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He finds himself standing there
Arms helplessly outstretched
A desperate plea to those who see
With nothing he calls his own

He makes eye contact shamefully
To those that pass him by
He tries to speak words
But is surrounded in silence

Excuse me sir-he hopelessly think
Can you spare a dime?
But these thoughts never leaves
his tired mind

A man to his right
Whistles as he walks by
Hey homeless,he cries
Get a job and stop whining

He pretends he cant hear him-
As the passerby starts to smile
You got yourself in this
Now homeless get a life!

His feet are swollen
From aimlessly standing all day
He tries to walk
But his legs dont comply

He hears laughter from the passerby
As he turn to face the sun
Inside his soul is aching
Yet its another day only begun

As the day race on
He finds more people walking by
As if they try to hide
The fact that hes  there

Excuse me madam
Can you help me please?
But the tears in his eyes
Is not enough to convince

She picks up her pace
As she hurries on by
Not today,she yells
And then turns out of sight

He finds himself standing there
Lord,how did i let this be?
Is there still hope,he wonders
Alone and Tearily
Would death bring freedom
From this misery?
Is there nothing oh Lord
You can do...

The sun starts to set in the sky
Soon it will become night
And as the cold wind picks his face
He knows the streets he will pace

And within his eye
He sees a darkness passing by
Its just another day leaving
Yet another plea dying in plain sight

Its the unfairness of Life....
REM moments
are where dreams begin
under the eye-lids
the activity pulses
with movement
all that's seen
is quite extraordinary
you're climbing an unconquerable mountain
and the ascent is so effortless
nothing hampering
what you've always
had in mind
this vision so live like
all your night imaginings
materialize

men and women
over the ages
have bought their dreams
to fruition
the first step
originated
in nocturnal reverie
as they strove forward
on successes golden road

yep them dreamers
of the REM set
achieving much
through accessing the mind's
phantasmagorical corridors
 Aug 2018 Ajit Saigal
Pagan Paul
.
Its 2 am and I am so wired.
Why can't I just be normally tired?
As others enjoy some restful sleep,
I am in a place far more deep.....

And the abyss calls so inviting,
          a leap into the unknown and beyond.
With clarity I jump out and fly,
          an excuse for reality to quietly abscond.

Psychedelic nausea as the dimensions twist,
forcing me to a place where I do not exist,
a land in which I may be killed or kissed,
but certain my presence would not be missed.

The feelers take a hold of me,
     whispering secrets of antiquity,
revealing images of aeons gone,
     in spoken word, rhyme and song.
I have the histories of many worlds
     all in my mind strung up like pearls.
A line of lanterns alight once more,
     open and willing for me to explore.
And my pale blue eyes no longer see
     the images created by any reality.

It is secret knowledge of ancient times,
I receive in the script of cryptic rhymes.


© Pagan Paul (09/08/18)
.
Tears are building up inside of me;
it speaks of my sadness, like a soliloquy.
This pain, I know of, still lingers in my heart;
as if it's not ready to let go or be apart.

I know it already, that he is gone.
Thinking about it, feels like I've been hit by a ton.

Someday I know this pain will go away...
but the memories of him, will always stay.
I dedicate this poem to my late grandfather. Wo ai ni Angkong <3
I whisper your name,
for you have been on my mind;
You’re like a dream I wouldn’t mind to sleep through.
Wishing that I was your dream, too.
 Aug 2018 Ajit Saigal
Madison
Have you ever met a flame?  
Someone so beautiful,
You don't notice when they burn the world around you?
Someone so gentle,
You don't feel the heat?
Someone so graceful,
You only see their dance?

And so you follow,
Blind to the destruction in their path,
Numb to the burn every time you get close.
Knowing the only cure to this madness is to extinguish the flame.
But you go on,
Burning in euphoria.
Enjoy!!!

Midas touch of Sun
Sunny side up , yellow white blooms
Balmy morning in March

Bees and birds flap wings
Feasting on the sunny side up
Flowers of summer

The backyard is merry
Green grass and grasshoppers blend
A colour divine


A memory , from an old photograph
Friendships are common
Friends everywhere
But the true ones, oh so rare

The ones who deeply care
Stand by you
In times of despair

Age no bar
There can be many
Whoever they are

Gender no ******
Seasons there are many
Weathering all,  no wonder

Distance does not matter
To meet, need not fly charter
All are neighbours in the heart

True friends are a treasure
In words
One need not measure

Friends that life chose
Hold them aloft , in the heart
Like the fragrance of a Rose
Some thoughts on friendship today .
Keep the child inside you alive .

Happy friendship day to all , stay blessed :)

My 200th post on HP.
Thank you all :)
 Aug 2018 Ajit Saigal
Seema
Like spools of thread, pilled in the midst
Darkness draws attention to the danger
Up few miles, is that place
Where the sign reads, welcome stranger
Curiosity jumps on each step
As the enchanting forest gets deeper
The sun rays sparkle the early dews
And awakens the sleeping keeper
Birds chattering, singing melodiously
Giant rocks, stand as guards of century
Silent kills the morning songs
At the dark weaved, heavy grown entry
Myth say, it may be a portal to another world
But reports and researchers find it their own way
What's there to be afraid of
Besides an approaching thunder day
A torch in hand, walking cautiously
Humming sound follows through, alerting my ears
Tripping, few times on dead branches
Triggers my lost unwanted fears
It's almost past mid day, but not a single string of light
The passage seems like a hell deep
Strange scribbles on near stones, alert
"Do not fall asleep"
Hours of walking on turns and paths
Tiredness and hunger grasped in well
Don't fall asleep rings in my ears
I was not alone, I could easily tell
Within this labyrinth, mysteries lie of all kinds
An evil crackling laugh, shakes my fears
Looking in the direction of the sound
There is an "it" and it hears
Run out now, my gut feelings kick in
Hoping for sun rays, but thunder beats the sky
Peculiar heavy steps seems to follow
I wish, I could just fly
One exit, echoes another entry
A swirl labyrinth has woken today
Running in circles, lost my routes
I can't find my right way
A small spark of light in a corner
Disguised as the suns ray
Traps my vision to walk forward
Like a poised lucidest prey
What happened next, I do not know
But not alone now, as more walk my way
Finding their own possible routes
We have become abundantly stray...



©sim
Spilling imagination. Fiction.
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