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Worry knot chokes out the living daylights

I know from personal experience
the foolhardiness of
courting, flirting, honeymooning...
worse case scenario,
particularly when just a wee lad,
yours truly internalized
unfamiliar bodily aches and pains
as a death sentence,
slept with one eye opened
against nightmarish fiends birthed

courtesy overactive imagination
and subsequently did buzzfeed
crowded house of mind
ranking as capital one pet peeve
that festered and kickstarted
linkedin deplorable mental outlook,
which anguish expended
emotional exhaustion all for naught

Middle Age

MIDDLE AGE

What a world, if all were young or old
With no middle aged, none in between
Tensions would be of a different kind
Big generational gaps one would find
Reaching maturity, the strangest scene
A sudden ageing and feeling the cold

But there might be a strange alternative
No jump in age, just premature expiry
And for those of more advanced years
A youthful renaissance, bringing tears
Strange events scribbled in one’s diary
Yet glad of an extended chance to live

Such weird powers somehow at work

bird, nirvana


took flight, just as I opened my eyes,
as if it had been nesting on the eyelids
& was alarmed at the collapse of its home.

but it wasn't a flight of alarm - not a single feather -
before entering the factory, leaving behind a trail
of the desire to know.

the wheels drenched in soot kept its original colour a secret,
turning endlessly with a sliver of intended symphony,
fueled by a flame & fuelling the fire - an infernal cycle.

but the bird called nirvana whistles - you chase, imitate,

November Blessings

This is a children's poem "November Blessings" The good generous Lord, He preached, the throngs of people, He reached, then, from elderly to younger, they began to hunger, He prayed, then a multiplicity of loaves and fishes, today, we thank Him for bountiful dishes, His light casts into my soul, I feel His love midst autumnal snows.

In Praise of Meter

The earth is full of rhythms so precise
the octave of the crystal can produce
a trillion oscillations, yet not lose
a second’s beat. The ear needs no device
to hear the unsprung rhythms of the couch
drown out the mouth’s; the lips can be debauched 
by kisses, should the heart put back its watch
and find the pulse of love, and sing, devout.

If moons and tides in interlocking dance
obey their numbers, what’s been left to chance?
Should poets be more lax—their circumstance
as humble as it is?—or readers wince

Stars


Inadvertently seeing your eyes full of tenderness,
in just a moment,
the stars in the sky are dimmed,
the stars are shining,
the roses on the roadside are blooming,
where my day is your late night, the vast galaxy is decorated with countless stars.

Light and Snow

Their paws run lightly through the snow;
    my boots create deep craters.
Like sunshine their eight dog feet flow.
    My trotters are invaders

disfiguring the frosty meadow.
    While tearing across that sheet,
their paws are plainly not larghetto.
    Not only are they fleet,

they hardly make a dent or print;
    the icy snow stands flawless.
As I trudge toward the sun and squint,
    my dogs look like they’re pawless;

Who’s at fault

Mayhem, pandemonium
total chaos, bedlam, devastation.
A soft, soothing breeze turns
into a whirlwind, a tornado causing
death, destruction and unimagined misery…
Is it the fault of the fair wind?

The life-giving rainfall
cool, refreshing, revitalizing,
turns into a rainstorm, a fierce
thundershower and lightning
spawning flash flood, landslides
with catastrophic consequences…
Is it the fault of the water?

A common man, a homebody,
God-fearing, good,
eking out a simple livelihood,
living a frugal life sparingly,

Doomsday Clock minute hand...

hovers over 100 seconds to midnight
as of January 2022,
which apocalyptic prognostication
established by the Bulletin
of Atomic Scientists
maintained since 1947,
the clock quantifies a metaphor
for threats to humanity
from unchecked scientific
and technological advances.

Very thin sliver of time remains
before zero hour realized,
but countless heroic measures attainable
prior to Doomsday Clock striking midnight
(witnessing global annihilation unleashed
courtesy malevolent forces
wrought by egregious
ingenious narcissistic mankind),