Her eyes painted blue by the majestic force above
So true, yet unreal
What the ethereal land holds, we would never know
Maybe more nymphs like her,
With gold, sun-sprayed hair and her miraculously soft skin
And the breeze of icelandic air, brought in every time she paced

Her bosoms sprang like two, upside down crescent moons,
Dragging young men and older boys who understands, along her way
Her arms graceful like angels' wings, more graceful than mine

Ah, me.

Let's not talk about my forgetful self,
I get lost in my own mind thinking about the boy that she wants,
The boy that could soar higher than eagles
A masculine figure, too good for myself?

Am I so undeserving that the icelandic nymph smiles so condescendingly?
Is she spinning the biggest web of lies to defeat this human being, myself?
Is she genuine in her thoughts,
Or is she deceitful to her own holy kind?
Oh, talk about holyness!
The only unholy one out of the hundreds, those suitors

I wish I was only a teardrop,
only so meaningless
I wish I was only a shadow,
only so obscure
I wish I was so big,
only too big to be unseen

Or maybe I wished she was the one like me.

Yet I'm still human, mortal, and defeated by her beauty.

In the light of wisdom
Speaking eyes of curious gestures
Tilted smile of sarcastical humour
Throbing beats of discovering lost happiness
Orange tint sky of the state of pleasure I see
Twirling effortlessly with rhythm of the dancing spirit
Diving in the cushion of clouds    
Reflux of free fall in the laps of nature
Minting the gold of shinning amber
Falling pieces in the solace of his warm embrace                  
I melt in to the bits of his holyness
His selfless and supreme power
Depth of the oceans and heights of sky
I stay afloat, an inch above the ground
His beats resonate my steps, as clearly i see
silently sleeps, the tides of the ocean vast
When in the vessel shallow in cast

Manisha

A nun
Dressed in lacy red underwear
Sold her holyness
Begging on raw knees
To a selfish man
But a clever one at that

Eternal power within myself I find ample
Owe all this to God
So bow down to supreme power-
I do and I must
Fly always with wings of humility
Wafting through the path of
faith & trust.

My mission is ordinary soul- to make them
better and steadily mold,
The weak and frail melt in to divine fold.
I dream no barriers, no war, no bullets, no foes
No ignorance, no blockage in mind & brains
Total freedom from yoke of all self- imposed limitations
No noble soul be in exile and chains.

Truth I speak- straight & simple
No mining & minting,
No coating and wrapping.
I dream-
No seeds of abomination & apathy to grow,
No body to scream, no soul to cry
Saplings of love spring up forever,
Ocean of elixir never be dry.

No doing of things I don't want to do in life,
No veil of mistrust, no sharpening of knife,
Radiant beam of truth to seep into hearts of All,
Character- a key to holyness
to stand noble, robust and
godlike tall.

I dream -
No sorrow flecking any heart,
No tears rolling down an eye,
Every soul ascend to divinity,
No elegiac songs but, only
Dance, cheer & mirthful fly.

I dream-
Bliss forever to stay
Pain & sorrows to swiftly pass,
No hard talks, no thinking in secret
Every other face to be
our looking glass.

Mukesh Kataria

Innocent die, I see with my eyes
Innocent lost
without a thought.

Missed coordination,
no anticipation from the prey.


The Grim


Lit


All around them blood
130 done



Why? oh! Why?

Oh! Why? Oh! Why!?
Do we live our lives
with these eyes

Oh! Why?....

I pray their souls go to YhWh
but he's the final judge.

As I sit up in this country getting chunky,
I pray I can help
Lord give me the Might,
  to get out.

The prayer
to save billions,
yes they are willing,.


How can lives be lost?


Ohh Ohh!
Innocence.

Is this the resistance?

Death and indecision?

What to do next?

I pray Lord you can help us now,

As you know I will sit and repent.

But now I see death
death and death.

Lost in this abyss,
the sphere we call Earth

We need your Holyness

How can I get that?


I pray in your Name Christ my life you annihilate this strife we see in our lives let us all grow and know you expose all our flaws and sins and help us let go.

In your Name, I pray your loving creature Mike O.

Two figures walked towards me
One bathed in a peaceful calming aura
The other, a intense heat and sense of sin
The Lord of Heaven, and Gatekeeper of Hell

They stand before me puzzled
Neutral? How can he be neutral?
There has never been someone
With equal sin and holyness

It is true though, I am Neutral
For ages as wars wagered
Natural disasters stuck
Sickness and old age took lives

I have been the carrier of the people

I've held grandmothers and newborns
Soldiers barely a adult, those running into danger
Conflict and strife and evil on the world
I have been there every time to gather the souls

What they do not realize is why I am here

For I am Death

And I am here to collect the two who caused me
To collect these souls for millennium

Now it is there turn

We worship under angry gods who count each and every sin
Scripture says its best to applaud as our home shall burn
So sayeth the flock so sayeth the lord look back and be unborn
Justice in faith Holyness to those that placate the form
Just once I wish to live life more than the meek and the worm
To get caught in the eye of a needle and be lost in the storm
My lifestyle called feeble looked at like I grew out horns
Living too idle, I'm no Able but I know I'm not Cain
Guess some see it as all the same can only live in one lane
Faith is the only way to deliver oneself from eternal pain
But if its all the same I'm fine gonna embrace a way of my own soon