The day is covered
by the black velvet night.

Shining through the tiny
moth bites, the stars.

A gaping hole crowns
the night with moonlit light.

And as we bathe ourselves
in illumination…

The skin feels the bouncing
rays of the night-light,

As it traverses the distance
between the sun, the moon and us.

The silence of the night
reverberates in melancholy.

The ears so used of the daily din
feel robbed empty….

Until the moon echoes nostalgically
of the moonlit nights past.

Wrapped under
this black velvet I stay.

Gazing into the oblivion
of the twinkling starlight.

The moon speaks softly in my ear,
of those I so wished were here.

- - - - Tabhu

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3 questions

Polluted, the air that I see this world through,
Distorted, the sounds that I so wish to hear,
Contaminated, everything that I want to posses,
I ask then, how do I keep my heart clean?

Faded, the instances that make my memories,
Jaded, the edicts that I made for myself,
Corroded, the pillars that my belief stood upon,
I ask then, how do I keep my will strong?

Broken, the wings that gave flight to my fancy,
Stuck, the levers that buoyed my thoughts,
Empty, the tanks that fuelled my imagination,
I ask then, how do I keep my spirit soaring?

My heart may be dirty, but my feelings are clean.
My will may be weak, but my dignity shall not bend.
My spirit may be low, but my soul shall transcend.

- - - Tabhu

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Photo by: Jaabo. The image is a clip from a video (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=egXoY3n3Cy8). The image is licensed under the same terms as the video.

for all ye there

unkind

in what ye do
in what ye eat
in what ye say

there is a fiery rope
to drag thy soul
on the road to hell

scream or moan
with a fish hook
through thy neck
and nose

thee shall bear
the pain of all ye killed
or culled
for taste, tradition, fun, gain,
medicine, just or,
sham ignorance.

thy pleas
or bending knees
shall not be heard
or seen
for there are no ears
or eyes
of the
soul-dragger.

so shall be the fate
of all ye

unkind.

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Photo by: Someone unknown from India.

The skin felt the heat first
but the first to burn was the hair.
First the hair behind the palms,
and then the ones on the arms,
then those on the leg
and then
the ones on the head.

Hair do not burn as if on fire.
They just shorten in length,
slowly,
because of the heat.
Once the hair are gone,
the skin starts burning.
It is the skin
on the back first
because I am lying,
face up.

There is no feeling on the back
till the heat touches the bone.
That happens first
before the skin of the arms is
burnt.
The heat touches the heel bone
before it touches the nail of the toe.

The muscles of the hind burn first
before the heat takes the scalp.
A few vertebra dislocate
as the joining tendons burn.

The waist goes next
and then the chest.
The organs go first
before the enclosing bones.

The eyes melt first
before the cheeks are gone.
The tongue burns first
before the skull cracks.

The heat shrinks the brain
before the knees crack.
The chest collapses
before the skull breaks.
The brain is burnt
before the last bone dislocates.

The body does not react to all this,
because it is dead.
What I write is an experience
that none can express.

It is the mind that watches
the movement of time.
It is time that passes,
not 'us' passing time.

It is the mind that told
my son to write.
I know this will give
a tear to his eye.
He stood with me
on that day,
so I stand with him
on this day,
to express what all must feel,
but none can express.
An experience of a
lifetime!

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Un shed, quiet, silent, sorrowful.
Full of dejection, fear and anticipation.
Un shed ,quiet ,silent,sorrowful
Full of dejection, fear and anticipation
often, just drops of water ....
for the onlookers.
Agony and helplessness
gives them shape,
Shattered dreams, lost friends
Out of happiness ...do they appear?
I've only heard...Never felt
Oh...! I'm talking about tears

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The Hollow Leaves
Spread out upon the ground,
Out of mere sadness there's a tug at the heart
To light the spark of what were looking for
The twilight sun has tainted our vision
Through the trees, a nature's release
In spreading the disease.
We spent a lifetime in harmony
Out of mere sadness and tragedy
A beautiful union to believe
To have faith, a willing to achieve
The hollow leaves were blowing in the breeze.
Illumination in its timeless radiance
A sprinkling array of blissful care
None the worse for wear
We each can listen to the inner sound of our soul
A grand sparkling array of vast filled radiance abounds.

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The thought which every one knows.
sheepishness to believe.
suspicious why!

I m not good. We r not good.
nothing was good in our surroundings.
screwed country.
worsening humans.
No more indications,
haggard life.

The thought which every one knows.
sheepishness to believe.
suspicious why!

The stone became God.
depressed mind.
screwed people.

The thought which every one knows.
sheepishness to believe.
suspicious why!

beyond the peoples view n opinions
oh..! my heart n mind could you stand strongly.
My soul saying you that you only good for your self...
N this matter of truth irritates me daily..!!

The thought which every one knows.
sheepishness to believe.
suspicious why.. why.. why..!!!

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