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I sheathe my pen,
Rememb’rin’ when
Around the clock
I did not have
No writer’s block.
On August noons black as coal mines,
A monstrous driller chugs and whines.
Should Earth throw up those taken yesterday,
Those so far dead won’t live another day.
FROM A FUNERAL
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A sudden call from my native town carrying
a message of my friend’s death
We were the close mates of our town
in school,streets and in play grounds
For our bread, we went to east and west
After our meeting at his marriage in my town
another meet ing is at the graveyard in his funeral
His face turned to black and dry
I asked my mind, Why?
It replied to me
My heart beats hard
The never ending pulse
But I am barely listening
My head resting on your chest
I can hear your heart beat like a steady drum
Moving so fluently with your lungs
And the only thing keeping me alive
Is the air you breathe for me
I was the stranger in the dark
And you brought me back to life
But in this distorted world
We all fall into disillusionment
And dream of something so much more
A LARK AND A VOLCANO
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I t was a season of summer and
the time of sun moving to rest
There was a big mountain with a red crown
To enjoy the beauty of the evening,
a lark came and sat on a bush
it had forgotten it’s time to go it’s home and
singing a lovely notes on a state of dream
The day ran to west on rest and
the night crowns on the earth..
The lark restored from it’s dream and
The Charging Hats
The air is thick
with the battle scent
the sky is heavy
as the bombs descend.
The scent of death
is black and white
cannon path near end
it’s time to fight.
Charging hats push fast
screaming footprints gun
when blades seek flesh
the blood rivers run.
Unforgiving back and forth
the fight is relentless
surging body form
till becomes defenseless.
spoke your last words
released your final breath
captured the last scene
your heart halts at final stop
-steps into black
soars into white
vast land of beauty
strums a chord at heart
your eyes that had never laid
upon such awe
water with eternal peace
-blood stops frozen
coldness redeems your body
dark gray spreads throughtout
your soft porcelein skin
-the staircase to heaven
faces your spirit
memories of love
pain
and mistakes
flash by deep in mind
as your steps get closer
wild swan
climbed
inside
me
I wasn’t able to
didn’t want to
if I’m truthful
have any
influence
upon this
surreal ritual
inflicted upon my
limp psyche
who
am I
anyway
the water
is achingly calm
a still picture
basking
in a stranger’s reality
while it still could
I always
feel calm
near water
wild swan knew this
I was the chosen one ?
surely
not the messiah
john the baptist
maybe
perhaps
