Love all

Love all to heal yourself

It is a medicine  and  wine

It prevents your death

Love all to live forever

Love all to change this land

It is only a weapon to smash the violence

It will change everything as gold

Love  is a magic word

which turns even a fool as a genious

It gives garland to puny creatures too

Love the love to love all

SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN

roads

like

turtles

doze

tight-lipped

in

summer’s

smirking

sun;

though for

tracks so

matching

those,

it’s

not

nearly

as much

fun.

but

I do

for one

suppose

none

for

sure

truly

knows.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Everything’s quite

OK, OK!

Mallard ducks in parks are fine

In almost every way,

And they do not seem to mind

That we feed them,

Every

One,

Practically

Every

Single

Day.

my bliss?

a kiss

from Kriss

with no

subse-

quent hiss

or diss.

I donned my gray felt hat—

eesh!—

feeling very grandly

nouveau riche,

and I took for jaunty walk

my breakfast quiche

on its very dapper

expandable leash.

Oh, yes, oh, yes,

I had a nice day

On what was,

I think, yesterday.

water in a goldfish bowl,

when it’s able, at its base

will find an exit hole;

and then, of course,

quite soon there’ll be—

to those whose open

peery eyes just might see—

not a drop of water

in that very emptied bowl.

Flickering candel light

Cascading onto the floor in front of a statue of Mary and her son

Red and blue light shines

Randomly outward

Casting obscured shadows from the pews

The smell of insence fills your senses

As you stager deeper into the incandescent darkness

Before God you kneel down and beg for forgiveness

Plead for acceptance and swear to do right

But in his eyes, you are a son who has broken every rule

Disappointment and silence becomes your treatment

As his punishment goes undecided