Thistles and thorns

Life is incomplete

Even in its total perfections

Without the misgivings

A rose is still wanting

in its fragrant charms

Without the thorns

Happiness and sadness

Are the thistles and thorns

Like the days and nights

Thistles and thorns

Are the part of life

The essence of all sentience

A Dog Poops

A bastard pooch

son of a bitch

squats on all its fours

in perfect symmetry

fore limbs locked

hind limbs Z shaped

retaining the stability

absorbing the  shock

its spine curled in an arch

perchance for easy discharge

shoulders held back

head looking from side to side

ensuring no rear obstructions

ears drooping low, tail erect

eyes almost closed
and so poops out its crap thus

The holy shit

in all its glory

like a sausage

almost mouth watering

hot and fresh

grilled and tanned

peeps out just a little

retaining itself almost inside

the homely intestines

refusing to budge

and gush out the anal door

The fanged canine toils

shitty faced and  spent

struggles it all out

tasking all adipose

from head to the toes

and yet all the while

just a piece  droops out

and hangs precariously

the stray vagabond

in all its uneasiness

in all difficulty struggles

fighting against

an everyday process

so easy otherwise

but failing this time

It prays and probably thinks

“Come on shit, fall out fast

for heaven’s sake

Spare me

Spare my sphincter”

Can’t someone help
the poor soul

out of the crappy misery?

haiku

It was not to be
but destiny had its plans
for your happiness

When are you coming?

When are you coming?

It’s been only a while

That you are gone

But it already seems

Like it’s been ages

Come back soon

I can’t walk the paths alone

I can’t trust the strangers

That I meet on the way

I seek your unfailing company

The nights are long and eerie

Even my shadow fades in the dark

Everything is cold around

Won’t you come back soon?

Loneliness is killing me

Attending to the realities around

we must run the life’s race

Let us not forget the karmic union

Hope you are coming soon

I am always waiting

13/7

Image from google

Smoke and dust fill the air

Moans and groans heard everywhere

Destruction aplenty on the ground

Fallen bodies are everywhere found

No cries can bring the dead alive

No condolences can heal the wounds

No words can soothe the shattered lives

The wicked face of terror has gnarled

Its devilish horns have once again gored

Its brutal fangs have heartlessly clawed

to tear apart the race of humanity

Terrorists, aren’t you humans too?

Sandcastle

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I toiled my efforts

often soiling my hands

stacking piles of sands

arduously, patiently

with gentle caring touches

in mere playfulness

against every force

bringing the mounds down

not withstanding 

the slightest annoyance

and  as I labored

over and over again

the piles of sands mound to shape

a  beautiful castle breathes alive

My Taj Mahal is up

I am amused at my creation

and gaze spellbound

at the wonder of the genesis

when the waves break on the shore

unannounced, uninviting

and rolls back momentarily
leaving my castle ruined

Am I rich or poor?

I am not rich

Like most rich men

I do not have a good bank balance

Nor do I carry a thick purse

I do not own estates

Nor posh cars and buildings

I do not have the luxury

of keeping consorts

I do not gamble at high stakes

and I do not smoke

the doubly taxed foreign fags

I am not blessed with riches

I am not rich

Like most rich men of today

But I ain’t poor either

I have a healthy body

Complete with all senses

I have a happy job

For my three square meals

I have a good night’s sleep

With sweet dreams to cherish

I have a marriage

tied in silken knots of love

and vows of faith and trust

Not of infidelities and deception

I have rich thoughts

and richer feelings and emotions

Life’s trivial problems

aren’t a big burden

I have a life worth living

What else can I wish for?

Am I rich or poor?

What are riches without happiness?

Is all well?

Culture degrading

Values dying

More westernizing

Is all well?

Climate changing

Snows melting

Forests thinning

Is all well?

Crimes on rise

Peace otherwise

Unsafe all over

Is all well?

Nation in transition

Democracy young

Confusions many

Is all well?

Many impositions

Many bans

Black market

Is all well?

Many laws

Stern actions

Receipt a must

Is all well?

Father gambling

Mother drinking

Children into gangs

Is all well?

Bigger world

Narrowed mind

egocentric

Is all well?

Abysmal

image credit: mikko lagerste

There is no answer

in the stillness of the darkness

except the silence of the night

so ghostly frightening

even a faraway glowing light

grows faint and dimmer

The quiet wind can’t be trusted

The  stars are too far away

to light up my loneliness

I know you will not walk with me

down the eerie dark path

and acquiesce my whims

I won’t solicit your company

I am acclimatized to loneliness

I shall befriend the frightening night

Seek courage in a depth of a whiskey glass

and forge ahead into the darkness

all through, all alone

Distant stars

Invisible winds

Wretched thoughts

A careless journey

Unavoidable truths

And the distant stars