Parody

The incontinent silence of the day, fallen heroes and heroines. The week is in its mandibles, chewing on fodder, and laying to waste or plenty harvest. I have an uncommon agenda, the fluid notion of what essence a life commands.

Little jots of ink, convey meaning, haphazard and aligned to the vigorous contests of the to day. I am actualizing, I will win.

Fungus

There is an unfamiliar agent,
A family of the pungent,
Arousing thoughts so urgent,
Introducing this subject,
Encouraging that notion of design,
And a particular nature,
Treated with adventure,
Readily agitating my beliefs,
Sorting depth with the brief,
Scents of intuition,
Sense of intention,
Pronouncements of maturity,
Under scrutiny,
Revealing some poetry,
That colorful agent,
Requiring little reverence,
A lively reference,
From a kindly eminence,
Walking on this platter,
Working what matters,
Within this level of dwelling,
With inked mental swelling,
A thesis and anti-thesis,
Like a market place,
Individuals roam here,
Does Rome hear?
The bargain for value,
The process of virtue,
The conscience will catch you,
The content will clutch you,
For those few among you,
With no mental curfews!

तसते फॉर लाइफ..

Will post a new list of poetry compositions

Learnt

Genius is spurned!

School of thought…

These words are numbing,

But they still keep coming,

Steel in my blood still rusting,

It is stained with mind,

With optimum lines,

Being transformed,

Into a school of thought.

Where people levitate,

When their minds meditate,

On these predicates,

Lines on a poem,

Activating some reality,

In a maternity,

Pregnant with thought,

Words, whose worth can’t be bought,

We are ink – credible,

We write legible,

Not Da Vinci code,

Deciphering parables,

But we are the parables,

Minds so inconceivable,

realize the impossible,

view from a conical,

point to the logical,

life of the prodigal,

son of the literal,

rhyme of the liberal,

mind of this critical,

kind of the eternal,

rise from the internal,

souls on a journal,

poem with a verbal,

sign of reversal,

thoughts in conversion,

drawing from a passion,

off a school of thought.



Bless this herb,

That has made this lab,

In my mind of experiments,

Can collect my intelligence.

Compose in this residence,

Space with some sentiments,

a Poem with the evidence,

of life beyond the evident,

grasp of the present tense,

until when its provident,

to remind what is prominent,

truth and some common sense.

Are the light of a school of thought.



So I bring in this capacity,

Life without apology,

Thought in an algorithm,

Velocity with rhythm,

Tenacity in prism,

Diffract this reason,

Then you might season,

Like a leaf on a tall tree,

Imagine being free,

From fear of anything,

From tear by menacing,

Obstacles in the system we,

Are bread and born to be,

Puppets and marionettes,

Classified by the net,

Profit margin of the rest,

Cream on a crest,

Of a man’s daily bread,

Until instead,

We have nothing read,

To us from the dead,

To learn from them,

Undo our mistakes,

Rise the stakes,

Make this a better place,

And show a little face,

When we surface,

Our own schools of thought.

Infest

In as many things as we are wont to admit; I suppose I bear some of my own confessions that would readily lead admissions. Recently, I have become engaged in an arduous task to decipher my surroundings. I read into human behavior like a philosopher in thick framed glasses, and I even manage an unsatisfactory groan when I do not receive as much response as I might have considered electable.
Yet, even in the mundane and overly done, I suppose something’s are nowadays quite uncommon. In a way, there are things that won’t escape me or my scrutiny. For in thought, I pay due all interest and unceremoniously move on to other things. I have become callous with words; every time I want to label something, tag it and call it mine as soon as I discover it.
This must be how the colonizers might have felt, treading in sacred and inhabited grounds just to give and appendage names and titles on their robes and whips. Somewhat I assume is such the fashion of my mental upheaval. I want to colonize the next and coming of things, people and the ideal. Reality may prove to copy the pattern into the habit of the surrounding, that I may see myself in the sequence of common and rapid reflection.
Am all over the place for now... I might manage to clear up the rendition a little later. Right now, it might as well unwind and tangle anyone!

U.V. Light…

Postings from my journal,
drawing from a monologue,
A soul in monotone…
just feeling,
defeated by culture,
under whelmed by structures,
of a generational nature,
still trying to nurture,
a moral texture,
an incompatible creature,
from incorruptible scriptures,
a poetic play of pictures,
events an’ potent fixtures,
of potential,
with literary credentials,
A. B. C. initials…
Autonomous…
Beautiful…
Conscience…
A nerve conference,
A word with context,
An’ no complex,
Intentions behind this text,
Except,
shed some light,
On this black lightness,
Book,
Chapter and verse,
On a referendum fuss,
By a political class,
REFER’D – EN –DUM
with clauses an’ gum,
chewing ‘yes’ an’ ‘nah’
an’ I watch them go,
mess our table manners
with taboo banners,
by KABOOM!! planners,
on a freedom park,
lost in the dark,
losing life,
to a white darkness…
a light madness…
under U.V. Light.

Are we lacking chlorophyll?
labeled with green coloring,
To be bombarded so,
Are we vegetables?
to be bloodied with war,
on a dry soil bed,
with fragments of led.
how many must go dead?
Shall we count to ten?
What then,
If all men,
Turn against each other,
for a political clamor,
for the fame an’ glamor,
an’ forget all honor,
lose all savor,
for humanity.
of sanity.
an' what's reality?
we have faculties of elimination,
as well of appropriation.
These lines we divide with,
Between people,
Onto self,
Onto wealth…
So only a few can get,
for only a few can let,
class,
rank,
in society…
lose its grip on life’s propriety,
so there’s a continuity,
to rig that mind of piety,
to rip that heart of poetry,
to deface fluency,
create new dependency,
on all good things,
that were once free…
like me...
under U.V. Light!