Love is a blessing,
Love is a miracle,
Love heals,
Love resurrects,
Oh, what a grace!
To humans,
Love is magic.
Yeah!
Love drives
Love invigorates
Love sustains
Oh, love protects
Love guides
Love, love, love
A magic current,
A palpable feeling,
Almost tangible,
An invisible glory,
Conspicuously hidden
An inaudible melody
Sweet to the soul,
Nearly testable,
The lingua can attest
Love
It fills the air
We know its odourless scent
It warms the mind
And gladden the heart
Calms the nerves
Even the skin knows about it.
A universal language,
For the unborn, young and dotard
An unlimited force,
Knowing no boundaries
Across human races,
Brown, black, white or yellow,
All perceive this precious grace
The beasts and fowls comprehend it
The birds of the air can reciprocate
What an unfathomable currency
For the fauna and flora of the world
That each can transact with!
Love!
Glorified and honoured,
Sung and spoken,
What an invention
What a design and creation
In the likeness of the Creator,
To be created,
Only Love could create love.
Love, love, love.
MELIORISM
This world stings like the scorpion,
And I will not filter in her tears,
This I said because I’m a champion,
Only throwing jabs, it really wears!
Like the faeces of a chameleon,
She stinks in her odourless sheers,
Truly this world bites in oblivion.
And never to be seen in klaipeda _
The elysian sky has deceived me,
Leaving behind their propaganda;
This dark ominous mangles me...
The tenet of retronym in obscurity,
Why we can walk without security.
The quell for fairness may wither,
As we skulk in together!
The gargoyle mole of pains...
Hardship is loose and unfettered;
As we wallow in this sane oneiric,
That never sought for the kindred,
Of conflate moth of harangue...
The axiomatic mild of the youths,
The automatic bunkum in heroism,
The cosplay to this hilarious pains,
The syringe to my bitter whinge.
To saudade for the shadows of life,
A vain wait for meliorism!
When will it get back bitterly better?
1.Thalium is tasteless and odourless and
has been used by supari killers as it is
difficult to detect.
2.Ingestion is an important route of exposure.
3.Thalium has gained the nicknames the
poisoner's poison and inheritance powder.
4.It is very difficult to detect thalium in food
and drink.
5.Small doses can cause pain in the legs and
arms and affect the heart and CNS.
6.It is low cost and easy to mix with food.
7.A single gram of thalium can kill an adult.
Note.chemical drink,drugs and injection game.
Happy scents of gingerbread drift
Out from windows covered in snow.
Lights flicker and twinkle
Inside houses filled with
Dancing and stockings,
Amidst the joy of another
Year complete and the warmer
Season promising to come.
Although for some,
Loneliness permeates this festive cheer.
Odourless and invisible, a
Nativity wilted with presents unwrapped.
Every year a reminder.
Need is colourless and odourless,
And needs no formal address.
Need is need,
And greed is greed,
Which has long been decreed.
So why then is this news to so many,
When it comes to spending even one penny.
A news feed,
Born out of greed,
Should never add colour,
Or odour,
To decide the order of who gets a feed,
When need is need,
And greed is greed,
Which has long been decreed.
It just got me thinking
That I can choose to
Just let go
Of the crown that adorns my head
And to shed off the robe of purity
Which envelops my body
Just to sink into the sinful sea
So as to enjoy in the material world
All the comfort that my frail body needs!
The virtue with which I perfume myself
Has turned odourless
The principles that I consume
Have turned tasteless
And the celestial abidance that I pray to
Has chosen to leave my altar!
And it all got me thinking
That I will have to keep on
Toiling and sweating
And doing such, with the spirit
Of a saint
Can get quite tough
As tough as would be
Flying a plane in the midst of
A powerful typhoon!
The idea of presenting myself, all bared
To life, to love, to use and to enjoy
As it would deem it best
Got me thinking of how
Pleasurable it would all be
And of how dull it is
While being all clad up in all sorts
Of virtuous principles!
It just got me thinking
But thoughts, as long as they remain so,
Bring no change and lead nowhere
While actions,
Always open up new doorways,
Leading to new sceneries!
Written on 26th Dec 2020
The sky turned into vast dark emptiness
The smell of nature replaced with odourless aridness
The winds got sucked into the ground
Quiescence was the loudest sound
Rivers so still without ripples
A tide and flow trapped in its own course
Sea waves and sand in a truce
Time stopped, mystery was let loose
Carnivores lost their bloodthirstiness
The birds became flightless
The flyers wondered nervously in the crawlers’ habitats
The food chain missed its end and lost its start
Shadows left the surfaces
And merged with their objects
There was no sound of nature’s forces
As the earth became oblivious of itself
A spell of timelessness was imminent
In the middle of nothingness, we are barely existent
Nature almost extinct
All because God Blinked
Thinking of one who is not under the shade of tree
Thinking of pouring the shade in the unshaded free
Looking the eyes trying to aid other
In the dark putting the light further
In the heap of sand like a sandune
Making every effort not single lune
Water to a barren waterless world
Like a tune of the odourless curled
O trees open up give green and shade light
Make the world again everywhere delight
letters of burning love
on hungry fingers
trembling hands dipping
in the colours of dusk
blood is still wet on
the warm earth odourless
..............
Major elements like the sun and moon are circular
the flowers, the mountains and the skies
have colours symbolic of their identity
be it odours or aromatic matter.
Organic substance or basic scenting beings
register their presence through the sensation of smell.
Here is an existence without shape
to enable the accommodation of other actualities.
It is also without colour
such neutrality shows an appreciation to the births of nature
and not bothered by the luxury of scents
b’cos its long been alive to by-pass such sensation
to get along with all those who are at least physical.
Tasteless, odourless, colourless and shapeless
but it gives out freshness, fullness and soundness.
What else could it be
if not the universal liquid which preserves life.
as the night
falls down dead
in colourless thoughts
polluting inner eye
drifting about lifeless
waters in storm swell
creeping out of shadows
strangling emotions
choking the life
in the host
deep frozen chilled
cutting to the bone
in odourless pain pleas
battle in the clouds
without mercy
gasping crushing blow
the taste of cold steel
sweetly cut deep
in swollen red eyes
i bled on you
drained tired look
tearing emotions
sick to the stomach
knotted up tight
barking mad
the heart in pain cries
silent lips move
quivering ache
on barren land
parched the feeling
walking through the eye
a zombie
in the graveyard of death
heartless soul lost
lifeless the eyes
a mirror light within
deep burning fire
warms the heartbeat
each beat
fractured and broken
in the dark
alone
to die
is love
buried
~ ~ ~
In retrospect, for the US SS
Times when the winds howl
and chase ships home to brood
there are no fish in the water
that did not tremble too.
In the nude of the dawn
and at the trembling of the day
a rapturous melancholic wonder
holds you at bay.
Then the meal that’s stripped in form
is in remote mood sliced
and you did not know
if your hand you cut for cake
nor did you think it could…
In such times too
in the teeming thought of the town
think you :
with all eyes chasing you
down the street
you draw up at red
and stretch out when green
did not do it
did not will it
but you did it all the same
why you couldn’t think of blame
yet all the company followed you
way from vacant luminous glares
of gathering traffic throbbing by
but then even in red wheels roll
and what head of hero did not roll…
You have talked to her out of sight
in the placid coolness of the night
you had never thought this could bite
and despite old odourless days
winds will rush in spite
for even in red wheels roll…
and what head of hero will not roll
© T. Wignesan, 1955 - London (from the collection: tell them i'm gone, 1983)
Like odourless transparency of things
our totally blind ordeal of heavenly
composes much, the purity it brings
and mystifies perspective, angels wings.
As such, we saw depictions follow sense,
the loveliness allowed to venture thin
upon us so to relish commonsense,
a blind spot so inviting this pretence.
Pale would be to whom the monochrome,
has suffered once as if we'd died before
to colour landscapes hopefully to roam
those beautiful scenarios of home.
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