One calm evening,
on a leisure drive with my wife
along the Inphal-Dimapur
National Highway,
I remembered
my overnight road journeys
to Guwahati for office work,
sometimes together with her,
before my retirement a decade ago.
Tedious journeys,
winding through the hilly roads
of Manipur and Nagaland ,
yet enjoying the beautiful scenary.,
Intermittent short stops,
taking tea and snack at roadside stalls,
passing through the busy marketplaces
in Dimapur and Assam.
Songs from Hindi films,
heard inside the bus
and at the marketplaces .
A longer halt at Jakhalaabandha,
where all took rest and food,
then arrival at Paltan Bazaar
in the morning,
searching for a hotel.
We decided once again
to go to Guwahati
when the covid pandemic was over
boarding a night super
to recreate once our past journeys.
Back home, our little grandson waiting
for me to play with him.
I remembered then,
as the days,months,and years pass,
there will be no true repeats in life.
where the actor failed
expertise thief certainly
stole whole scenary
NO GREATER PLACE TO BE THEN INSIDE THE SOUL LISTENING FOR SIGNS THAT ALL IS WELL WITHIN OURSELVES AND NEXT OF KIN. A LITTLE
PLACE INSIDE OUR HEART WHERE SOUL REPOSES LIKE THE TENDER PETAL OF A BLOOMING ROSE. IT IS A SANCTUARY BUILT BY GODS OWN HAND. A NESTING PLACE WHERE WE CAN HEAL. (B)
RELEASE THE VOICES OF THE EARTH AND SOAK IN THE SILENCE OF A BEAUTIFUL MOMENT, QUIET * SERENITY. CLOSE THE LASHES OF
YOUR EYES, BEGIN TO SEE THE BEAUTY OF GODS FRAMEWORK. THE STARS, THE MOON, THE SUN , SHAPED BY TWO LOVING HANDS. THE CLOUD FORMATIONS HUNG FOR YOU ALONE.
WHAT DO YOU SEE WHEN YOU LOOK AT THE SKY?(B)
THERE IS A LADDER BUILT OF STRONG CHORD AND VINES . USE YOUR HANDS AND FEET TO CLIMB UP . WITH EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE THE AIR GETS FINER AND THE SCENARY GETS SHINER . PLACE
YOUR BLOOMING FLOWERS AT THE TOP OF HIS ALTER AND OFFER UP A PRAYER OF THANKSGIVING FOR YOUR SELF AND ALL THOSE YOU LOVE.
SINCE WE ARE ALL FAMILY HERE, WE ARE ALL COVERED BY THE SAME
BLANKET OF WARMLY PEACE. (B)
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Are we not the mercy killers ourselves
To have deprived brother a soul in the
Rampage... To have deprived families
And devoid too only left a tatty memo
Are we not the mercy killers ourselves
To have claim immunity after the deed
Beast upon beast, ramp upon ramp to
Manifest in the so called harmony city
Harare bred the playgrounds of abrupt
Peverse behavior of the brother in blue
And his grey top revealing the untold
Suffering, born victim of circumstances
Harare where brothers in blues and grey
Open fire to citizens and the press turns
Be inarticulate and off relevance...Damn
We are muted yet we long to burst cries
Arent we mercy killers? If we screen the
Scenary of the drawned brother in Seke
Nyatsime river caused terror, Flooded ?
Ironic is not it ? Mercy killers, mongers
Arent we mercy killers? If we screen the
Scenary of the fatal accident along Seke
And fail to pay grief to the fallen brother
In the same Seke road our cameras rom.
A million miles away is the path Balance treads
in an exchange program with Chaos and his apprentice Inquiry
Everything's wrong, something's off
a week of bittersweet trials give way to a week of deathly fatalities
and tear-jerking funerals
How did the equillibrium fall out of sync
Where did the angels fly off to
to leave their people unprotected
Dark new day, those are dark new days
though the scenary is evergreen
It appears the circle of life is present
along with the rain falling from eyes causing the very plants to grow
Growing up, growing up
we complain about the very lives and times we waste
in wake of bodies piling up day after day
Is this a plague
a new wave of sadistic forces
or just another part of life we have yet to grip
Maybe the news will give voice to answers
or persist to shroud us in ignorant darkness
as we still scramble for the possible answer impossible to find
Birds singing
early in the morning
The wind slightly flowing
the world turning joyfully spinning
adding on the change
of a new day
The sun is shining
bringing a cloak of happiness in multiple hearts
All ears are listening
all lips are moving
in rejoice to the works of
God, the king of kings
Every tear in every eye
seem to blow away
Glow from the light
show up in their eyes
The beat of every heart
inside the sanctuary
calls out the name of
the Lord
expressing how much love
we share for him
The wonderful tune of the birds
butterflies, early summer
this is all beautiful scenary
cause it's God's gift
for he's willing to share it all with us
Sixteen she became more of a sexist.
With her skin smooth to reek the care
of her mothers touch.
Sixteen in a black backless dress,
a mistress look,yet a woman to every
men passing on the street corners.
Men with no back bone, i call then spineless.
Those that made her every breath heavy,
when life was at ease.
Breath under nudity the scenary behind her.
Sixteen missing periods and window period.
Cometh was a life of prescribtions and mother hood.
A used up beauty at sixteen, nolonger useful to them.
They saw only a usedfool with beauty nolonger in use.
Beautiful to bloodyfool with a child to call every man on the street corner father.
Sixteen on the street corners
It became bigger than it should be
As i realised it was impregnable
Pregnancy over ninemonths to be real
As i heard all it's walls kicking
To the pain i am to feel
when the water is to break
Then fear struck, the thoughts of me
elude
As i almost came to compel to do the
exclude
For i had the thinking of fear and
defeat thoughts
Ineffective became the dream i had
inside as i gave it thoughts of fear
And made it's death out of fear
certain
Making the bearing of my fruits to be
of misfortune
Untill i one day profoundly seen the
need of thoughts of faith and courage
As i became the magnetism towards
my dream
For the scenary behind the picture
was of success nomatter how badly
things would seem
Facing the origin of my inferiority
I started making being a candidature
a priority
I became a candidate for any
examination in life to restore my
immortal baby
Found myself to be the antidote in
modification in confidence as i
overcame the insecurities i had
For i allowed faith to sweep all my
doubts and made the baby to be
manifest
Am i one of them? Evolving body Parts To Pistols
using emotions as ammo turning there Hearts To Missles
It feels like an artificial path that i Took To Train
everyone resembles eachother we all Look The Same
Digging Holes deeper to Earn The Debt
Finding myself Non-purposed to Burn The Rest
Words print out my lost breaths bringing fourth Cold Notation
I am still a dedicated human searching for my Soul's Location
Pondering about the image that Eats At The Scenary
For its the reason im placed as a Piece Of Machinery