Spleen


On a road that is too steep

murky memories are hard to keep.

Ineffable injuries  are very very  deep

They move at a  creep but

they ‘ve grown to a huge  heap .

 Sour sadness has taken a long leap

and my soul proves to be so cheap

that I start to wheeze and weep

then I  plunge into a nightmarish sleep.

 

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Freedom at Last


The thunder roars

the lightning strikes

high hopes soars

to the  seven skies.

 

It pours down blood

a rebellion is in the bud .

The people’s stood up as one

the uprising has begun.

 

Under the cover of the night

guided by flickering fire torch lights

they gather for a fierce fight

to regain  their confiscated rights .

Fed up with living in obscurity

They let out a cry for dignity;

they ‘re Thirsty for freedom

they’re ready for martyrdom.

 

 

full of rage , full of pride

they march side by side

they take long sure strides

cos  in victory they confide.

 

 

 

 

Timeless Verses


Edgar Allan poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.

Timeless Verses


Emily Dickinson

( 1830-1886 Mass, US)

***************
Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.


Blackout


with quick, cautious steps
I walked  among the crowd.
with a bated breath
I saw strange , distorted faces
pass by pitilessly.

Lost , confused
on the brink of panic
I moved on even quicker
amidst a disturbing chaos
and a deafening cacophony.

an adrenalin onrush ; a racing heart
a spinning head and droplets of sweat
brought my steps to a halt

dark thoughts  swarmed   fast
my dazzled eyes  shut

silence at last …….
total blackout.

See The Truth


The truth is out there

it reigns supreme.

Break the silence
And you’ll hear The truth scream.

Open your eyes
And you’ll see The truth beam.

Speak out The truth, Only the Truth
And you’ll be held in high esteem.

Hold on tight , don’t let go
And never follow the stream.

Break the iron gate of deceit
And you’ll taste the sweetness of your dream.

End of Spring


youth ‘s  ebbed

my health ‘s worn  away

my skin ‘s   wrinkled

my hair ‘s  turned gray.

My joints once sturdy

now quake and ache

my hands once steady

now noticeably shake .

It’s been a long journey

Sprinkled with memories

Dim and bright

Daubed with deeds

Wrong and right

Dotted with  sweet successes

and many  foul failures.

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