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Pussycat

He wanted to kill his pussycat 
After it ate up his beloved rat.
Took it to the river,
Threw it, turned to leave her
Then suddenly had a change of heart. 

He dove right in to save the poor thing.
Never minding he knew not to swim.
The pussy swam away
To the safety of bay. 
Drowning, the young man started to scream. 

How he got out, only he can tell, 
Dripping and scared, like he was in hell.
Started the long walk home, 
Lonely, if truth be told, 
With a terrible sea-water smell. 

Hating his cat, and hating himself, 
He entered his house, just around ten, 
To see his pussycat
Settled on his brimmed hat,
Tending with care to its stressed out legs..

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Courage

Worthy courage as we triumph o'er our greatest fears
Undaunted by the storm of thorny hurdles,
Floating above pain, sinking steadily in objective...

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Heroes

On the royal borders,
Soldiers on heavy alert, 
With guns slung on shoulders, 
To blast some heads apart. 

An army like the innumerable sands, 
Douse the danger from without, 
Then conquer worlds and ancient lands, 
'Come heroes without a doubt.

The helm of men who challenged death
And caressed its ugly face, 
Then passed the gateway, left
Towards life's rugged ways.

Flying darts in a darkened sky, 
Daring fear with rage, 
Body dead, soul far up high
On a brand new stellar page...

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Sunshine On a Rainy Day

I lie, 
on my large comfort bed.. 
counting seconds,
syncing my heartbeat,
with the tick of the great white clock,
above my head. 
What I'm thinking, 
even I do not know..
Clouds have formed on my thoughts...
Fogs have scathed my vision, 
hence, I cannot see beyond
the goose trail of old memory.. 
The wind whooshes in uninvited,,,
with a knowing air, 
It tells me... 
Oh.... I have forgotten.. 
I sit up.. and shake my head ruefully.. 
This blankness,, this emptiness.. 
This menace of internal unknowingness... 
It eats me up... 
I know something pegs at my unsettled mind.. But what?? 
Oh!!!! I remember now,,, only vaguely though.. 
The wind,, it had said something.. 
Something about sunshine.. 
Sunshine on a rainy day.. 
I stand up... No longer able to contain
the powerful synergy of energy.. 
Inside me, this surge occurs.. 
It jolts me, it jostles me here and there - So I walk
Up and down the entire bedroom.. 
I'm getting something.. 
Hazy formations,,, silhouettes,,, outlines.... 
Then, the first images appear..
Blurry at first, but.. 
as time passes... clearer they become.. 
I start to understand.. 
But.... 
Suddenly, I'm drawn back into the past... 
I recall,,, I remember... The hindsight is too powerful for me.. 
I jump up!!!
And in a matter of seconds,,, 
I find myself dancing.. 
This thing, 
that boggled my pristine mind.. 
I finally know what it is.. 
But I do not have a name for it yet,, 
It's,,, it's a tune,,, it starts with a rhythm.. 
A konga drum,,,, chimes,, gongs... 
Then,,, larger, thicker, hide-drums... 
Then... A beat,, syncopated and enthralling.. 
It's fast... Strong,,, daring... 
Then... 
Dancing steps.. 
Dancing... 
A voice, raised from a variegated population... 
Heart,, beating in sync..
I discern,,,,
Yes...
Sunshine on a rainy day.. 
Hmm... 
My mind is full.. It's near breakpoint.. 
I am now eager to name this anonymous sensation.. 
I think... 
I think...
Yes... 
The name falls to my small ears....
It startles me... But,,, I receive it
with a heart full of dire hope.. 
I breathe a sigh and let the name out... 
"Yuletide", I say.. 
And as I pant, recovering from the exhilaration,,, 
A figure, in red and white
crosses my window... 



Merry Christmas....

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To What End

I waited
Under the outspread foliage
Of the banana tree, 
With ripening fruits dangling precariously, 
Wondering, 
With eyes set on the earth, 
Wishing I understood
This everlasting madness.
To what end would man go,
To what end? 
A mystery it remains, 
Like the age old conundrum 
Of the seniority between the hen and the egg,
Like the unfathomable depths of the bottomless pit... 
Oh! Lamenting in unbridled grief, 
Mother of all, 
Seated on an ashen throne, 
Wails poignantly, 
While her children trade mighty fists,
Wetted by her tears,
Buoyed no less by her flashing darts
Of fierce reproof.. 
I, a mere bystander, 
Watching, meditating, confused, 
Lost, trying to understand what
Led to such fisticuffs 
Between brothers who sucked on
The small obfuscated nipple
And rode the same burdened back..
Yes! 
To what abysmal end? 
What, hidden under the rigid crusts of the earth
Drives man to seek so zealously
To bury his fellow man
Six inches below 
And shake his head
From side to side
Wearing rehearsed frowns,
Indifferent, obeying the laws
Of anarchy, and basking 
In the prestige 
Of ill advantage?
For in these matters, 
Fasidically christened "the survival arts"
Men show sleight of hand, 
Dexterity and mastery of the deleterious science
Of death... 
And for his fellow, he is unapologetic..
Fallen, have you into the cesspool 
And mucky wastes of nothingness, 
You survived not, 
And as such, were not fit to survive... 
We, must hold our
Small heads in mad agony, 
For shamelessly, we have
Trampled on the little men,
So dastardly disparaged
Till they shrunk, 
Into tiny ants
Who suffer in silence
While the mammoths fight
For the trophy from Sheol.. 
I wondered.... 
Days passed, 
Nights went by, sleep eluded me, 
Nightmares sought out my deranged mind
And tormented me, 
And I could not bear it any longer! 
I searched the lengths and breadths of the earth
For answers, from men
wizened beyond my years, 
But found them not... 
I found only fools, 
Tightly snuggled in their cosy territories
With mighty barricades
And tall barb-wired fences, 
Throwing orgies... 
For they had defeated themselves... 
It was then, I slept... 
This time, in the gentle
Stillness of the Caspian,
Wishing I was never born....

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Ocean Waves

Strings of ocean waves
Washing over the shore's neck
Makes her glows again...

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Maya

She dances through the winter snow, 
The sky is overcast, threatens to fall below, 
She's a beauty with a dream, 
With a doggy for a friend, 
I see her from a distance, 
Can't believe she's a human being 

A fairy or an angel,
Would be an apt description, 
A skin so smooth and tender 
Oh my heart could barely stand her, 
With darkened locks of hair, 
My manhood up was stirred 
I wish that I could reach her, 
Tell her she's a fantasy.. 

Oh what life would be, without this novelty, 
This beauty so complete, 
Its as perfect as a myth, 
Boy I wish I knew, 
Something I could do, 
To get her smiling at me, that is all the help I need... 

See her going past me, 
Slowly gaining distance,
I suddenly feel so desperate 
Making tonnes and tonnes of wishes,
And just when I would stop, 
All hope then was lost, 
She turned and looked around 
And waved to something there about.

I knew not who she waved, 
But my heart beat was in spate, 
Filled with so much yearning
I could hear the words it said, 
Then she called my name, 
With a voice as cool as rain, 
Was struck so dumb, I couldn't respond 
Just stood there staring lame... 

I could see she was confused
Thinking she was mistaken, 
She turned back to her path
And in no time she was away, 
I stood there on the spot
Savouring her voice,
That moment I would treasure
Even if I hadn't a choice.. 

So I know I'm a fool, 
Please tell me what to do, 
If I never see her again
 I don't know what I would do, 
Yes her name is Maya, 
So pure as raw desire,
She walked abreast a torch
And set my dry-brush heart on fire...

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We Are One

When the cosmic horn blows
Enchanting soul and spirit, miles 

Apart.. Draw closer, it says and
Reach for glory...  With one mind, 
Egged by the mysterious eschatology 

Of the end... Together, we shall all
Name one destiny, with one voice, 
Exclaiming, "WE ARE ONE!!!"

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Dark Visions

Some men screamed in shock, 
Some men demurred fiercely,
Some wagered lots of bucks, 
Some resented me dearly... 

But dead I'd rather be
If the truth I cannot tell
I choose to face without trepidancy
These attacking crimson bells... 

What is this truth I am haunted for
Like mad dogs in mad streets? 
That the blind see what you do not, 
A darkness so complete... 

But them who claim sight dispute, 
They claim me to be insane,
How I dare impute
Comprehension to those maimed? 

But I hold fast to my assertion,
I dare not give it up,
I closed my eyes for a session, 
And felt my belief was strong.. 

For even when they were closed, 
I could just as much see
Dark visions of hope
While you saw blood and steel.


But I do no blame you, 
You spoke what you saw, 
I spoke what I went through
With my eyes above the world...

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Salty Living Drink

Hush and harken to the stillness,
Do not disturb the spirits
Lying in their stale graves, 
Overgrown with vines, 
Reading and re-reading their epitaphs
With begrudged faces
Contorted as if they were trying
With difficulty to understand 
Why all those lies were
Written for them... 
And then sitting on the gravestones
Or lying leisurely on their beloved vines, 
They wave those who pass
Exhorting them to accept their fate, 
The ultimate calling of the grave,
The ultimate pleasure of sleeping on vines... 
Those green, ghostly vines, 
Who converse amongst themselves
In low, conspiratorial tones...
They can hear them, almost everytime, 
Gossiping about this man's ugly skull
And that man's decaying bones.. 
But who knows how much longer
Before the next vine is born
And she grows to be a beautiful vine-maiden
Sought after by men of substance,
Who with all the gold in the world
Pursue her...
And, if you are lucky, 
She might grow on you, 
And be the first to complain about
Your endless snoring, and childish sobbing, 
For all of them dead do, 
Alternating steadily, 
Peaceful sleep peppered with rasping snores, 
And near-silent sobs, 
Like that of a woman
Rudely robbed of her flower.. 
Only in the dead of the night
Do they finally rise
To full wakefulness, 
To potter about the earth
Seeking water from the living. 
And when they are offered none, 
They suck on sweats.
Enjoying its most fulfilling taste
And, eager to remain, 
They grow new vines,
Just underneath the bed, 
And lay down every night for 
A salty living drink... 

Written October 7th 2016 for Broken Wings' Overgrown With Vines contest