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In the absense of hope
and the onset of hopelessness
we seek intervention
in the form of divinity or
our forefathers

watching us pander away
our lives and our souls...
but are we worthy to be saved
given another chance?
will a chosen few be spared
those that have held some shred
of the human genome?

the black knight watches us
reporting to God or to those that
brought us here
on our digression

if Paradise is to survive
the cleansing is inevitable
pray
oldie...slightly revised
red Sun burns the oceans
beaches left barron
save for bleached bones
of fish large and small
unable to swim deep

when the last of electricity fails
when the water is gone
we all burn in the fireless rapture
Mother has spoken
she has cleared her vines
of withered fruit

the last breath
echoes across the scorched
hauntingly void landscape
the rainclouds move in
oldie
I have found her
within the chaos
within the dense, saturated cover of the human malady
she fell to me
when I had feared that the connection was lost
emotion that fires straight to what is left of our souls

funny how truth can be so clear in love
yet so distant, so muddled in life

I have found her
and she has found my heart
still beating,
my dreams
to be awakened
my hopes to be fulfilled
when carried
into the fray
oldie - revised
A good man is soon out of company.

The woman he lives with
believes he is a fool
and having seen no sign of his cure
she feels insecure.

He is weak and so acts good,
she rues in bitter mood.

Goodness buys him no good place anywhere.

People interpret his grace his kindness
as his meekness.

He leaves his seat for others
but is never offered a seat
with sellers he is nice
but parts paying the worst price
being never vocal with claim
favors seldom find his name.

Yet in goodness only
his heart loves to dwell
and on the humble bed
he sleeps well.
A tension spilling ..
Like  burden of fear...
Kites of joy and happiness
Peace of mind...
May be in deep love
unexpressed
Depression...
!!!
 Apr 2018 Kanak Kashyup
Shobhit
They just lie down there,
Without saying a word.
And they could meditate
On the rhythm of each other's breath.
Gradually, the tangled thoughts
effortlessly unwind themselves.
And they don't even ask how.
All they care is all they know.
She is just her.
He is just him.
They just are
on a perpetual par...'
Can you relate?
That day
As we walked
In that enchanted garden
We plucked
A rose each
As we stole
Silent glances
As you put
The rose
To your face
I knew
The invisible bees
Carrying arrows
Of flowery
Feelings
Had departed
From a heart
To another one!
Would the fragile
Rose be
Gear enough?
Well ,rose
Surrenders itself to
People easily
It signifies
Something special
So, the heavens
Had this
Surrender
Of joy
Ecstasy
Glowing with
A pretty
Emotion
In someone's fate
Who was it?
I knew.......
:-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)
Enchantment!
Planet
Blue,lively
Rotating,revolving,unique
Caring mother to all
Earth.
A cinquain on what we call our home in this universe as the universal set,and this solar system as a subset !
it just appeared on the tv screen
like black bold letters on a computer
set at the largest font
there
between the two chatting faces
sitting at the table in a restaurant
upon the white wall
TOM


it just appeared
my name
and then faded away
the faces kept chatting
as I slapped myself
hoping to find that I was dreaming
but I was not
I was awake
someone had just sent me a message
a message that they were here
I could not move for several minutes
my heart raced and a cold wave
cut through me like winter wind
through a cheap coat
 
the shadows danced in a different manner
the chill I felt could not be subdued with blankets
the cracking walls and creeking floors were now alive
on this night
in this house
the haunting had begun
oldie - absolutely true story
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