A Snowflake

A snowflake dances in the air

Like a child running after its rabbit

Wizzing between chairs in living room.

A snowflake drops and melts

Like memories of childhood and

Grows into a rose next spring.

Memories don’t die

Memories are not forgotten

Memories melt and grow.

November 23, 2020

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Beloved!

Beloved!

Aphrodite leaves the battlefield

After devouring her latest lover

Not the last by any means

But even Goddess of love

Needs her rest

And beauty sleep.

“Goddesses do not sleep”

Interrupted a rude man in the

Temple of shadows and faces.

Aphrodite sought a cool shadow

Sought aphrodisiac thoughts

Temple stood in her way

Long forlorn shadow lured her in the

Temple, shadows and faces and a lonely

Man greeted her into the hollow of

Bare walls.

He sits

He meditates

He forgets

He notices her

He invites her to a communion

“Dalliance”, she asks

“Serious”, he replies

Explaining the tantric ways of

Dissolving into Gods.

She laughs.

Love doesn’t need communions or

Dissolving.

Love needs a presence out of the

Shadows

Living through the eyes of a

Beloved.

Are you a beloved?

November 23, 2020

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A Goddess Lost

Silence fills the void

Starring at the horizon I see the

Line between my wall and the

Ceiling.

Caged horizon is all there is

I close my eyes in despair.

Fire … the fire place is lit

Horses gallop through the fire

Hallow sketched of light

Lines of brightness

Ridden by a mistress of

Beauty, unspoken beauty for the

Ages.

Athena … Minerva

I whisper feverishly and

Jump.

Athena … Minerva

I whisper feverishly spreading the

Books

Around me in circles

Few books left souvenirs from

Time gone

Time I cherished my Athena

Time of fading memory

Time I often spoke to Minerva

Laughing at my childishness.

She looked at me

Wide eyes

Beautiful eyes

Spoke in the voice of pain

Where is my Athenaeum?

Where are the candles?

Where is the soul of being?

Where is the heart of living?

Where is the joy, the pleasures, the

Intercourse in the wilderness of endless war

Body and mind

Where …

When the goddess of wisdom looks

Lost

What can a mortal do?

Withering both

Body and mind

Goddess lost

Frozen in time

Rejected

Fear and loneliness

Draw her beautiful face

Withering memories of

School days

Withering imagination of an innocent

Boy lost.

Would the lost goddess ever return?

November 22, 2020

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Noise outside

So a hundred student lined up

For the latest kata the Shifu

Will demonstrate

The Sensei will dance the steps

The teacher, who is standing in readiness,

Will part with his knowledge

To the benefit of the lined human bodies

And suddenly

An explosion of noise

A laughter

A scream

Utterances of word noises

Incomprehensible

Behind the door

A thousand student line broken

They shutter

They scatter

The Senpi stands alone puzzled

The teacher is lost in the empty space

The teacher sits on the floor defeated.

Lesson concludes unlearned!

February 20,2020

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Class disarray

A teacher stands in despair

Another student leaves noisily

A chaos of restless bodies

Another question marks

The crowd lacking the listening skill

The same answer is given the hundredth time

A teacher stands in despair

Observing unruly class

Observing the disintegration of own soul

A shadow paces across the floor

The torturous hour is over

Another unlearned lesson done for the day

A shadow paces across the floor

To fading into oblivion.

February 19, 2020

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To Last

Tell me something to last

She told him with the flicker of life in

Her eyes is dimming

Bleeding internals are sucking

Her energy into the

Dark matter of eternal sleep

Tell me something to last

She said and

He looked blankly back at

Her, his source of energy

His eternal light dimming.

February 19, 2020

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Ray of pain

A singular ray penetrates

My skin through a nano sized hole

Into the depth of my unknown

Is there a soul

Is there an essence

Is there me?

A singular ray penetrates

My skin through a nano sized hole

And lay the eggs of pain

Is that me

In the mirror, pale?

A ray

A silver lining

A shadow drawn in void

By the ray of pain in me,

I am, become!

February 13, 2020

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A day in the life of Sample Undone!

Random Debt from the famous Guide

Showed up at his door

One day

Followed by the collectors of

Westworld on her heels

One day

Filled with shows one after the other

Empty time strung randomly into

One day

Pizza boxes, empty cans a

Continuation of strings

Binging on blurred TV

Days are compressed into

One day

Empty stares into a

Day filled with a suspended note of

Existence, a Sample

Simply Undone!

February 12, 2020

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After party

He arrived late to the party

Uninvited

In mayhem he cashed his cheque

He arrived late to the party

Undetected

In mayhem he found his chances

He arrived late to the party

Uninterrupted

In mayhem he collected

His ticket

His winnings

And left

Unchallenged!

February 11, 2020

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Scary love

He was a young man

A lonely soul

An accident took all those

He loved

The parents, the family

And left him

With a big heart empty.

He was a young man

A thousand miles away

In hiding, working hard

Behind his girlfriend’s picture

He hid his intentions

He built a clear picture

About a young man with inheritance.

They met seven months ago

Love bloomed

The empty heart has a source

Of joy to whom gave love

Both lost the family

They shared much more

Until tragedy struck!

He was willing to help

With all he has got

She didn’t want charity

She just wanted help

With inheritance beyond

The imagination except

Of a criminal

He was tricked

She ran away with the money.

Few months late he got her arrested

But she swore it wasn’t her

Their eyes met

They faced the truth

They joined arms

And faced the trickster

Giving him a taste of his medicine

By legal means!

On his day in court

He was denounced and sentenced

On his day in court

They were announced and cheered

On his day in court

They were thousands of miles away

From him already forgotten

New memories took his place.

February 11, 2020

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