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In the era of demons, who loves God?
In the era of lies, who follows truth?
In the era of body counts, who loves the soul?
In the era of Kaliyuga, who is human?

In the era of pretenders, who is trustful?
In the era of rapes, who is respectful?
In the era of killings, who makes sacrifices?
In the era of Kaliyuga, who follows dharma?
According to Hinduism/Sanatan Dharma kaliyuga is defined as an era which is basically the end of the world the demon "kali" will become so powerful that it will manipulate people's mind and people will become demons so God will come and save everyone and will start a new era in which everyone will follow dharma.
A bit of Black.
A piece of Scarlet.
There's no turning back.
When I place my rings upon you
nothing is beyond my grasp.
Each rotate to became the main body of it.
In place of angels
the hand of friendship
forms a pattern on the wall.
It's there to remind us
we're all sitting targets.
My average means I don’t have to take final exams.
So my bachelor's degree is a finished product.
I cranked it out, all that’s left now is the walk (May 18th).
Let’s call it my nearly forgotten masterpiece.
My schedule says that I start a 1-year ‘master of public health’ degree in 38 days.

It was my mom’s idea. She said, “You need to keep active” (pre- med-school).
It sounds crazier to me now than it did last year, when I was accepted and agreed.
Now, I feel like some chary, aging showgirl who’s about to be hustled back on-stage.
But what’s life without massive compromise?
Anyway, don’t cry for me. I’m still sizing it all up, I’ll figure it out.

I suppose we’re all out there hustling.
It’s our response to slowing med-school admissions,
those glitches in the medical, industrial education complex
or that’s how the narrative’s shaped, anyway.
It’s not the additional work that bothers me, I’m regular worker bee,

It’s the perma-threat of loneliness.
I’m already packing. Leaving feels real
and I'm surfing this maudlin wave tonight—shading deep blue.
The simple march of time will take away friends I’ve grown to love.
We’ve allegorised and transformed one another by proximity.

I’ve really loved it here.
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Songs for this:
Graduation (Friends Forever) by Vitamin C
Graduation Day by Tony Rivers & The Castaways
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 04/10/25:
Chary = someone who’s cautious about doing something.
"Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final."
- Rainer Maria Rilke

Quiet fingertips press
I make no disturbance
As I move from foot to foot
Gentle. As if not to startle myself.
Dull-eyed
Drape. Rhythm leaves me.
All pattern, pose, skill.
I have lived - a day -
A night - perhaps.
22.04.2025
A butterfly
in rain—
it is not wet
but undone
with too much cloud
not enough
sky.

Its wings—
thin pamphlets
of joy
silk slick
as sermon pages
in a storm.

Each flap
a soaked insistence—
up
up—
but no purchase
on the wet air.

Hope—
makes poor shelter
but it wears it
anyway.
It was I
who set heaven aflame
and stilled the fires of hell.
Engulfed by the smoke
with tears in my eyes
I am burned, and blind.
But when all is gone,
there will only be You.
This is my final prayer.
This piece is about what happens when you step beyond traditional religious beliefs. When you burn heaven and deny hell, you're no longer playing by the standard Sunday  prescription of religion—you’re willingly moving beyond theology into direct experience. And that shift is not easy. It’s disorienting. Painful. Like being consumed by fire and left blind in the smoke. But it’s also necessary. Because only when everything we thought we knew is gone—only then—do we come face to face with what’s real. This is my final prayer: not to the false God of doctrine, but to the God who remains when all else is stripped away.
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