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A Furious Brain Storm

So easily my brain ceases to be
Lacked in comfort how hectic it could be 
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems

Within the frameworks of the Universe
Brain cells have more mass than stars that compass
So easily my brain ceases to be

Dendrites form the shadows of tree branches
Visually compelling to the eye-minded
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems

Does this brainstorm begin and have an end?
Twirling and swirling can’t we comprehend?
So easily my brain ceases to be

Medicines that we can’t apprehend
Enabling the brainstorm that never ends
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems

Mystery enshrouds our Brain’s functions
Those pills blunt and fill those with apathy
So easily my brain ceases to be
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems

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Ode To Incense

Incense burns fiercely permeating us
With sweet smells calling us closer to it
Stare straight in the flame and be mesmerized
Fascinated and placated 
Meditate and self-medicated, sit 
Enjoy the soothing atmosphere and wait
Light one, two, three, as many as needed
A big room we light four; intoxicated
Like drinking wine in front of the sunshine
We all fill our senses with ambience
Surrounded by multi-colored auras
Uniting us and strengthening all of us
In fundamental bliss and peacefulness
We clasp hands and walk into the abyss

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The Wilting of the Radiant Rose

Asian sun rises from the east
Rose seeds beneath the fence
For these petals are released

The perfumed smell of the rose lingers
The scene is hailed by the divine
Asian sun rises from the east

Although the rose has passed 
Its impression will remain
For these petals are released

Death has come and the rose withers
No other like it will be spotted
Asian sun rises from the east

The rose has moved on to another place
Tunnel of light is iridescent
For these petals are released

The Sun sets in the West
The rose is laid to rest
Asian sun rises from the east
For these petals are released

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Alone

Alone during my childhood years 
Alone I stand as an adult
Fighting off tears and all my fears
Amidst the uncertainty and profound confusion
Of my younger years
I stand alone

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There Is Magic In Poetry

There is magic in poetry
The way a poet’s wrist twists with a flair
There is magic also in the air
Writing tool used like a threaded spool
Amidst the midnight blue
That’s what we do in school
There is magic in poetry
Spinning thoughts like cobweb
Expressed in words of rhyme 
Provocation of rhythm
All on a piece of birch wood paper
Writing while twirling one’s hair
There is magic in poetry

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Grieving

I walk amidst the lonely path and cry
I will never see my dad since he died
Think, how I never said my last goodbye
Gazing up I see birds flying, I stride
In one direction, they swoop towards his grave
Bending down on my knees, I kneel down; pray
Wishing that I could be the one to save
Moving thoughts like clouds, that I can’t convey
There is only one direction we face
Oneness in the Creator the Sublime
Facing our mistakes, we are all disgraced
Now, I fall down to the ground then I climb
Loneliness sharpens my senses clearly
Standing amidst the lonely path, I wept

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Hourglass

                   Time, what is time? Relentless and an unstoppable force  
                           The passage of time, how is it measured?
                          An hourglass, A glass that measures hours
                                      Particles of sand pours down
                                     Adding on and not subtracting
                                       Multiplying and not dividing 
                                      A continuous stream of motion 
                                                 Accumulating
                                                   Counting
                                                   Day by day
                                               Minute by minute
                                                    Time flies 
                                         I caught it, in my hourglass
                                      I grasp the hands of time tightly
		                         All written in a clear record
                                    And held under a death-defying grip
                                  That remains and is never unleashed
                                      Hearing the sand slither down 
                                        Second come; second goes 
                                      Where does it go? I do not know
                                   Maybe, time travelers know, ask them
                                   Look for them at the portal’s entrance
                                     Traveling through the sands of time 
                                    The same time which is encapsulated 
                       Alas, within my hourglass undoubtedly preserved within

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A Brown Stone's Perspective

Rough edges and grainy
While sitting in this creature’s hands
Analyzed and stared at
I see his brown colored eyes twinkle
As he stares at me through curiosity
Wondering my origins
Where did I come from?
How did it I wind up here?
Oh, the stories I could tell 
If only I could speak
My revelations would be historic
Telling all of you true stories since the dawn of mankind
Even from the time of dinosaurs that walked the earth
Magnify and mystify
Unearthed by this human 
Some say the hearts of humans can turn into objects as hard as stone
Like me, a hard-cold stone
Claiming to be unbreakable and invincible
However, I beg to differ
Because even stones can crumble to pieces
Eroded by water or wind
And melted into nothing.

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An Invisible Cloak of Gratitude

Gratitude allows one to grow
Without gratitude we are lost
Within a dismal abyss below

Shedding tears we go with the flow
Without adhering to the cost
Gratitude allows one to grow

An invisible cloak; although
Having lack of gratitude we toss
Within a dismal abyss below

But, lo; there is hope as we know
Grass greener than green and moss
Gratitude allows one to grow

We rise and dispel inner foes
Inner demons colder than frost
Within a dismal abyss below

Healing and lifted to our toes
Gratitude leads a way to cross
Will gratitude allow one to grow?
Within a dismal abyss below.

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Happy as a Flower

Open the door and you will see,
A protruding rose as youthful as can be.
By the tree; the evergreen tree,
Masked in all its glory.
Fresh and beautiful it sits poised,
Various array there is to see.
Its plume is beckoning and welcoming you.
To the tree! The evergreen tree!
Everyone walks past them,
Bustling about as the rose stares.
It stares at us; fragrant and free.
By the tree; the evergreen tree,
It doesn’t flee, gripping tightly.
Rooted down, it’s stagnant.
It’s true, the birds say as they flew 
And the rose sits unamused.
It is not as fleeting as us,
It remains deep rooted and undisputed!