What do you see
When you look into my eyes?
I can't help but wonder
Every time you stare
What's going on inside of that mind
When you look at me from afar
What is it that you think?
What are your judgmental eyes contemplating?
Your feelings are jumbled
I can't make a single one out
And I can feel everything
From everyone
Am i blinded?
Are you perfidious
Or loyal?
Will you raze me
Or raise me?
Am I just another notch
Or do you want me to be your last?
I can't tell
Everything I see points to you
Every arrow in this world
They face different ways to most
But to me, strait at you
Where will you go?
Where will we go?
Have you decided?
I want to run away into your eyes
Down that dark path
Where light reflects and makes colors
Will you let me?
On that hill
With the swing
The beautiful sunset
Lulling me with every drip of color
Life
And beauty
Whispers creating my dreams
Comforting me
Surrounding me
Pulling up from a raging sea
What do you feel?
I can't tell
And I feel everything
From everyone
Except for you

BULL   FIGHTING
(WITH A CLASSICAL TOUCH)
                  * By Raj Nandy*
(I)
The Minoan Civilization of ancient Greece,
Was well centered in the Aegean island of Crete;
And around 1600 BC this civilization had peaked!
Seeing their frescoes, and paintings on potteries
and vase,
Scholars concluded that ‘bull-jumping’ was
perfected as a gallant art!
Those jumpers grabbed the bull’s horns, -
And receiving momentum from its violent
head-****,
Vaulted over its back in a somersault,
To land on both feet to break their fall!
I was spell bound by Minoans courage and agility,
Their acrobatic feats performed with such
dexterity!
Those bulls were not killed and no blood was shed,
Some acrobats might have been injured instead!
What a shame for our bull fighters of date!

(II)
Today bull fighting has become a popular sport,
Where the bull gets slaughtered amidst loud applaud!
I recall those Roman amphitheaters that remained
jam-packed,
When the Gladiators performed their fatal acts!
But even those Gladiators had a chance to survive,
Our cornered bull has no place to hide!
Friends, to see blood is an age old thrill,
But none would like to see their own blood spilled!

(III)
Our Matador today is like a popular Rock Star,
While the bull becomes a martyr in the pit by far!
The bull’s mighty horns are sharp and strong,
Can lift up a man like a rag doll!
But when the Picador lances the bull’s ****,
The bull never gets a fair deal and jumps!
Next the Matador waves his ‘muleta’- a red cape,
The bull makes a final charge but cannot escape!
I wonder if the bull sees red!?
The Matador then amidst much pomp and applaud,
Spikes the neck severing the bull’s spinal cord!
He is greeted by flowers and cheers of ‘Ole’! ‘Ole’!
Let us learn from those Ancient Minoans, -
That's all I have got to say!
                           - by Raj Nandy

My past cursed me as it met you lately,
And It told me henceforth you are my life,
Even if this is a curse I feel and live it as a boon.

Time is travelling eternally but I want it to stop at this moment when I have seen you..
Please time,do not follow me when I am with her.
If you are not with me,I am not there myself,
Even If I conquer the world,it wouldn't be on par with the pleasure I revelled in from loving you.
The oblique drizzling drops are piercing and drenching the life within me..which is me.
It is because of you this unbearable sweet pain.

breezed into my heart when I inhaled,but don't elude me when I exhale...
You are staring at me as if you haven't influenced me,
Love for you has erupted from nothing or perhaps from staring at your eyes.
Don't fill yourself with past,live in this moment.
I am dwelling in the dreams and the waking life is telling me that the truth is in the path of loving you..and it is showing to me as a dream.
If I call this as love,then it would be diminished before this sweet pain of loving you....

What is freedom? You tell me...

The ability to walk on any surface of the earth, travel miles without a cost, explore the forest without limitations, swim through currents & rivers, dive in oceans & climb up mountains.

Away from the pollution, away from the chaos, away from the conflict, away from the destruction, away from all the noise, away from all the drama, away from all the trauma...

You tell me... being suppressed, held down, unwanted, hated, rejected, despised, displaced, *******, occupation, inchase, locked, concentrated, captive, confined.

You tell me... Is that freedom? No its not, you know what's that a SLAVE, an Indentured SERVANT, a SUBSTITUTE similar to a *******.

You tell me... whats freedom to you? Whats your definition? What you got to say about my topic? How do you feel about America's freedom? In general whats your thought about freedom? Do you think we are living in...

The Home Of The Free & The Home Of The Brave...

No restrictions No blockage No cage No cell No time To waste...

If sleep is for the weak...
Then why am I the one with dark circles and slow thoughts
That creep inside my head as the sun starts to stop

If sleep is for the weak..
Then why do I feel so afraid
To take a pill for sleepless nights
That my mind will fight and fight

windowed
is four paws
is purrs,
  written
in dna,
   all I am
allergic to.
  I think humanity,
at times, too,
    is allergic to
love and peace,
   until, I bring roses
home, and my
    horse of a dog
knocks me down
    licks my face,
and I cuddle up
   with my *****
purring.