Tag: being
Bubble
image: google pics Bubble has always been a subject of curiosity, daintily airborne, rising gracefully! Donning a rainbow cape, the bubble rises higher, Clinging onto thin film, its dreams aspire. To reach the skies, its heart is set on fire, Stays buoyed up in the air by trapped in desire. Eyes looking
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The Autism Song
Lyrics to a new song of mine. Will post the audio when I record it. Mostly based on snippets of comments from autistic children and adults I noted down over the years. Lines are centred so the shape of metaphoric bombs falling through their lives can be seen….
» Read moreA TIMELESS ESCAPADE
Image: Gomathi Mohan Intro: As one sits in the icy waters, watching the mighty Ganges, gurgling and splashing, flowing and bending for miles on end, a poem takes shape. A TIMELESS ESCAPADE Flowing, coalescing, glissading from a cascade, Directing centuries of trade, Lifeline on which civilizations operate; A liquid testimony that’s seen innumerable seasons pass by, From freezing ice to
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Intro: I am woken up at midnight and put on a flight. Received at the airport, I am taken downtown in a van. From there to my destination on a bicycle. I get to repeat this everday. Who am I? forms the rest of the story!
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Intro: A deep felt desire for the young ones to grow at a pace we all grew in, enjoying other things along the way and thinking, observing, learning, un-learning, doing by themselves, with their own refreshing ways and means, originality intact. Wish we adults tampered less with their growth. A prayer on behalf of all the young ones!
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Intro: A thought followed by a question had been troubling the poet for quite sometime. Sets about to find the answer and comes across many substantiating facts that confirm his belief. No matter how falsehoods are spreading with ferocity, aided by money and muscle power, Ultimately, “Truth Alone Triumphs”! Does Truth Ever Die Does truth ever die? Or a
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The Act Of Love Circles that flash with pleasures of fire, Fire that shoots to bowels and brain; Circles of soft and slippery pleasure, Circles that fill and circles that drain. Circles touching with sinewy softness, Softness as hard as ramrod or stake; Circles that sweep to planet’ry heavens, Circles to dream as if never to wake. Circles as smooth
» Read moreTrying to forget
Trying to forget but mind is independent of thought, of will Believing, seeing, memories forever Memories conceived in realms beyond human reach or touch So much, so much, too much for mortal man and soul Growing old, watching the sun go down on time Bursting embers, red glow, blotting out human existence, being Born of nothingness, incomplete, never real then, a
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