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riding the 644-614

What a two-year period we communicate, it
could have been you, yeah, you, Your
presence so full of vibrant hue, Day-to-day,
you give me a prompt, To hop on the 644 and or 
614, To the world of life, revived and anew.

For two good years, you invigorated me,
With witty and easy-going conversations,
Talking to you brought charm and cheer, In the
morning rush, and now and then evening
commute.

Your tee-hee, so infectious and bright, Turned
mundane mornings into pure fruition. As the 
city rushed past in a blur, Your words were a
comfort, a gentle stir.

In those fleeting moments, chance
bestowed, Your energy, like the morning
sun glowed. On my commute, my limbs
grew strong, Like gazelles on the Savanna, 
swift and long.

Your essence is a spark to the sensual, on
the bus, where life’s not the same. You 
resonate, my mornings no longer pearly, With
you, the journey’s worth the stay.

Every morning, the anticipation grew, To see
your smile, to hear something new. Your
insights, like a beacon, guided my way,
Turning a simple bus ride into a glorious new
day.

In the crowded bus, a bright beacon Guided me
through dawn’s first light. Your laughter, a 
melody in the air, Turns the grind into a 
dance fair.

On the 644/614, our paths align, for great
impact, You breathe flow within me, glowing the
morning rush hour. You breathe life into
the daily grind of mine, For your presence, I find my
stride, With gazelle’s grace, I take the ride.

So here’s to you, the life you bring, A song 
of mornings, your praise I sing. On this 
journey, you are the light, Guiding me
through each morning’s flight.

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At Crossroads

I stand, where paths diverge,
With merry Andrew, years’ faithful surge.
The Creator’s hand, a craftsman’s embrace,
Yet dreamscapes falter, bound by time’s
Trace.
At tri-junction, like a gazelle carved in grace, 
Amid ancient trees, a sanctified space,
Rooted, seeking signs yet unseen,
The road ahead-a riddle,
Serene.
Branches murmur, leaves weave lore,
Tales of renewal, of hearts once torn.
Choices beckon-left’s holds the known, paths,
Right reveals a frontier, where wild seeds
Are sown

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Elegy of Divine Cross


I

The bell the Town Courier want to toll
To salute the day of reckoning in Getham City
Is now on the neck of the scary-witty cat her paws like dragon
Saints, Publicans looking on at each other nose
Of whose can prove his vigour to bell the cats?
Lo! Saw earth sweeping away into the abyss
Yes! Her treasures sunken into the ravine
Restlessness wind voicing its bewails
Cursing and mumuring for the evils enacted upon the City

II

The Armageddon Spirit has resurged once again to the City of pleasure
Seen I melted bodies, brokenness on the fields of refinement
Lo! Saw townsfolks running helter shelter for cover
Sought in vain for any place of rest
The phantoms re-awakening in its limberness
Saw I its thunderbolts, hiding away from fierceness of death
The head corn blown away its tarp, causing
Further dent to the fragile macrocosm of the sorry City

III

The people’s spoils being devoured by mass human-like robot caterpillars
In a twinkle of an eye, falls of death have reaped them 
Saw I kings, Princes and noble men fell on their knees
Shrouded from calamities that befell them all
Their once happy life becomes bland within a whisker!
The happy faces have lost all mojos and blooms
Unable to elucidiate their misfortune that I my seen
That raging storms from the Eastern coast reaching the City
Epicenter escapade the knowledgeable, is sadistic viewing can’t I fathom

IV
Pale-looking creeping creatures with craggy-winged bodies
Swarmed towards the water shore for survival
Pugnacious in the lonely deep sea
Its rumbling re-awakes the deadly sea animals
Ready to pounced on wander souls, taken away
Their weary souls, waited too long for divination to placate
But lost in the labyrinth of the lonely deeply sea, the water gods
Unknown livid for the peril caused her during their rotten lives

V
So yet and black it’s the sky
Gazed I deeply into the black sky and yet-
The picture seen gave me deepened sorrow
Lonesome and silenced in the midst of
These rotten and malicious bones
Tears flows from the redden eyes
Saw I the once lively, attractive not fortnight ago
Has become a bestialized and plangent City
With fading strength and bleeding heart
Waiting patiently for the breath of life.