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I watch the feathered beauties
of ravishing plumes
flying from tree to tree
making shrill calls

How I wish
I could catch these birds,
the lovely deities of the woody groves
to cage their loveliness and melody
to own for myself
I  am a lover of birds ! Even as a child I used to follow bird calls!
SWEET MEMORIES

Dazzling rainbows in mind’s cerulean sky
The elusive spectrum of varying wavelengths
Often appearing after a sunny drizzle of happy episodes


SOUR MEMORIES

Fossilized cadavers
Unable to be cremated or buried
Refusing to disintegrate into oblivion
She came at night, touched
me,bit me and ****** slowly,
******  mosquito!
Female Anopheles mosquitoes cause malaria and can be killer disease if not treated immediately.
When guests visit you,
Don't ask about their family,
Ask,"How is your mobile?
Is it doing well?
Has it got a new cover?
What about the speed of its internet server?"
Then inquire politely,
"Do you want to charge your mobile?"
It will bring tears to their eyes,
You have clenched a bonded relationship for life.
Admire their mobile with interest,
Like you would their kids.
Appreciate their what's app messages,
Their comments on Twitter and Face Book,
You will have a friend for life.
Last offer if they need your WiFi password,
Your friend will breakdown with
gratitude,
You will get the bestest hug ever.
This is a world where people are more crazy about their mobiles than relationship
Never feel alone, my friend -
dormancy is also transient,
same as your winter depression...

Only yesterday I heard a flock of geese
overhead in the twilight
announce their return
while a heedless scampering squirrel
repeatedly circuited the trunk of an oak.

The Pervasion is always complete;
embrace it in your awareness
as the Sun's virility will soon
embrace the fields and countryside.

Regrouping the sacred elements
through delicate processes,
rugged mating rituals,
and rebirth -

Forming a symmetry
of vital love incarnate
dispelling all loneliness.


-fr
From dust I came,
To dust I shall return.
With this in mind,
I strive to make my numbered days fun;
And productive.
To ensure I fulfill the purpose that brought me here.
To leave my mark on the few ones that do care.
The message remains as the days burn;
From dust we all came,
To dust we all return.
A little reminder for everyone to live a fulfilling life because life is short.
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