Whirling Gusts

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As I hugged the unusual, empty, snaking road,

I was well aware of the invincible presence,

A whoring evil presence… staring…hating,

Line of unsettled faces souring with loath

 

Sometimes I felt naked under their invincible gawk,

Overwhelmed with the stench of everlasting exhaustion,

But the feeling also filled my soul with a sickly sweet anticipation,

Of fate, luck or even unluck

 

The growing wind carried a myriad of strange dialects,

They were hissing sounds with undercurrents of fury,

What’s wrong with leading my life? Owning my life?

Doing what I want, where I want and how I want it!

 

I struggled to keep all obscenity well hidden in my heart,

Feeling the joy and the hurt of it too,

It attracted a strange and a curiously exciting feeling,

It felt unearthly, delectable, sweet and satisfying

 

I got distracted by a lone spidery purple flower,

It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant,

The flower carried neither any perfume nor odor,

Fire from the sky sent red hot winds along its path

 

They hissed violence that equaled the thumping of my chest,

They came from the sky of death to life,

They multiplied like maggots in a corpse,

Were they winds of change or of a new assurance?

 

Everything and everyone was battered down,

Consumed by self-fed agony,

Except for the lonely purple flower,

That huddled defensefully deep in the loose soil…

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Inspiring Quote

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One should not limit his progress only to the point of moral codes.

~Bhagavad Gita

 

Someone’s Watching

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Helpless and hopeless I lose to my senses

I know I have the weakest flesh,

And I am unlucky enough to witness,

This is my chaos of existence

 

I keep blowing away every single ray of light,

Innocently I surrender my soul to the shadowy,

And wear it so comfortably like an old hat,

Even the town’s drunk seems contented with it

 

The land feels dry and hot in my feet,

As I desperately search for the scattered grass,

At least to assure myself that I will see that ray again,

Or even hope to get help from that who’s watching

 

My life is as fragile like a petal amidst dry lands,

I feel it receding like a boat on a shore,

It is getting away as in violence,

I only need that trifling mound of love

 

The world vibrates with piercing punishment,

Today is harder than the day before,

It is a strange sad mortality,

But the desire to live burns inside me,

It bursts like an over-flared balloon

 

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Twilight

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Twilight came soaked with different colors,
Amber, orange, red, gold and distilled purple,
It was shimmering and spectacular against the blue sky,
It seemed to suggest and remind me the beauty of living

The rhythm of the soft breeze passed through the lone tree,
It seemed to carry delicious secrets to the naked branches,
For the naked branches swayed instinctively from side to side,
Spreading the intoxicating rhythm slowly to my trusting soul

The intricacies of the setting sun were reflected in the flower petals,
The majesty of the light that shone through them centered my heart,
They seemed to teach me how to cope with the storms in my life,
That truth was bigger than all the mysterious shadows I’d ever seen

The sun’s low orange candle carried warmth that I could only imagine,
It was strange and carried a quality that I could never give a name to,
For that quality permitted my transparent reflections to live and thrive,
And unburden myself of all the hurt, worries and suck aspirations

The tree indicated an innate dignity that was free of any pride,
That is what kept it alive despite being dishonored time after time,
A quality that came naturally like the warmth of the rising sun,
Abyss of desires washed through my body as I sucked in the moment,

That moment was magical
It was peaceful,
It was wild,
It was unrestricted,
And I desired for a quiet continuity…