Each planet and star is a tear
drop of the universe, emotions
made form, each with there
purpose as the universe lives
and breaths life is all around.

It exists in so many forms,
the suns are its heart beats,
it skips a beat when each one
burns out and dies, but from
dust new ones are born a new
heart beat in the universe
heard all around.  

It is alive, for the places that
it gifts with life, planets and
places where different aspects
of life have sprouted and
grown.

We are grains of the universe
given life, a moment in a place
that it gifted with existence, it
shows us the beauty of out there
wonderment for our eyes.

Will we do this creation proud,
a universe that has given the
frail existence that is life, or will
be what we once were just dust
floating again in that place called
the uneverse.

I wish to sing aloud, but
my voice does scares the
crowd. Instead of standing
close and clapping they run
away screaming, can I be
that bad.

I was wishing for a coin or
two, but I ended up with a
egg in my hat and I don't
know where they got it,
but a tin of tomato soup
which  bounced off my
head, all I heard was BOO...

Some taped it on there phones,
on you tube I was found, what
you giving me a job, I felt so
proud.

Till I was told my voice would
be used to disperse crowds, they
paid me well, so what the hell.
I was singing for the crowd, but
now my voice is heard all over
the world, crowds do gather hear
me sing and run for cover.

Scared by human deed
her beauty fade to endless greed
her arms of green sent to mill
her rivers of life waste to fill
her eyes in smog lost its hue
oil spills hurt her sea blue
end doth her life without care
oh doth hearts her pain to share
green grasses frail and fail
Human deed acid hail
Art of human her face doth scar
tis our earth her end not far
call ye oh hearts to think
save her from extinctions brink

Different ways to go, so many
things to ***** a life, make once
that beat no blood to flow, spoilt
for the ways to end. to go out quite,
to go with a splat make it public
or in secret not found till I am
just bone.

I go through the pros and cons
of which way to go. a bullet is
quick, gone to fast to feel the
pain as my skull and brain
paints the wall. But what if I
pause, and I shot the side of
my face off, blind unable to eat
with out a straw, scratch that
off my list a shudder down the
spine the gun goes into its locked
draw.

Then there is the rope, from a tree
or a height as long as my feet don't
touch the floor. the Pros again quick
and cheap a snapped neck I'm gone
here no longer anymore. But what
happens, if the neck doesn't go crunch
and I'm suffocating for a life time
dyeing in pain my feet a centimetre
off the floor. No I think that is the
wrong way to go.

I go through the cons and pros so many
ways to go, this is giving me a head ache,
my head feels like its going to explode,
its better to keep my feet on the floor.
To many errors to make, ill just go in
my own time, as it could be tomorrow,
really I should cherish my life and not
try to stop the beating of my heart,
what was I thinking as I go about my
life once more.

I think of a word  and then write it out, the

rope is now thrown up and over placed

just right, I write one more the noose is

nicely tightened up just right.

  

A word comes to mind, a thought

made on paper, can I guess

what will happen next.

  

So many words writtern, things

I have done to make this right, first

was the rope, the noose tightened

just right a word on paper

the rope drawn to that which will

hold it tight.

  

Words have been writtern the

time running out, as the last

one is on paper my time has run out.

  

The hang man is finished the note

writtern out, where once there was panic

and movment, I am the hang man silent, still

the noose drawn tightly no air to escape

in or out.

  

Peace now resides on this still

  calm face, as I am waiting to be  found

with my note explaning everything

neatly writtern out.

Rains lashing down
The thunderous clouds
Applauding every drop
The clouds have opened up
Their hearts to bring hope
To the parched souls on Earth
The seeds have been lying dormant
It’s time for them to germinate
Covering our garden with greenery
For it will find roots in the soul
Deeply entrenched with belief
That every shower does not wreak havoc
It also ushers new life and hope*













© Amitav (Radiance)

Nature welcomes you with an embrace
The wind playfully caresses you
And the crescent moon still visible
And the sun playing hide-n-seek
About to rise, coloring the flaming sky
In the amphitheater of celestial sphere
There is the drama unfolding of a new day
All the spectators, waking to the spectacular
Applauding, as a tribute to the grand illustration
Of abstract paintings, with a rich hue
Dawning on us whith a new plot to enact
The sunrise guiding us with a new ray of hope
Birds leading the way, helping us dream
To reach higher and cross new horizons
I am also a spectator in the crowd
Thronging to face life, as new day has dawned*















© Amitav (Radiance)

I tell people
I'm smart,
they ask how
I know,
and I said the combined IQ of the voices in my head, told me so..

there was no love in the voice that
said would you be my wife, was
it just nerves as he asked it twice,
I stared in to open space, my life
would change for the rest of my
life.

With this word said, would I  take
him as my husband, and me his wife,
thoughts like an avalanche rolled
through my mind, will this change
us how will it change our life. I
needed to run and think, but my
legs wouldn't move, nailed to the
spot, quick sand up to my chest.

I couldn't breath, and then the mist
cleared, I was his and he was mine,
we loved each other stronger enough
for this to last through life. It had felt
like hours had past, then I looked saw
love in those eyes, on bended knee in
front of people, I shouted yes and began
to cry. That was the moment ill keep for
the rest of my life.

I had seen this
A dream
Now I feel this
reality of the dream
was my dream true
or I see future without clue

Sometimes love is as real, as a mirage in a desert

There are times, when you want to cut-off from the world.
And there are times, when no one's around you to hold.

There are times, when you've a lot to say but words fall short.
And there are times, when you've nothing at all but you still have to talk.

There are times, when you're strong enough but too scared to fight.
And there are times, when you're weak but you do what's right.

There are times, when you feel like crying but tears don't fall off your eyes,
And there are times, when you're happy but can't laugh as a friend next to you cries.

There are times, when you don't want to reveal the secrets buried in your heart,
And there are times, when you want to share but nobody's close enough to be a part.

All I want to say is, I could have lived through all those times,
If you had just said, "I'm with you sweetheart, so everything's gonna be fine".

The carpenter builds
Spilled blood on a board
And under his nails
Smashed black and blue
Indigo on a page
Words sharp like a saw
Cut to the bone
Twice measured then honed
On the streets
Alive with a beat
A rhythm and rhyme
He's counting time
With a rat-tat-tat
One nail at a time
Straight is his line
He drives it on home.

r ~ 6/2/14