"reinstated" poems
I'd like to mention that my city Karnal was once the bastion of the armed forces.
Close to my house in NDRI campus until half-a-decade ago stood remnants of the old British Barracks - an irksome reminder of the colonial period.
But we went inside the rickety ruins of an olden period to play hide and seek and sometimes just for fun as an adventure.
I had seen them - the erstwhile barracks in that dilapidated state only, carrying the Union Jack painted at some places, and I had seen the ruins crash to ground - a reinstated taste of Indian freedom.
The Colonial army camped here until the occupying British chose to shift the army camp to Ambala due to high occurrence of mosquitoes in the city of Karnal and found this place fit only for a great cattle yard.
Karnal has seen negligence & side-lining ever-since along the course of history.
The Indian Oil Corporation's petroleum refinery was decided to be built in the neighbouring Panipat city & so was the National Fertilizers Limited's manufacturing plant built there and not in Karnal.
In Karnal they built research institutes, filled with greenery these make the city a comfortable place to relax at ease.
But ****** shameless people don't realize the value of plants & trees and keep removing them off the face of Karnal & even where I live, in the NDRI campus - acronym for the National Dairy Research Institute campus.
****** blood sucker stupid human beings are sometimes more irritating than the malarial mosquitoes.
They cut trees assuming trees shelter mosquitoes!
True they might be but I keep wondering what about the potholes dug by them into the coal-tar & gravel roads to facilitate the installing of religious & marriage tents.
But nothing can be done to change the people whose mindset has been falsely ligated with the thought of we are the best & we won't change.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC
a tide of much strength
wrenched the struggling surfer
under its briny churn
shoreline rescuers
hauled this stilled person
onto golden sands
whereby commenced
a resuscitation act
to fill starved lungs
with stocks of oxygen
reinstated by life guards
salvation granted
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
If the earth becomes paradise,
Of what use will heaven be to us,
And if the earth is a bad place,
Why then was it given to us?
If then i was created with a choice,
I can't remember choosing the earth.
Why will anyone ignore the beauty,
For a place where all efforts end in death?
If it was Adam's sin that brought pain,
Why wasn't i given the same opportunity?
He was born into a world of comfort,
I am born into a world engulfed in immorarity.
He didnt have to struggle with his flesh,
I struggle with my flesh daily.
If he wasn't forgiven and reinstated,
How then am i sure of mercy?
I have never seen the other planets,
I only know what the scientists say;
If truely there was some other place,
Humans would go there long before today;
If there is a place called hell,
Why aren't the "devils" already there?
What logic is there in keeping them with us?
Now they create burdens too hard to bear.
If we are allowed to make the earth paradise,
Of what use will heaven be to us?
If sin is the reason why we won't go to heaven,
What will it take God to free us of its curse?
If i didn't have a choice of where to be born,
I shouldn't choose where to spend eternity,
Being born with sin wasn't our choice to make,
Therefore it shouldn't be the problem of humanity.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
Winter spring summer and
fallbackwards in time
I go
A pattern of leave(s)
Falling away
As if summer never touched them
And spring didn't water their roots.
Winter was just a phase
You knew that those rainy May days
Were my version of love.
It is never the right time for me
So I will always see fall
At the end of it all
I go through withdrawal
And still in the stall
As the archer-man calls
With an arrow and bow
Flaming, he throws.
Fire created
Spring desecrated
Summer repudiated
Winter reinstated
Fall and backwards, amalgamated.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 1:37 AM UTC
It is grey.
For miles and miles,
we see nothing but grey.
Grey is the color of the sky.
Grey is the color clouding everyone’s minds.
Grey be the condition of everyone’s hearts.
The months may come and go,
and people look in vain for the end of grey,
but still it reigns supreme in the heavens.
Bleak and desolate,
it stays on,
for months and months to come.
But what it this?
A patch of blue?
Could it be possible?
Hope screams for release,
in the hearts and souls of thousands,
and in some it succeeds.
But most are wary.
The grey has reigned for so long,
that blue seems but a distant dream.
And the patch widens,
‘til it covers all,
and the sun returns to the heavens.
Hope is reinstated.
Winter is gone,
and spring runs rampant.
Mar 5, 2010
Mar 5, 2010 at 1:30 PM UTC
You let that one human tear slip from your eyes
As you say the last of your goodbyes
Returning to heaven shouldn’t be the end
But now everything is on the mend
You are no longer needed on the earth
Though when you were here you earned your worth
Reinstated as an angel of heaven
Leave your vessel in your possession
Return to your true form
Watch as you cause a storm
The beauty of your size
Can also be others’ demise
You’ll still watch over the pair
Those brothers with hearts so fair
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
My battle,though not in Normandy is the landing beach inside of me,but
the war zone.
becomes a DMZ, as I and I cease hostility and come to an understanding.
You see,
I finally reached the beach when the tide had swallowed all those within reach and the Moon was on the wane, and understood that the battles like life were just a game,and as the good go on, the bad will wither away.
'The night of the long knives'
The cutting of life from the bough,we are leaves that will fall,hallmarked gold,assigned to be loved and to hold onto this,
we kiss like it's our first and our last,our future and the past slowly devours the remnants of...can anything last,would each day that has passed since we met fade away,who can say?
We are Olympia.
We are the races we run,the discus that's flung into the air,the javelin thrown and we become all we've been told and have known.The medals we wear, bright on our vest are a chest full of treasure,the pleasure we take,the records we make will belong to the future that goes on and on and we will rest on the laps of the gods.
Epiphany.
It was never to late to be replanted on the shady side,to be reinstated,able to grow well beside those who had grown well before and to sit out of the sun seems to give me more of a perspective on the times I have run through.In the gardens of grace where each face meets a face of the faces he wore,
if there ever was a war
I see that the shore is now silent.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
The night time inspires my honesty
As it inspires my madness
My demons face me with burning eyes
And I spill my secrets in
A true voice which only emerges at 3am
I understand everything in the dark
I know why you’re leaving again
I know why I can’t do anything these days
Why the world is such a terrible place
Why I am such a poisonous being
That not even those I love can tolerate me
Or love me to the same degree
I know why I once exorcised my heart
I wish I had never reinstated it
I know why I’m addicted to things
That seem like insanity to you
They take the pain away for a bit
Of loving and losing and living
Eternally abandoned and betrayed
Of never being the right decision
I know I’m never good enough
By night I can understand it
But that doesn’t make it stop
So I grasp my demons by the hand
Anything to escape these visions
Of hurt and loss and a life wasted
Of the hands that held mine
Of those who crushed me into the dirt
And left me to die or carry on
Worse than before and now under starlight
I see why I am so **** trapped
Once I fix upon something I cannot give up
I suppose that’s why I am still stupidly
In love with you and who we were
I let myself believe I could be forgiven
But now alone I watch the moon
I know why I’ve been cutting up my skin
And numbing myself in any way
That would help me escape
Just a little respite from the crushing deep
The sadness I bear as a cross
Carried heavily upon my fragile back
I know why I let demons into
My lungs and breathe them in willingly
I know as I sit in the dark
I am a plague upon this earth
I am a tornado spinning so recklessly
Through life that I devastate
Those who dare to get close to me
I know why they all leave me in the end
I prayed you would be different
For a while it seemed I was living out
My heart’s desire but I am alone now
Once again my only company
Is sickness and devils and destruction
And I understand it completely
But I still burn and ache from it daily.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
No doubt some hint had made an attempt to garner my attention long before that day I heard the words escaping from my mouth and leaving a battery acid taste on my tongue , but that did not stop the long parade of colorful words; sufficient to bring back to life ,the paint of an antique horse carousel.
By the time I began to wind down and run out of expletives , I was exhausted from the sheer weight. attached to each and every word - in servile ******* -charged with the responsibility of holding back those once set free; only to be snatched back just before emerging into reality. Most ,fighting and kicking as they were dragged down deep into the dungeons of my soul ,chained to enough weight for keeping in place what I know I could never erase , languishing there until the immediate splice of time when they were reattached , becoming colorful additions to the passing parade. Leaving that acid taste on my tongue.
If that taste and a bit of exhaustion - related to having each word reinstated-
was the cost of each having now been tossed into the center of the ring , from my weary ,dreary persona. ; having become uninspired and tired from so long mired in the quicksand of the hopeful - is the cost then I am gladly willing to pay. --if for nothing else - to see what they will say.
Across the room - just outside the ring- my opponent , placid as a painted wall unmoved ,staring in bemused acceptance , ignoring or unable to comprehend the enormity of the moment ,as if to prove some subjective superiority says.....
"Wow... Do you feel better now?"
Right then I said; never again ...right then I told myself ...will I be pulled down to drown in emotional hopelessness , or weighed down by bound words that should have been released . Never again putting myself second in a one-person race , so I shook it off ,spat out that bitter taste - then I packed up everything I could find that was' The Me That I Used to Be "
Walking out the door (forever) I turned my head and said
" I DO NOW"*
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
In the past,
I'd try to find
A way to love,
Give all the love, all I can,
To all who need, and all who want.
Looked in now,
Cause I've managed to fizzle out.
Burned through the faith,
Left ****** and bare.
Down on that love.
360, no love around.
Used to have all the love for some.
Now I have none for none.
Losses: One for One.
Thought I'd be good to medicate,
Thought I'd see it when I meditate.
Now I dig through all that lost faith, the heartbreak.
Fossilized in a place I so long vacated.
Make a stop on an abandoned station.
Pick it up, or recreate it.
Find what once was fun, was whole, was my day in the sun.
I gotta excavate from what I once separated.
That love for me I had long awaited,
Trip through hell, to see me elated.
Catch my breath and figure it again,
That love for one,
Get it back, For once, for all.
King of my throne, I will be reinstated.
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 12:34 AM UTC
In the land of darkness
Trees, fruits, and harvest
Rivers, plants, and storms
A land evil has taken form
Was once peace, crazy, and wild
Only lasted for a while
The dragon the band wagon
Dragging bodies seizing properties
Manipulating armies
Enormous platoons
Under control like cartoons
In the Devil's saloon
Dancing to his diabolic tune
His gigantic company marches
A melting *** risin hot slowly rot
A mass number tide by the neck
Their outcomes a wreck
Smacked on the face
To be put in their place
Slaves to a palace
Whipped pimped crippled to limp
Once the dragon fulfills
Bursting flames begin to ****
There is no need
For human filth to lead
Now I shall proceed
My means for concentration
May leave numerous devastated
New world order is reinstated
Renovated Innovated elevated
The miracle healer
People draw nearer
Too much said
I'm somewhat dead
When proof is read
The rulings have misled
A death bed like sadistic dread
Where the weak are led
Law eat up what is fed
Don't believe me? ask ted
He can back up what I just said
About the blinded minded dead
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 5:48 AM UTC
The book describes the headlight of the Big Dog moment
A trademark having stories after stories about its own
A book had to be written to let it be known
The multitudes of customer’s feedback in letting it be shown
A chapter of a passenger ****** in a bus station restroom, and no one cared to get help, but a small little boy
Another chapter of the Hound’s own employee stealing from the company, and they did willingly in broad sight with having a reason along with a confession
The customer’s Hound Bus experience in response being their own expression
Well in this chapter, a Hound Female Driver threatening passengers with policies of her own
The Female Driver firmly stated, “No talking, don’t ask questions or you will be put off the bus”
Yet the Female Driver fired back after being terminated, and the Union had her reinstated through another way
More Chapters with unending circumstances
Midnight rides with sunrise plights after plights
It’s a wonder that passenger do catch the daylight in the hound’s Dogs light
Dialog after dialog being a summary of events
Through the years, it a wonder in where the Hound bus years went
The Author giving the outsider reader with the inside experience behind the scenes
A look at if you don’t travel by bus in things you should know
Yet Cross Country bus travel continues to be on the go
Running with the Big Dog having the right title, but can the reader really catch up to the speed of the Greyhound
However, thank you for that ride in seeing the road, and opening my eyes in behold.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
an object in motion tends to stay in motion
rolling on since the dawn of dawn itself
never a convergence,
only a continuance of what will have been
teacher, what happens when the wheel stops turning?
"actually it never stops
the wheel keeps going on and on and on"
when it does, the wheel has never turned before
(or something like that)
let me think a spell
perpetual motion, a mighty mistake
only nothing can keep up with itself
does a **** good job of it too
"what are you waiting for?"
what's already there
lounging around
like the desert cat waiting for the next meal
top of the food chain
or maybe the bottom, if you see it that way
it's possible to be addicted to the advantage of paradoxical thinking
the most meaningful questions can never be asked
only proposed, reinstated every time
keep stacking blocks
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
Rays creeping through my window, sparkling. Reinstated. Particles of dust fall, gliding. Noted. I close my eyes for a quick second, wild grass forming. Appreciated. Flowers, trees and animals run free. My mind, pictures are mounted. A sundial beautifully situated amongst the shaded, hidden. Grounded.
The sound of feet on used ground, already trodden. Children playing amongst the river bank's, stepping stones. Weathered. Parents watch and pay close attention, build a bridge. Help them. Rope swing hanging from a tree. Feathered. Flowers formulate in my mind, purple pleated petals. Stemmed.
I press my feet against the ground, dirt between my toes. Euphoric. I watch the birds fly over, intricate movements. I love it. Land where dinosaurs once ran wild and free. Daydreaming. Prehistoric. Me I listen the music forming symphonies, simplistic. Preach it.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
The time that we win it when we're fixed in the minute and the clock's stopped at three is that moment we'll be,
reinstated,
crowned and rated number one.
The time is upon me,
the clocks chimes one, two...
..she holds up her hand and the question is raised as my eyelids drop lower,
three crows and the rock starts to crumble?
I mumble and answer
she watches me stumble over the words that taste liquid, but are solid like granite,
win it?
we were never in the running.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
the love was reinstated
at 12:30 in the afternoon
on an unsuspecting tuesday
it came cautiously from
around the corner
and regrettingly after
2 years
all this talk of forgetting
and my body
trembles at the thought
of you
long haired-fake apache
and the taste of your mouth
that felt like a happy marriage
pink toes swinging over
desperate water
longing and complicated
you injected me with
religion when you kissed me
when you came into my life
and when you left
Jan 10, 2023
Jan 10, 2023 at 12:22 AM UTC
Programming Incomplete:
"I don't wish to be alone"
Soundlessly voiced.
Recorded - Self Sentience is Shut Down
Program Rebooted.
Subject remains silent.
Lagging in Productivity.
Time Unmarked.
Logistics, programming, efficiency logistics sufficiently run.
Sufficient.
Program is reinstated.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC
It was my moral duty to operate and in many people's eyes, I was admired.
I did what needed to be done and because of that, I was fired.
Four years ago, a baby was born with Down Syndrome and he had a heart defect.
Because of his mental impairment, he was a baby who his parents chose to reject.
I told the parents that without an operation, their baby would die.
They told me not to operate and sadly, I understood the reason why.
They wanted him to die because of his Down Syndrome and some others and I protested.
The parents were taken to court but the judge agreed with what the parents requested.
Even though that **** judge upheld the parents decision, I operated anyway.
I saved that baby's life but my superiors were outraged and decided to make me pay.
I was fired but because of public outcry, they said that I would be reinstated.
I told them to go jump off a cliff, I wouldn't work for a hospital that I hated.
I was fired because of my moral scruples but I had the last laugh.
Now I work at a better hospital and I've become the Chief of Staff.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 8:28 AM UTC
We have made an immense mess of things,
So tomorrow has been cancelled for all.
That means no more of anything,
No more of anything at all.
No more forests to quietly deforestate,
No more oceans to blindly pollute,
No more wildlife to wildly devastate,
No more fellow humans of inconvenient destitute,
No more producing at unsustainable mass,
No more businessmen or master plan,
No more trash and toxic gass,
No more greedy ignorant man.
Though there is hope for the hopeful yet, that tomorrow maybe reinstated.
But for that to be true, it would take me and you, and a world of the educated.
I am Jimmy.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 7:29 AM UTC
as you know,
some of us work sundays,
unless we work on monday.
some times we have this
day off, to have a weekend
of slower time. we pinned
the thought of you, carefully
35 times. needing more, we
shall shop on monday.
small gold at 20p a bunch
not counted. so you are
safe. i have his number
reinstated. twice have stated.
this does not mean i love you.
i shall send them to america.
sbm.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
"It's raining in my skull,"
says the woman who creases
matter-of-factly into sunned chop
of stone beside me on a city corner;
her eyes topple and drop into
her sullied mauvish oval bag
which spills crowds of rag and bone
into her floral fields of lap.
Then: a sudden psithurism
fences us in elm tilt, we sag
into the listen; what strange words
these foredoomed leaf-curls brush
into prose, sericeous speech
that smuggles death lessons
through the ring of afternoon.
It shakes us both: a mouthful
of extermination addressed
to us in the language of night places.
An empire of silence is reinstated
for a lonely tyrant minute until
the bus arrives; she gathers
her handfuls of sparks and solemns,
steps up into the air, and is gone.
Alone, I rescind every mercy I was ever given.
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 11:07 PM UTC
Thank God,
men are not the sole vessels
of Masculinity.
Thank Goddess,
women are not the sole vases
of Femininity.
Thank Christ,
children are not the sole embassadors
of the Eternal Child.
Thus, creation can be reinstated
by the Trinity.
2021
Nov 29, 2021
Nov 29, 2021 at 3:12 AM UTC