Itched to write

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A recluse of thoughts

lie entwined

almost lost

at the waking emotions

The heart craves
for an awakening

and ere the thoughts fade

I put my fingers to keys

have way with words

and throw together

Silly sentences

Failing often times

yet catching circle

in hungry air

My page fills

Searching eloquence

in expressiveness

A plain scribbler

that I am

and no less

for the itch to write

transience

The dainty flower that blossoms today

Exuding fragrance and exquisite beauty

alluring the straying butterfly

Will wither to nothingness

Someday

The rainbow that curves the horizon

Shading in great magnificence

Captivating unknown hearts

Will vanish to oblivion

any moment

The shapely reddened apples

Sparkling ripe in the reaps of labour

Veering low the boughs in prosperity

Will be detached to fall

Someday

Name and fame, Power and pelf

The desire of every glorious soul

 A key to greatness in being

will crumble down  

Someday

Beauty and charm

That so captivates the beholder

And infatuates many a hearts

Will yield to wrinkles

Someday

The melodious songs of the nightingale

Warbled pleasantly from the woods

Soft and soothing to the soul

Will  come to an end

Someday

The greenness of the meadow

Where the squirrels dance and play

And bees and butterflies buzz around

Will turn grey

at the fall

The sun that radiates the universe

Shining rays of  winning smiles

In the warmth of its glory

will sink  beyond the horizon

at the end of the day

Tears tell the tale

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When emotions run amok

and feelings go amiss

Sorrows saturate into tears

Venting an out-pour

Tears wet the eyes

drowns the heart

Every teardrop

Has its story to tell

Every tear fall

Falls heavy with a pain

and breaks a sweet dream

Tears don’t move some hearts

cold and void of warmth

Some hearts don't perceive

the depth of words

I won't lament my tears

Let it flow to hollow abyss

of regrets and remorse

Let hearts break

and dreams fade

I won’t care

Life is a paradox

Misunderstood

Tears don’t move hearts

Tears are thinner than blood

Feather in the wind

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Fluttering

at times high

other times low

like dandelions in the air

my mind wanders

far and wide

a feather in the wind

Robed

in multitude of thoughts

vexed in its profanity

fully pent up

swirling pukes of insanity

vying for a vent of outpour

ah! an absurd existence

Pleasing words

echoing sweetness

lug confusions at times

even the charming face

puckers the want of expression

for the "saddest thoughts"

and the "sweetest songs"

happiness

and sadness

are the dividers of life

weighed on a seesaw

life, a centre peg

must hold in place

the varied verities

the everyday angst

sing the insipid lyrics

seeking the grace of god

to imbue the sporadic chasms

Mend the dizzying spasms

while the mind still flutters

a feather in the wind

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

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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

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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

Epitome of happiness

Babysitting

My toddler this morning

I watched him

running around

Playing truant

in playful innocence

Full of laughter and joyfulness

Little does he know

the depth of his existence

my epitome of happiness

and my strength of being

He keeps playing tirelessly

I sit back and rejoice in silence

I smile at him

Who am I?

You called me

A bore

A dimwit

Immature

What names

Have you not called me?

was it out of love?

A jest of mockery

or in  a tint of anger

Never mind the names

Just tell me

Who am I actually?

Have I lost my identity?

God's own ways

I see not the moon tonight

Even the stars are keeping away

Darkness is all I can feel around

and it’s almost engulfing me

I can see my end looming near

The whispering calls of death I can hear

and the dreaded beckoning stare

to strike its hammer on my life so dear

ere the blooming roses withered 
and the rainbow faded to nothingness

ere the sun sank beyond the horizon

My odyssey of life is nearing its end

I wish not to live a hundred years

and laze in the eternal realms of earth

My wishes are not for a kingly crown

Not all the happiness can excite me

All I wish is just another usual day

another moment, another breath

but I must exit ere my time is nigh
God has his own divine ways

NB: This one is prompted by a dear one who is on his death bed waiting for his end.

upbeat

Heart melts in your beauty
Head is stuffed with poetry
Somehow, words elude me
though thoughts are copious
I vie for vent of expressions
for the glory of the nature

soul searching

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Searching

for answers

to void questions

venting

pent up feelings

obliviously coiled

Silence sans echo

digs  deeper

into nothingness

Looking beyond

Looking close

I search  

what I cannot find

that I have never lost

Life flickers

like a brief candle

A dilemma

around every corner

glare and flare

I take further on

for a new dawn

I reach the end line

Fleeting moments

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Flowers bloom and wither

Leaves fall, trees wane

Dreams die,

Rainbows vanish

even the mighty sun

shies away

beyond the  horizon

Everyday ebbs

to nothingness

Nothing holds

except impermanence

laughing in mockery

at humans running

the life’s busy race

in blindness

Callous greed and fallow dreams

Hostilities at its height

bent even to cut the  other’s  throat 
for a singular gain

Humanity galloping away

Every men and women

thoughtless outlanders

oblivious of the choices

the two roads in the woods offer

unmindful

that we reap as we sow

with every fleeting moment

life nears its end

Some day

Sooner than later

to embrace dear death

in all its icy coldness

Are we prepared?

Do we not need

to mend our ways now?

Will death be pleasant?