About this world.
Of course,
I am not going to
Read every crash.
I am yours only
Here, though.
See my body
All fur
And I am related to
You all
From the very beginning
Choose me or not.
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No meaning –
No meaning –Life and death.No goalAnd nothing.But freeGo, where you think.We are hereSimply productsOf matter-No value.Let us know andRealize the ultimate truth.
I can make you understand
Okay!But where am IAnd where are youThat I can’t show.I can show youA flower a birdA tree and the skyAs above.But I can’t answerAll the questionsYou put.I can write wordsI can write lettersI can compose poemsBut I can’t tellThe exact feelingsI have and I had.Dear, you have toSatisfy with your ownSun and air and waterOn…
I see
And the waveComes every momentTo take a bow.My words areMy crew hereWith meAt this time.No wayI am creepy.Be not a cynicTold this waveBefore I uttered bye.
I know not
Missed anywhere!Life’s long goneFormula over.Stone airAnd star –All one hereAnd there.Now and as everLight enteredAt this atmosphereAnd hours togetherAll twinkled.
କହୁଛି ଏଇଠି କାଚଖଣ୍ଡ ଆଉ କଣ୍ଟା ମୁଁ ଦେଖିଛି ଆଉ ଏଇଠି
ଆଶ୍ଚର୍ଯ୍ଯ, କହୁଛ ସବୁ ମିଛ । ୟାଡୁସ୍ୟାଡୁ କହି ଡରାଉଛ!
Go on, with the truth, dear poet,
All are ignorant here,All know nothing aboutThe world andAbout nature.The truth is notWhat appears.The truth is thereIn your own hearts.Go on with the truth,And stay enlightened.You are the only oneWith everything in you.
And as long as we aren’t near each other,
That should be easy enough to do!
I would think.
In fact…
That is on my agenda right now!
I bet you are clairvoyant?
You perceived I wished the same thing.
At the same time.
Didn’t you?
And ‘they’ say we should not be together,
As a couple.
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Even if I have to sweep the streets…
To do that for you.Even if I don’t appear that neat…I wanna be the one,You rush to speak to.I oh I…Gotta be the one you need.And I oh I…Gotta be the one you see,Could share with you eternity!Even if I can not sleep a wink…I wanna be the one,You wake from sleep to.Even if that…
It’s hard to be direct,
Is not accepted.Or when minds are still feeding on adolescence.And comprehension is zero.With nothing learned as a lesson.And being direct,When the intention of itIs not accepted…Feeds more of a willingness,To leave what is witnessed behind.Why waste time,With those malfunctioning with dysfunctions…And conditioned to be socially left unchallenged.They live to have…Good luck or no luck.Saddled with…
The laughing has stopped.
And jaws are dropped.The darkened days whispered approach,Those who have listened should not fear!What is near.The actions taken seemed foolish.The choices limited.With none to choose from.Since no one was told the truth from the start!Only a few knew,Their days of greed were done to depart.A new way comes.A new world ‘stuns’.A new world order has…
Perhaps it is a blessing,
At least it is clear…Once they completely remove themselves,From that which they find insignificant.We can finally have that peace,That will not be ‘disturbed’By their perfectness…Others do not project,By the marketing of values based on standardsCorrupt and void of respect.We will then also not be succumbed,By the pouting of their unruly childrenRefusing to snack on milk…
Who and what I am…
I have not spent my life,Being anyone else.Except when in the role of ‘acting’.And once I studied to do that well…It was suspected I was doing that,ALL the time.Especially by those who knew nothing,About that field of my creative endeavors.Who and what I am…I am.Inquisitive and observant.Empathetic but not too emotional.My sister Mim and my…
It is not hard to fight against those with limited visions.
Squinting eyes from being exposed to rays of light!Fresh from out of darkness.And the ones excited,To discover familiar faces.And they ‘choose’ to beg forgiveness for their ignorance.
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To someone else,
Who we find interesting…
With an arresting ‘come-hither’ appeal.
Teasing with just the right amount of sleaze.
Nothing overdone to undo the mood.
It can be a curse being too diversed,
And complex.
Afterall…
These approaches are about sex.
Nothing less with hopes for more.
And yet…
There are those who seek the ease of manipulation.
Especially in relationships.
They get captured after the ‘hunt’.
And discover themselves,
Over time…
Grunting in regret.
Wishing those chains to unlock.
But not wanting to experience a broken heart.
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Treated with a taste of truth,
Is soon to come.Beating up yourself with troubles,Snacking on stale bubblegum…Is over and done!The map of life,Has gotten brighter.Hot spots lit…Have added misplaced pieces!Wars and fights,Ignited around the world…Aren’t won,Or satisfied to thrillWhen love decreases!Keeping in perspective,What’s expected and demanded…Is refreshing.Making stands that hands of all be clean,Seems instantly insane…But must be done!People must see,The…
Not shown is my heart.
To let things go!To pick up the pieces,And make brand new starts!Not revealed is a healing,Shattered emotions…Took time to mend.With the acceptance of the passing…Of my parents, grandparentsMy son, relatives…And close dear friends.With trusted faith and hope…Discipline and prayer,I am very conscious of where I had been,To arrive with a gratefulnessThat keeps me aware!Without God,I…
Something agreed upon by some,
To the one who grows tiredOf convincing and listening to othersArgue over whether a discussion can be made,Resulting in a conclusion that saves ‘face’Producing bona fide results?‘Without’ a healthy debate or disagreement?And purposely shutting out others,Who have opinions no one consults?There is certainly something else that can be done.A movement done by one when there…
This is this,
This is not that!Nor can that be this.Even if you wished it…To be detracted.This will never be that,Whether or not you regard this as fact!This as it is,Is not that!This is this,And nothing else to retract…To retread what this is to give this to become that,Back!
When she would macramé,
Taking her needles,And attaching small knots!Making crisp doilies…With different patterns,Little mats she would starch.Amazing my curiosity,At the speed she delivered such art!When she would macramé,I would ask her how it was done.She took my hands in between hers…Until I alone did start!She noticed soon I got extremely bored,And my grandmother made me stop!‘Boy…You something else!Why…
Snooped and watched…
To demean.And patrolled by robots scattered.Coming to your neighborhood.Appearing on the scene.Tapped and padded down,By sensors planted underground…To monitor each step.And what thought one has,Communicating to exchange…Probing what the mind thinks next!Systematic techno madness,Has arrived in disguise to grow.Systematic techno madness,Has arrived speeding minds of the wise…Who know!Snooped and watched…And patrolled by robots scattered.Tapped and…