There is a world of Light and Darkness , always battling.
That is always hidden from Us from all of all of Our eyes.
Where Good and Evil fight for each of Our Souls everyday.
Where Christ Prays for each of Us to Overcome Evil too.
There is a World , Where Christ heart breaks each time he see.
That One of Us lets go of His hand and walks over to evil one.
There Is A World where A Sinful Man lays down His sinful Life.
To Walk with with Holy Angels and Saints Alike To dance in Life.
To Sing , To Praise Christ whom is Worthy of all of the Praises Indeed.

Mel, Melliflucious say the songs she sings.
Like glimpses in the longing and belonging it seems.
Hymns flow by like daydreams, end with gin and a nod.
... I am the God

They fly by me smiling, so I don't get in the way
I'm floating on an island and I'm gonna stay here all day.
The moon has taken over the old tyrant sun.
... I am the One

And when the ground had settled, and I couldn't keep her awake.
I dreamed about tomorrow, and what difference it'd make.
And child would adore me for all the miles I've ran
... I am the man

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Dolefully trudge to my chamber this night.
Carrying burden of this inimical plight.
Scrawling as a means to drop this weight light.
But alas, who will read these words that I write?

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Heaven in a dark place.
Jokers with no face.
Not a moment free yet not a thing to do.
The theif paints his cell walls.
With crushed plants and it falls.
Ivory clouds speckle the sky of blue.
Deep in the brain stem.
A bulb burning light dim.
Wallows the roots of everything once feared.
Blind marchers guiding.
Hunters found hiding.
Messy brigade leaves the ruins cleared.
Time will move on and on and on and on and on you too soon.
By the time your eyes adjust to the sun you'll be seeing the moon.
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He speaks the language of flowers
Quietly toiling in his garden
Digging, raking and smoothing soil,
Gently coaxing nature to match his vision.
He knows the bees, spiders, beetles, worms and earwigs
Regarding them as friends.
He follows seasons, moon and stars
As others do people
Enthralled at the changes they bring.
He listens as the birds sing
Watching with joy as
Fledgling take wing.

Dear Friends, this poem was composed many years ago and posted on ‘Poemhunter.com’. Time here is compared to the money lender and miser Shylock in Shakespeare’s ‘Merchant Of Venice’, where Shylock insisted on cutting out a pound of flesh from the merchant Bassanio, for having failed to pay back the loan taken from Shylock! Hope you like it, - Raj


                TIME THE GREAT USURER
      TIME the great usurer, is a great miser too,
      Always knows the cost of things to be paid
      back by you!
      It readily loans you the desired amount in
      number of years.
      Smilingly assures and allays all your doubts
      and fears.
      It makes the loan to appear like a free gratis,
      So you hardly bother to take any notice!

       But with the passage of growing years and
       life depleting with time,
       In paying back your interests, you got to
       default sometime.
       Precisely at that moment, the usurer knocks
       rather loud,
       And through death takes back its’ principal
       amount !
      
       Alas, Time the great Shylock knows the cost
       of everything.
       When will it learn to appreciate the value
       we attach to things?
                                             -Raj Nandy, New Delhi.