over the deep blue seas
Smelling the unpolluted salty air
And emit shrill loud jubilant cries.
Like the seas frenzied dancing
Back and forth as it were doing the cha-cha-cha
Let me move my feet to the rhythm of the waves
Lashing onto the shore once more.
Get lost in a dense forest dressed in green
With streaks of gold highlights peeping through
the trees.
Discovering a graceful waterfall sparkling with a rippling flow.
A stream burbles travelling over rocks and branches, cascading to the floor.
Or climb the highest mountains that wear hoodies
made of white crinkled crepe.
Tall and unmoving like one’s faith
Lifting my mind to greater heights
Unfathomable, and reach the summit of
all that I can perceive.
26.11.2020
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