"ambit" poems
Siya ra gyuy nasayod
sa kanunayong pagpuga sa luha
sa iyang mga mata
nga ming bisbis sa iyang
bug-at nga unlan
Siya ra gyuy nasayod
Sa kabugal-bugalon sa iyang huna-huna
mga storya nga gubot ra
sa iyang alimpatakan
Suod niya ang kadaghanan
Alegre ang palibot ug naa siya
Makatakod ang iyang ka hapsay
Apan luyo sa katim-os sa iyang mga pahiyom
Adunay kahuyang, adunay kahadlok
apan siya ray nasayod
Igo nalang ako sa pagpamalandong
Apan ngano ako musulay pa ug salom sa iyang mga hinyap?
Ngano ug samukon ko pa usab akong kaugalingon?
Kung mao ang iya, iya gayud
Kung ang ako, ako gayud
Ug di niya ipa-ambit kanako
ang iyang kasakit,
dawaton ko nalang ang kahadlok nga nahimugso
sa iyang panit
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 11:16 AM UTC
Sickened he was by her bad word choices, special need for
incongruous expressions,words spelled the way she likes,
blanks that can never be filled, invented quotes, fabricated realities,
thunderous **** repeated in intervals, as if each an inlaid jewel,
and then, having no fixed meaning for that favorite word of hers,
nothing more than an intention to denigrate ******
and women as a whole,
a subconscious compulsion, strangely included, her's also in it's ambit.
He understands her compulsion for such expression thus--
fulfillment of some innate need, an expression of her own worthlessness,
resulted from some grave injury of the mind that happened,
sometime early in her childhood, one could guess.
He took the decision to mark her "UNREAD" for ever
with deep anguish of course,after reading her many fine and sane pieces.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
Empowering the synergy of this day
70 years ago
That called for the times
When unity had all the faith
And transfer of power marked the Independence Day
Since then the nation has evolved
Talking about Samvidhan
Which taught the art of Self Pradhan
Creativity talked about Democracy
That we walk shoulder to shoulder
That all Humans are equal
Be it cast,religion or ***
Everything creates a nexus
Time elapsed and things changed
Here we move in 21st century
With the heart full of victory
Where in a developing country
We fight society
To win over society
Instead of ironical criticism
And in the ambit of feminism
I look forward to wonderful creatures
That so blissfully
Compliment each other
To move along from place to place
Work in their own pace
Explore according to their grace
And Live out of their mind's cage.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 9:39 AM UTC
*What have you brought into my heart?
I am just left with nothing but drought
What all have you taken away from me
For now I see the empty me without any tree
In the Ambit of the trifles
All I am stuck with is the bullets of your rifles
The life that I have dreamt with grace
Is now forgotten with no single trace
Etched in the euphoria of your joy
I am neither able to break out free nor cry
Sulking I am with no season
What more have you got to reason
All I gave is love and made you live
Think oh man, Think, but not so naïve
Now I plead, please come out of your greed
Make me home, make me green*
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
Yellow-tinted-noxious-lung-warf-stunk-salty-oysters-stolen-rotten.
Where am I? but the driftwood castle promenade, fish market gardens.
Congo jungle, steam ship sunken in crying river, village elder persists at warning.
Hear the fiddle burning, drug sullen quarter note steadily, it's veracious creak reverberates through me, the loveliness reveals me, and yet I cannot behold the.
Negligent narcissus subdue me, hurry up and ***** me.
Here is the birthplace of living curse, whats bottles up by living thirst, awakening face down in a black-bellied hearse.
Driven hard line through desert ambit , throttle locked at 85, no control, levers, nobs, or nodes.
Half a Cuban snuffed out poorly, sleeping in gaping jowls, I could not believe this thing even had an ash tray.
Death had bailed and locked the doors, filled the tank, and whipped the devils horse.
I worn the blinders and found my pockets stuffed with carrots and a lighter.
Then i smoked what was left without protest, I was not about to ask what came next.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
Your legs are an uprooted tree, longing for the taste of soil.
The water won’t flow in an ocean filled with stars, the spaces between them
dark like ink on paper, lines drawn through a multitude of times,
too many words occupying the same space so that nothing exists
but a verbose blackness. *Your hands are wisps of smoke,
edgeless clouds that coil around me and dampen my bare skin.*
The current is cut by the planets, interrupted by the nebulae,
pushed by the galaxies and surrounded on all sides, at some point,
by land: the ambit of the observable universe.
Your body
sinks;
the universe ripples
and falls,
forming around you;
the heart in your chest
gently pushes,
gently pulls,
shifting the planets and stars
that envelop you.
Your toes burrow into the sand,
your arms creep through the skies,
and all at once I see that
everything is beautiful.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
CONJECTURL AMBIT
The earliest thought- I was a blind rock: mineral feeling of an uncut idol, my pressed wings induce a false sleep. I don't trust me as part of a building because my frozen nerves are still related to ****** business and my stability depends on old things' roots. Like a snail in the memory's spiral I make slow circles in a Levantine tower, living places are overlapping to form an upright native land, a growing mirror with all my moments in a wintery evangelical succession, annular heads raising from a well where peoples' liquid mind mix. I can hardly bear it, wearing fancy clothes I try to cover the mythological Meat, the inhuman side of the flesh, the anatomic stains. Drinking tea I clean my conscience, oh, lovely furniture and fine art objects, do you realize that I'm completely happy in your abstract presence? Do you realize that you keep my eternity in precious fragile eggs? You bloom at the end of the matter, you touch the other sky, the brown heavy sky polished by silvery cats-indefinite slippery ideas about beauty, the intimate effort of a deeply ploughed woman in order to cicatrize herself. The meadow's malachite door is open, I can see the primary glaucos mass of terrible friends, butterfly marrow, the viscous veins of raw angels, my negative steps under the ruined house, our unforgettable bodies swimming in the magma. So, I'm a resting beast between fish and bird, nothing is totally seen or totally heard, this light Protection, the transparent humanism is the only glamour of the organism
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
We are asking questions
In the ambit of falsity
Where we hear an echo
From the walls
That restricts us to venture
Into the world beyond
Leaving us with unanswered questions
Some replies from a trajectory
Not aligned to us
Creating a conflict
And warring minds
Cannot be at peace
Until we scale the challenges
Created by us
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
It still tastes the same.
When I saw the sun,that rose in thy's eyes
Brimming with a passionate love in disguise.
I danced and whirled in my ballet shoes;
Completely abided of what I chose .
I sat at the dawn to count the dews.
It held my hand and dyed me in thy eternal hues.
I sat in the night, with an utmost fright .
The moon whispered the stars to ignite me with a hope of delight.
The colors in me , intensified,
In pain to paradise.
A wound hard to describe.
I crossed thy's path to meet its mornings,
Until I burned my own night.
I defaced my veil of disgrace,
to adore the light.
I fell head over heels in love with thy's scars.
Also Ask the falling star- "How distressed you are?"
"I take pride in my ambit.
I rode ,to fall in thy's tide."
That night,all the other stars cried.
The night light stroked me with an agony of lie.
I tried to rip myself until ,
I knew I was an anchoress to thy.
And I became homeless,
Again,but
In devotion ,
To its illusion.
Perhaps, I came a long way to ask myself - "what do I see for this is surreal?"
A puff of air whispered - "Open your eyes and feel,
It still tastes the same in Real."
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 11:06 AM UTC
Encapsulated.
Cosmos
of effervescent night
Gleam oh ethereal brightness,
Luminary Light
unto this bounded rotation,
in the deepness of sole ambit
Humanity.
release this rein
to rise within
and expand throughout
Dawn but to wander
as dusk we do squander
Aurora ignite
in your setting fall of burning amber light
the soft hymns of the birds’ beak do sing
stems to nest a life interwoven
We breathe
to learn
and learn
We must
Herein eclipse
Our souls endless bliss
with illumination to waken
We are cycled
Equal
Balanced
in Revolution
To be raised from dusk
and seen here after
because for this
by a single glimpse
Mines own eye is he
as for You
is Me
and he is she
Endlessly are We
as nightfall breaks
unlocking
the Suns warmth in embrace
when these barriers fall
We are harmoniously nothing
And
No thing
At all
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
There is symphony in this tyranny,
You play me like the ghost notes,
Unheard yet ponderous, it signifies,
If not so try letting me go.
Into the unknown we travel untold,
Bright nostalgic colours blind us,
An orchestra of emotions flow
And into the infinite we want to go.
Dreams do differ, beings do alter,
Only to chase the hope in life,
The quintessential amour,
Nowhere can it be found than in us.
The unbiased tranquillity through hope,
Raises impudence.
Not a speck of qualm can I raise for this perseverance.
We're bound by no ambit,
But only that of the tender attachment,
Lets try and keep what we've raised,
Hope it doesn't erase.
Banish those dark deductions,
Help yourself with bright inclinations,
Life's all it, to crawl through the clouds
To see a bright tomorrow.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC
I was there
in a vision of permanence
enlivened entirely in the reflection of your geometric eyes, until
I witnessed you turn your hands into lines
I noticed as you ceased to blink
I marveled at its precision
I giggled at my ambit
I giggled at my dimensions
I marveled at my own precision
I removed my layer from your eyes
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
His heart sings Lady Gouldian Finch
Rainbow brings Australian pinch
Of endangered colors multitude
Serenading down under longitude
Aviculturist marvels her spectrum
Heartstrings plucked by plectrum
Weaver wonder family Estrildidae
Aurora avian ambit sub Passeridae
How he adores you each and everyday
Sets his eyes towards Yinberrie Hills
Sorghum sprinkles to petite shrills
Your song, his song vivid dye fills
Certain pizzazz environmentalists thrill
Colored curtain draws on man’s will
I know a man singing Lady Gouldian
Join him now as nature’s guardian
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
Twelve Haikus on Summer
(1)
Sing with the siren,
She is no alarm at all,
Concede to the lark.
(2)
Summer hails all birds,
Perching on a threshold, Swift,
Enhancing my spark.
(3)
The heat calls within,
Ambit of my tolerance,
Summer breathes her call.
(4)
Stay awhile, do not stray,
I plead for your reluctance,
To fall into fall.
(5)
Once In four seasons,
Ringing bells and chimes of smiles,
Basking in your groove.
(6)
June, July, August,
Whereupon my mind dissolves,
Awakenings swirl.
(7)
A voice of reason,
The Sun teasing your season,
Dazzles my spirit.
(8)
Bountiful in hues,
My healing begins to sway,
As your fields unfold.
(9)
Painting my skin gold,
Your pallet of warm waters,
Brushing my summer.
(10)
Swimming in your seas,
Dappling, surging, conversing,
Writing, riding on.
(11)
Sorting out my thoughts,
In your seasonal binge, caught,
Questioning autumn.
(12)
Your heaven unfolds,
Surpassing the best in all,
Scenes catching your sheen.
By Rekha Ramani
(July 2016)
-copyright 2016-
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC
Darwin caused quite the revolution
When he propounded the theory of evolution
From the amoeba to the **** sapiens
Gradual he said was the divergence
Bohr’s concept rang true
Matter made of atoms was his view
Protons and electrons spun in their own orbit
Holding life in their ambit
The collisions creating energy kinetic
Life became electric
Theories became ecelectic
Men became a little neurotic!
The fall of the apple with spontaneity
Newton attributed to the law of gravity
Nothing in life could stay up for long
All to the earth belong!
Einstein’s thoughts took flight
and raced with the speed of light
With tremendous acuity
As he scripted the theory of relativity
Life was accidental
The discovery monumental
Chemistry was fundamental
Carbon, hydrogen and nitrogen, elemental
Watson and Crick sought to unravel
Two strands twisted in parallel
At the core of life lay
The magic of DNA
Space stretches endless
Through galaxies seamless
Artificial satellites do traverse
Yet unexplained remains the Universe
Physics became nuclear
Chemistry capable of terror
Biology turned molecular
Yet the meaning of life remained unclear
Emphasis laid on reason
And impeccable logic
Of analysis statistic
all things scientific
Bemusing and beguiling
Inspiring and Intriguing
Studied in parts never whole
Unfathomed yet is God’s role
Beyond reason lies intuition
That forms it’s own perception
Each of us have a vision of our own
Of God’s incredible creations
Deep in meditations
Unaware of limitations
Insight is incidental
Truth is transcendental!
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
The mere apprehension of danger
From self and not a stranger
Where you lose yourself at times
When mood swings are favorite rhymes
You sink deep into the emotion
With a placard on face of CAUTION
Falling in the lap of tears
In front of others is one of the fears
Escaping the happiest blanket
To meet the bareness of blue ambit,
Teaching to master in an art
How to push people or grow apart
As the danger is greater for latter
Their emotions and peace matter
Than the one to lose after episodes
Of relieving and throwing my own loads
On their heads for no reason
Caging them in my own prison
It is time to set them all free
As they got to live their own glee.
May 21, 2020
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
Light
is everywhere,
it is everything
mirroring off rock,
demolishing
ambit
cat pawed with downdraft,
blustered by gale
the channels scud havocs
of pyrite,
The sky, huge
an impossibility
of blue, defies
description
words are formed
tried and retired
tossed
on a blather
of gust,
unlistened.
A syrup of larks tongue,
-an ash of a song-,
Is all that is heard
on the day..
Oct 23, 2021
Oct 23, 2021 at 12:44 AM UTC
I’ll see you when my pockets fill
with money and boredom and love that spills
out, flooding streets,
roads, fields, highways, sky
there’s endless width and length
and space that spreads so far
between two hearts that never blink when
eyes are clear and mouths make smiles
between us,
two hearts that met in perfect age
in date, in term, in season, in phase
I guess,
it’s up to loss,
I guess, it’s up to luck
maybe to the extent of giving up
or, I hope,
to the extent of dedication
not so firm, just light
like effortless rays of delight
and stars and space and the milky way
- it’s honest to say
I want to see you yesterday
I’ll see you if a wish comes true
I’ll make your bed and lay with you
sunsets **** worthlessness in the summertime
and nighttime is my favourite here
the moon and I made friends last year
I’ll introduce you to Her Majesty, I’ll introduce you to
our River Valley
my fingers crave your shoulder blades
the muscles,
warmth,
squishy skin I love to hold
and if you saw the bunnies hop, your mouth would drop,
your eyes would pop
my goodness, I’m losing my sense of strength
I’m so used to telling myself I need the restraint
all the time
my god, all the time
from glory & cheer & bliss
and most of all, waning to kiss and kiss
and kiss you
it hurts to want so much, so bad
it hurts to want what I can’t have
my hopes take a swim like
flags in the wind
there’s not one real thing that tells me
you love me
I say this because I’m not sure if intuition
is real
I think we just like to make things up to feel
wanted or worth it
or divine, even just a little bit
there’s not one real thing that tells me
I love you
but this scope of time and distance
tells me our version of the word
"us"
has no ambit
there is no measure
no limit
and sun is just as great as us,
and we are just as great as air
it’s impossible to express
because what we have is so rare
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 4:28 AM UTC
it matters not
who stand in judgement
who may possess the
highest powers of righteousness
turn away from the
jeweled grail that dazzles
for it will not charm deteriorated flesh
beneath the soil
go stand among
the field grasses
at the edge tracks
of the mountain
the guide that awaits
is free of covert motivations
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
*I sleep on the moon
among the stars and between the planets.
Away from the world
free from any ambit.*
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
The un-organized, nicht dis
*****
ized me, with more brain cells in my soft belly than in my
amyg-dali-esque ambit-hibation station
broad casting on all waves twisting in ever from here.
Here i have ever been since ever was a thought,
and this is what you got.
Give it a try, not my will, but thine been done,
and this is what that answered prayer
became, today,
after the sufficiency of evil
were
swept away with the same besom which swept witches
to pyres,
back in the day, they say... we were born after those
lies had been thourough, rought, right thought wrong.
Fixin´ an'fittin'for most folk, same same
in forming a way around the dam thing, holding
certain truth from truce sake.
If Paul Rivere had writ this in silver,
you would never know,
but i wrote it in light, on your window to your soul,
and you read it, or not. Ig ig ig nor nominy anomoly night
right is a reason, for other wise pro
vocative
vagus nervous knowing, oh, my god, is this true
this system, is mapped
on a baseball,
stitches and horse hide and all? Yen, curiosity-ifty
boo, do you know
we are
wasted if we missed our call to be other wise and ended as
this wise and not that. Up or down, depends who looks.
If a cannabinoid system did not exist, I would suggest we invent it.
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 11:13 PM UTC
Love and malice are sides of a coin
both feed equally to our mood.
We praise the charm of our lover
first for beauty then the qualities,
in the name of understanding
we weigh the obedience.
Affections for young self
have magnetic effects universally.
To avert a conflict of existence
roads of life bifurcate.
Lack of obedience steals
light from both the eyes,
malice and anger are marsh gas
flame and heat cause massacre
The ambit of obedience
cover racial, social, religious fields
greed of power incite people
exodus, wailing choke the air.
To restore peace and equal right
we need a world- wide human chain
the road is long- weather inclement
we have to feel - we can do.
18th May, 2017.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC