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Am In Love With the Wind

In the realm of dreams and gaiety
A rose blooms in my heart, glamour strikes with vivacity 
My stretched hand reaches to fondly pet the palm 
But like wind, the goddess ghostly evanesces with a calm 
Dotingly I endeavor to serenade the enchantress. 
 
Off the warbling lute the soft ditties sing 
From the changing tune, the pitch to the ears sting 
Yet with a sparkling giggle your spook infatuate 
With fortitude, realms I’ll cross to graduate 
The school of endurance you command with shrewdness 
 
With agility I fly, but you’re too fast to reach 
Roaring water crushes at the beach 
Sand so calm I hanker to hold 
The setting shining sun glares, with a frail I behold 
Because am in love with the wind 
 
Slacken my love! Off my feet you sweep with desire 
My heart you take; sturdily I admire 
Like a magnet, your enigma besots with charm 
And the goal to get I’ll praise with a psalm 
For I loathe to crush on the wind 
 
The world will mock, but the love will shush the chatter
A future so bright they’ll hail the latter 
And applaud our allure’s perpetuity 
With fantasy our posterity shall sing of a deity 
For all is possible, even love with the wind!

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A Market of Broken Scales

As I walk through the market in the early light
I see the vendors and the buyers in a constant fight
I see the goods and the prices change every night
I see the scales and the weights that are never right

The vendor claims the scales are his only heirloom
The ones he got from his father along with his doom
The ones that make him wealthy with their deceit
The ones that give him an edge with their cheat

The buyer cries the scales are his only nightmare
The ones he faces every day with his despair
The ones that take his voice with their spite
The ones that leave him no choice with their might

The goods sigh the scales are their only prison
The ones they endure every time with their submission
The ones that seal their fate with their flaw
The ones that steal their joy with their law

The prices moan the scales are their only master
The ones they follow every moment with their disaster
The ones that set their value with their whim
The ones that deny their worth with their dim

The market is a mirror of the world of woes and wonders
A world of broken scales and unfair measures
A world of broken people and unequal pleasures
A world of broken dreams and unfulfilled treasures

But I am not the market, I am not the broken scales
I am not the broken people, I am not the broken dreams
I have a choice and a voice and a chance
A choice to fix the scales and the measures

A voice to speak and settle gender scores
A chance to show dignity for gents and mses
End the home's scolds with a song
We r'all human, we crave a plate of meat and féta cheese.

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No moss on the steady stone

When you have lost a gem of priceless worth,
Do not mourn long, what you can't restore;
For in the sky a new star has its birth,
And in the earth more treasures wait to explore.

When you have soared above the highest peak,
Don't swell with pride, your splendid leap;
For in the dark a hidden trap may sneak,
And, in the crowd a foe may strike you deep.

Don’t think that life is a game too sweet,
Or that it’s only a laugh and a cry alone;
For when the climb is not yet complete,
The wisdom lies in being calm; steady-stone.

The fools may laugh themselves to death for vain,
The perfectionists may fret over their flaws;
But you collect yourself and rise again,
And craft a masterpiece from broken straws.

When the road is smooth and clear at last,
Don't lose yourself in pleasures of the mood;
For just a gentle breeze may break your mast,
And drown your spirit in a raging flood.

He who can hear, let him attend the speech:
He who can see, let him observe the teach.
Be humble in your triumphs, hopeful in your breach.
The race is won by the steady; who never quit.

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Burn not the Bridges

Burn Not the Bridges 

Life is a hubris to uncertainty! 
One day you are a prince, 
The next day you are a slave. 
Indeed, the world is round: 
Burn not the bridges, 
You may use the river again. 
 
We know that focus rewards, 
For you cannot move on, 
With eyes fixed to the past; 
Reconcile with the past ordeals, 
And burn not the bridges, 
You may use the river again. 
 
Time heals but the scabs remain,
To remind of time lost in agony, 
For they’ll thrust you to destiny; 
Because everyone has a date with it. 
Burn not the bridges, 
You may use the river again. 
 
Be solicitous for affluence, 
And supplicate day and night, 
As you abide in pilgrimage, 
To bribe the gods for restitution, 
Yet, Burn not the bridges,
You may use the river again. 
 
We strive and seek haven, 
Where abundance, power and security resides; 
We trample on neighbor’s shoulders, 
To triumph in the “game of life” 
We burn the bridges, 
And drown as we use the river again.

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Last Supper

LAST SUPPER

Why should I join your table!
Why should I intoxicate myself with,
Your costly wine you flaunt with false splendor,
But in it you slip a dose of lethal laughing toxins?
One would laugh and laud your generous tenacity!
Yet, with that fake giggle,
In the sunken gleaming eyes of a snake,
You seethe inside!

We were a number but, the undertaker claimed a few!
Am I the only black sheep that feels the froth?
Or is everyone’s heart blackened with drops of seeping venom?
That corrodes the lips and you wipe the evidence?
And now you that you noticed my awareness,
You turn the table for bile to flow from my quarter
A good Samaritan, you’ll offer gallons to quench the raging fire
And offer empathy to cure my irking ire!

You can burn my stiff but you won’t my soul!
I will count the grains of sand in all beaches of the pacific,
But to your corrupt course,
I shall never crawl! Keep your mercy!
Every day you count a loss of a player in this team,
And blame their frivolous folly!
Holy saints you are, but the acridity of bile will burn y’all,
When reckoning of hypocritical is finally done!

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The greater design


What lies beyond the bounds of our belief?
The cosmic code that we can never crack
The shades of glory and of grief
The endless edges of the track

What lies beneath the brilliance of our brain?
The wisdom that we often waste
The whispers of the wild and sane
The growth that we can never taste

What lies above the azure of our air?
The mystery that we can never solve
The forces that both bless and scare
The harmony and havoc that evolve

What lies within the wonder of our will?
We can reach our goal with vision call
But the whole, that we can never fill
To collect the stars is everyone’s goal

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Desperado, beyond the lines of belief

Desperado – beyond the lines of belief

What patchy rogue rejects the rule of blue,
This cosmic quilt of fragments casting shades,
Who shreds the fabric of the known and true,
And weaves a trail of riddles with furtive braids?

What patchwork seeker chases the fringe of light,
This maverick with a veil for a face,
Who scans the void for clues for a flight,
To realms beyond the grasp of time and space?

Oh! this patchy dreamer is a spark,
A glimpse of selves in altered skins,
And a call to kindle the new and the dark,
With hues that mirror our desires for sins.

Possibly the patchy pundit probes a line,
A stroke from the art to the eye,
To blur what we see and redefine,
The borders of the land with the soaring sky.

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First Crawl

First crawl


I learnt to crawl in a tie,
Banker’s suit and smile on a lucky tot.
Learning the secrets of trades and service,
I’d make a difference with my skills,
And earn some money on the side.

I learnt to crawl with tons of rules,
To master the job, I turned a thousand pages.
To prove my worth, I hugged every mentor,
And cleaned their messes without a fuss.
A good tyro carries the teacher’s boots.

And like a robot, I emptied the bins,
I crunched the numbers and wrote memos.
The keys devoured the prints off fingers,
With no responsibilities, I could endure, 
Endure for hours past closure.

Only crickets heard my crackling back at night,
“When learning to crawl, you practice, you know,
Perfect practice makes practice perfect…”
I was too young to care, they’d say.
Even so I withered to a bag of bones.

Still learning to crawl,
I bore her bag without a word,
And at the seat of grilling for review,
Never let the cat out of the bag for,
Sometimes it scratches the bearer;
T’was a secret sauce of wisdom, lucky to learn!

I was learning to craw and,
I walked the miles for a scrap of unfair share.
And never tasted a slice of the cake.
A toddler never runs the race of grown-ups.
A crump is enough to blind the eye.

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Whispers

You might say, “I long to chase this path, 
As far as it can go, to witness, feel and join,
The adventures of the wanderers. 
I want to mimic them, and do as they do. 
To dance as they dance and cry when they cry. 
I want to see their sun of joy and pain, 
When it rises and sets. 

Their ways are trendy, 
They speak and allies thunder with ovation
They appear and their peers cheer!
The world knows their names 
I will endure no more solitude! 
Boredom gnaws my soul; I want to go now!”

But heed me, friend, 
Can you flourish in this dance of shadows! 
Where humanity lies buried in the past? 
Behold! blood of innocent flows like a stream, 
In the hands of gannets who scour every corner 
To feed their greed, they loot and kill
And drink the stranger’s wine 
They are vultures that feast on the dead
The path swarms with scavengers, 
who brawls for your breath! 

A pack of wolves will prowl in scores,
And shower you with flattery, even worship 
They will sway to your tune with glee 
But trap you in eternal bondage 
You’ll be their puppet on a string,
Some will chatter your poverty 
And scorn your former clemency.

Listen, my dear friend Stop staring at me, 
March on, you do not see the way, I know
But march on! march through this fog of reality 
Open your ears wide, listen to the whispering voice
To the faint utterance in the still wind
Shun easy goings, my friend,
The path is riddled with traps 
Dodge them and stride ahead
You might finally enjoy, 
A taste of honey beyond joy, 
Living is no piece of cake!

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A PATCHWORK CASTLE a story of the wax factor

A PATCHWORK CASTLE – a story of the wax factor

They told me we would walk the stars,
If I took a piece of you, and a piece of me,
And a piece of him here, and a piece of him there,
And a piece of she.

They told me that the world would heal,
If you shared your mind, and I brought my feel,
And he gave his wealth, and she shared her zeal.
A patched art of tapestry!

They told me that the sky would light with hope,
If he keeps his candle lit, pass it on to him,
And to him and her. You see, my candle glows
From the loss of wax that falls, wax that choked my flame!

Then the result, a serenity of light, bright,
And the product wonderful, full of color and delight,
The paths cleaner and clearer, the sky more radiant and sheer,
The world a better haven, a place of love and cheer.

And I believe, my small pallet of a gravel,
And your patch of sand, and her drop of sweat,
Built this castle of greatness, patched with indifference
For beauty of diversity, and we love to live in this.