Mindlessly I will follow every trend.
Controlled in all I do by appetite.
Pursue it single-minded to the end.
But new things mean I cannot rest at night.
We both know there are many just like me
Who, if you don’t look close might seem alive.
Who hunger to possess all that we see.
Who think we need all things just to survive.
I search for what I want, not what I need.
And what I grasp will never be released.
There’s always more on which I long to feed.
My hunger’s such that it will never cease.
Consuming like a zombie to the core,
No matter what I have, I still want more.
“Day dreams lay dead in dreams, but when life is breathed into them, they soar beyond the boundaries of success.”
— Poet
My dream is to be great in life,
That all I touch shall turn to gold,
And melt like butter on hot knife.
Thus my reward shall be tenfold,
Full of thriving, less of strife,
Grow finer, like a wine brewed old~
That buds find its rhythm in fife,
A belief I hold in heart bold.
So surprising it becomes,
When I dreamt this dream in dreams,
And dance to its beats on drums,
Then its true essence truly gleams,
And its true purpose it sums.
Its starkness guided by beams,
As if life's dreams are like ripe plums,
That come as easy as they seem,
Such that to no loss it succumbs.
True dreams are fulfilled in sleeps,
And not drowned in dwams' dams,
Where doubt constantly creeps,
To make dreams appear as shams,
Yet my life-dream still peeps
Through this life's tangled jams,
To a place no one weeps,
And free from dreams' logjams.
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## Pride (Abhiman)
The fire of your memories that ignited,
Our first meeting was grand, the conversation colorful, the mood delightful.
Slowly, time took a turn,
Asking if struggle gives voice to the river, the ocean's wave?
What will your voice be if you're insignificant, whom will you call out to?
The fault of ages, this ongoing drama,
Neither of us is conscious. You'd sob at the thought of losing me, losing your senses.
With you in my arms, I do some counting.
Today, the situation is such that during the day I'm writing the account of our moments by the clock's chime.
At night, I wander, counting money, counting stars – day or night, both are precious.
I just keep my heart in this body's shell, I pray for the one who brought us together.
Whether you talk or not, you have one thing, and I have one too.
Death is inevitable, my death will come with the recognition of my name. Don't you worry,
Just live with my pride.
With love to all,
Om Jagdish Bajantri (Mahabharamnad)
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My
dear wife,
heart of hearts,
there, your love lives.
In peace and with grace.
Come rainfall, come sunshine,
like moon and stars in the clouds.
Nothing else can replace your love.
For heavens, for earth, I'll still love you.
I pray that God will guide, guard, and keep us.
Let's flee from things that can keep us apart.
With God on our sides, we'll overcome.
Let's get involved with our full minds,
such that our hearts can love more.
Since hearts are meant for love,
we won't stop our love.
God on our side.
Till the end,
with love,
dear.
NATIONAL POETRY MONTH
Staring at me from within my mind
The memory that one cannot erase
And no-one else to share my yoke
Like a ghost that forever will haunt
A heart so cold, it makes one shiver
And blood rushing like an icy river
A sense of foreboding it will deliver
Tender smiles gone as I look gaunt
See what a viscous liquid can evoke
Wicked thoughts that can only gaze
Such that in my state I am resigned
IN THE GARDEN OF LOVE
Here, where roses grow, both tended and wild
This secret garden that so few people do know
Each flower is a stem intertwined with another
Such that they both rise, perhaps fall, together
Yet even though towards the sunlight they go
They can also relish darkness and be reconciled
Their petals may be different hues and shades
Yet to them, that is of such little consequence
A symbol of love, a marriage of white and red
Despite what a casual gardener may have said
They’ll share everything, including their scents
For long after the Spring’s green growth fades
THE CAULDRON
As I slipped into the tub to bathe
I then realised that it was a cauldron
Fire making the water swirl around
But not as it had first appeared to me
As it seeped into my skin and tingled
I knew that I was in a magical liquid
A rising mist infusing me with images
That began to take over my thoughts
I was no longer who I had been before
Someone, or something, not belonging
Yet here in my nakedness I was extant
Imbued with a different focus on life
Maybe never return to my former self
Nor think in that single plane again
But across all dimensions, now aware
Such that stepping from this cauldron
I would see everything in a new light
The impact of magic felt and was, real
So all look upon me now and despair
I belong in all the various worlds I see
With no further need of physical form
I am who I am, and who I need to be
Day One... Chapter Two... of
Political turmoil throughout the land.
Where Felonious Trump takes to his throne,
Right along with the rest of his MAGA band.
It's still hard to believe for some,
That millions of Americans voted him in.
As if the first time wasn't enough,
So his convictions can start again.
Yet for millions of others there's
Only fear, that guides the countries way.
Since the art of his deals knows few brush-
Strokes, just finger-painting to play.
With bullying and intimidation as the favorite
Colors, the divide will surely only grow.
Such that the wealthy will prosper and
Concentrate, while the poor can only slow.
The next four years, for some will be dramatic,
While many others will feel only despair.
Because the scales of righteousness are unbalanced,
And the moral compass spins wildly in the air.
My greatest wish is that I am wrong in this preview,
And I can continue to easily laugh and sing.
But this history has taught a lesson to be skeptical,
From a man who sees himself ... as a King.
To Melt a Woman's Heart
A magical incantation to melt a woman's heart.
Sending electric tingles racing through her every part.
A sweet succulent enveloping delirium she will find.
As thoughts of the purest desire swirl through her mind.
A magic spell where each word is crafted with the utmost care.
To bring her such a raging passion that's far beyond compare.
She becomes a blazing Phoenix rising with her fiery might.
For love's sake, she's remade to burn our bed throughout the night.
Charged with the almighty power of love are her arms.
Such that no man may ever resist her womanly charms.
Her exhale is sweet as honey and her moist lips are the most divine.
A magnificent breath stealing shape and silhouette in every curve and line.
The spell is cast and carried word for word in this magic rhyme.
So that we two may be lovers until the end of time.
You see tis not problem let say for instance
a family to have two noble family houses
even though age, even though power, wealth and influence
what is there for people to share the schools, stations
and for example market places?.
Can they change even the nature of news through
democracy? or fast the glass?.
Let assume that the school is the country is the world,...
To be frank what have they done in the school other than
integration and brotherhood and humanity at large.
So much such that no department or methodology for
instance will expire.
I feel that this is a yonder development of the older
machinery, enshrining the status quo- though somehow
dirty today- is not as it is seen- the mission like a child
growing will deny the childhoodness if not a sometimes
mologue whims?.
Can we not fear that nowadays the world is somehow
too an Internet room for us to search and find news and to
interconnect with one another so much such that
anything stir especially slur or slack?.
More to that the narrow or morrow or swift nature of the
roads and some of the ways for instance?, shape like
mirror like petroleum jelly like picture like stone or like a
sort of jewel.
We know that war has made history but is it not
something that is testing human's ability to control and
solve?.
Yes, what is the damning sense of the mundane now
, silence or pretence?.
Some may see it as simple fancy,
Yet my view is more complex.
Where its force is multi-dimensional,
Reaching well beyond basic sex.
It's very nature is purely elemental,
Just like electro-magnetic and nuclear as well.
Such that gravity follows along with purpose,
Giving weight to power every cell.
While a few may cling to its chemistry,
Thinking that's all it takes to combine.
Others will dwell on its electricity
Believing a spark is all that's needed,
or some wine.
As much as we try to define the character,
When looking at spatial locations that exist.
We might see length, width, and height involved,
With intensity, duration, & elevation to insist.
Whether eternal or infinite in its ultimate pursuit,
It matters to all that contain a beating heart.
Because without it resides a lonely, dark space,
Where nobody wants to be to depart.
US SCHOOLS, US RULES
Yes, in the USA and probably some other places too
Distances are such that they still do bus kids to school
A good local service, as many would agree that’s true
But car drivers in a hurry should never act like a fool
If held up whenever a yellow school bus might stop
The law enforceable rear sign means stop, it is a rule
One never can be sure that there isn’t a nearby cop
Overtaking a parked school bus always risks shunts
Accept the fine, it’s never worth taking it to the top
The driver or monitor can’t be everywhere at once
There will be a kid, who may just suddenly appear
But if they are hit, it’s the driver who is the dunce
They say, don’t ignore the stop sign, but never fear
‘Cos we don’t do big yellow school busses over here
In the gardens, where flowers bloom,
The land scape is a loom.
The morning sunlight is so pure,
The sight it gives is obscure.
The trees in forests are discreet,
It is with beauty replete.
Sunlight bouncing off the streams,
Such that can only be seen in dreams.
In the darkness of the night,
The stars provide the light.
They shine like diamonds in the sky,
Guide the way from up high.
Mountains rise in to the clouds,
Their peaks are in a shroud.
Oceans filled with waves that gleam,
Wildlife lives in every stream.
All the beauties that you see,
Show how nature is serene.
It is a wonder, with all secrets,
And all the things it begets.
Ah we know that life is balanced so much such that
capitalism is a brother or sister economy-
Yes, let me not assume that success is an opposite of
something and that wealth is a twain?,
and how wealthy is otherwise how private or em?,
is there any qualms or quacks or pros and cons
or tragedo-commedy for the better?.
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