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Let’s finish. I will help you once, here in the cutting station. I will swab your eyes with Mandarin cotton and slather your bald head with drooling hexagons of Barbicide.
The two lone souls bound by a common aim
united for mutual benefit
this end pursued by agreement tacit
with a burning desire to attain fame
towards this very purpose primary
coloured by overarching, blinding zeal
utilizing a beg, borrow or steal
approach to combat any quandary
celebrating victories progressive
buoyed by dawning realization
that their rule was preordained destiny
employed tactics corrupt and coercive
more levels of rationalization
serial crimes lead to ignominy.
On His Passing Away
''We all have not come
to live forever
but to live a life
worthy enough
we have to live through
and
must endeavour''
TRIBUTE
My heart sweats tears of happiness and sorrows
I have observed with keen silence and quietude
the suffering of our dear patient
and
the patience showered by his spouse
these past ten years...
has been astoundingly incredible
but loving ones do endear.
There in my heart, I have felt many pains
Yet in my Spirit I knew the why’s of things.
Deep understanding of others, brush their souls
Live in their beings for a while you will feel.
Never be afraid of things you see in others
This is their battle and they must win
Let them lean on your shoulders, hold them
In your being there is infinite energy.
Never let your energy be used in any way
Let the universal energy bring you strength
Out there among all things, is a power house.
It is run by unconditional love always.
Just because you only dress to attract attention
It doesn't mean that only nice people will look at you
[The person I want to look at me, should be twenty-five years old, have a nice car, plenty of money
and be as sweet as a newborn baby.]
Just because automobiles aren't supposed to hit you
It doesn't mean that you should walk in the road
[I should be able to walk where there are no bumps or cracks in my path
and I don't have to lift my feet higher than my ankle.]
Trinkets for the suffering are auctioned
In the marketplace of pity,
The most ancient grand bazaar-
A tear vile to collect the holy water
Which gives sight to the eye;
A tweet from the recent dead
Filled with remorse
For not having lived in joy;
Potions and palm readers
Psychoanalysts and orchids,
Psalms embroidered in silk
To be draped on the coffin;
For two bits more, old women
In black robes provide shrill sighs
And moans in medieval harmony.
The Hour of Departure
Time keeps its secrets
Silently...
None know when
what may happen.
Today we wait
outside the ICU
as the docs decide
on behalf of the unknown power
is this the appointed hour
They chose
but unknowingly
the hour of isolation
today is a Tuesday
and the time of loneliness
that has its own to say
the hour has come all say
wait till two/four A.M. tonight.
He should pass away!
I almost drove past, but it caught my eye,
tempted, just to pass by,
a force told me to seek it out,
it required me to turn about,
it was small, with limited space,
with only my loneliness, to embrace,
touching that moment, with solitude,
going deep it played inside my head,
making me uncomfortable, instead,
it made me look at my legacy,
look at my worth, you see.
Did I make a difference?
Did it come down to dollars and cents?
Uncertainty makes me shout,
is that what worth is all about?
With shift paradigm
waning wilting wintertime
shining star turns prime
the day is gone
now that I think about it
and try to remember what was done
I realize it was a long day
first I was testing the limits of my theory
that beauty can be found everywhere
looking at the metal fence around the lake
the plants accepted the wire as a support
and they do not mind growing near its regular ugliness
so I photographed them
and dismissed the question