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...who is a POET??...he is...but a dethroned king sitting among the ashes of his palace trying to fashion an image out of the ashes...
..he is the poorest of the poor..yet he carries an oasis in his heart cultivated by the caravan of his thinking...he is a pauper..but he still pretends to be a ' prince ' in the kingdom of his vivid imagination..
..he only sings when he is starving for he cannot sing if his mouth be filled with food...
..he only raises his hand to beg for he cannot raise his hands if it be filled with gold...
..his wealth is his winged imagination and fictive power to think...and ' thinking ' always acts for him as the stumbling stone to ' poetry '... :) ;)
..he is a tree watered by the river of beautiful thoughts..and carries in his heart a lamp unconquered by darkness..
..yes..he seeks NIRVANA..not by counting coins of gold..but in leading his sheep to greener pasture..in seeking a smile from humanity...in putting his child to sleep..and in writing the last line of his poem... :)

...he will be unheard until humans honor the dead and forget the living..for then only upon his ' death '... ' he ' will rule their hearts...and his kingdom will have no ending... :) :) ;)
..TO HAVE GREAT POETS..THERE MUST BE GREAT AUDIENCES TOO... :)

Monday 23 August 2010

..auburn beauty.. :) ;)

..there lives a girl who's sugar n sweet..
..it was destiny that made us meet...
..armed with a cannon..this ' pretty ' software engineer '...
..is all set to conquer the world n domineer..
..' a magic sorrounds this girl '..i saw a truth fairy declare..
..so in my poem..i try bring her pure naked soul to bare..
..she's courageous,dauntless,gritty n ' brave '..
..all these qualities in her..is what i rave...
..one look at her will take you on a flight to heaven..
..thats the magic of this ' dusky ' raven...
..hates people who do fag n smoke..
..is tht why??? infront of her sinners like me tremble n choke...
..she doesn't believe in the word ' impossible '...
..because anything for her is achievable..
..loves readin the world of angels n demons..
..then into her own little world she crayons...
..Oh!!!..her beauty..every poet does crave...
..this ' nymph ' can make any poet her slave..
..her pictures  are poetry spillin from every frame..
..thats the unseen talent of this ' brunette dame '...
.. a poem of ' emotions ' surging ahead like a stream..
..these  images come alive..talk,romance,orate,cry n scream..
..her camera goes click,click,click..showin u her creative prowess..
..thats the  fictive  power of this auburn duchess...
..though miles seperate us..one thing keeps us glued..
..its our love for one common thing..that is food...
..i saw a canary flying by..as it cooingly sang...
..that ' her,me n maggie  do make a perfect gang '..
..if God asked me for a ' wish ' that i could transgress....
..it would be gettin drunk in the beauty of this brown sorceress ..
..I  would be willing to be in His slender chains...
..if in the labyrinths..with my ' gang ' i was to forever detain... :) ;)

Monday 9 August 2010

.. the beast awakens...



..water kept on pourin down..
..the heavens opened up creating in a  sense of fear..
..the streams swole,banks overflowed,day turned into night..
..but still the rain poured like a hose..
. then black pregnant clouds did burst...
...growling...splitting the earth.. water came gushing....in a mood to slaughter..
....everyone in the sleepy villages felt the tremor..
..setting everyone's heartbeat into a pulsating race...
..the sound was enormous..like a beast  awoken frm his sleep..
....people fled for the hills.. running from nature's onslaught..
.. the sight was unimaginable...horrific..gory..macabre..
..like a monster..weedy murk came around swallowing everythin on its way..
..sweeping stubborn layers of noxious debris...
..with sheets of muddy water encapsulating low land..
..uprooting trees from the deep recesses of ground..
..sparing none..submergin all visible land...
..shrieks,wails,shouts,screams everywhere..followed by a deafening silence...
...the dead lay scattered all around..buried under the rubble..
...hundreds of dreams lay 'dead'....crushed to death amidst the roar..
... the rain still continued with unrelenting fury..
..though the dead could not shout  anymore..
...it still growled,roared n blooded for more...

..rising above the turmoil..the people still stood united..
.mothers,fathers,sons,daughters..stood..hand in hand..
...water licked their knees..tears welled their eyes...
..but they  made a pledge..not to be cowed..to rebuild..
..to be strong n unbeaten..to never submit to that blood thirsty beast.. 🥴😏