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Silicate Syndrome Rubaiyat

Seagull spirit soars above wide screen
Impressions individual, seldom seen,
Lofty thoughts caught in symbolic net,
ICArus soaring, wax unmelted scene.
Soul keen keys multi-modal meanings green,
Ice hoar, grey-bearded, harvests facts few glean,
LIke, unlike compares, dare hedge no bet,
CAndle holds to render secrets clean.

Sin, virtue, truth, false, helix paradigm,
Id and ego's everlasting climb,
Loss and gain, retained as ethic's anchor -
Inherit building blocks. Primeval slime.
CArbon based with [f]oxy Jekyll hyd,
SIsyphus and Tantalus abide
LIght-sleeping yet day-dreaming till demise
CArries forward balance-sheet belied.

Silicate, slight sliver grey-silver slate,
Impermanence man's emblem, love and hate
Last but a blink - first cry to final breath,
Intestate hang by thread, birth ~ berth's small state.
CApture's, conquest's, spinning weel the Norms
SIlk work, weave waft and weft, whose frame deforms
LIght-hearted, grave, both coward, brave soon sleep,
CAre not for what may be, tomorrow's storms.

Slate soon is wiped, root, fruit ripe wilt spoiled rotten,
Intents and purposes, strong-willed, forgotten,
Lathe-turned pot's bolt shot, wraith spurned sinks from sight,
Innocence spilt, guilt cense, both unbegotten.
CAp doffed capitulation and aggression
SIze and small-talk, walk, run, leap, steep, depression,
LIly livers, sore spleen, vim, verve, raw nerve
CAve in, soon sleep, before scored Time's oppression.

Self-perpetuating syndrome seeks
Internal logic which rich sound sense speaks,
Logic egocentric spins sprung top
Ignoring contradictions, ship that leaks.
Caught in maze matrix mortals justify
SIgnificance of dominance ‘neath sky,
LIst their priorities while Nature mocks
CAprice as oceans rise while wells run dry.

See on life's chequerboard of dames and knights
Inane vain critics wrong song poet writes,
Long lacking w[r]it move on from point to point
In chase of name for fame the flaming wights!
CAn moving finger check mate game's displays
SIng on with w[h]ine flask, bread and lisping lays
LIfe spend sans end with epigrams to tease
CAuse and Effect with well sustainèd blaze?

Single-minded and autonomous,
Inhibited, frustrate anonymous,
Locked, cuffed, straightjacket tied, both far and wide
Idealistic driven, infamous,
Careworn, carefree, heretic or saint,
SIren seductive, bright spark, glimmer faint,
Limping, wimping, whimpering or hale,
CArouse and carousel flake pristine paint.

Society seems patterned compromise
Implicit where trust seldom counters lies,
Libido, ambition, mingle, wrangle,
Initiatives once strong soon paralyse.
CAlculations savvy or mistaken,
SIlo full where greed takes home the bacon,
LIce infested, ashes, crust, endowed,
CAmpfire dowsed ends journey undertaken.

Sexploitation's often orthodoxy,
Innovation countered or by proxy
Licit where it bolsters up régime
Inept, swept up in contradictions poxy.
CAlm seems exception to the human rule,
SIck sense of self scorns others, styled as fool,
LIcit and illicit seem defined
CAse by case, with justice stretched as tool.

Strange range rich rhesus pieces, mice and men
Intent upon survival, city zen,
Lout, country bumpkin, slippered pantaloon,
Ironic interplays, time and again
CAll out for explanations: how, why, when,
SIgnification seek threescore and ten,
LInger, fingers' crooked gesticulations
CAncelled check rejected … and then?

Some take as god the fickle Lady Luck,
Imagine Spanish castles, come unstuck,
Look not before the leep then blame fell chance
If game's not won, they try to pass the buck.
Calypso serenade spurt spur advance,
SIdeways some scuttle, subtle pincer dance,
LIdless eyes seek opportunities
Caress great expectations blessed by Chance.

Should time well spent invent kaleidoscope
In hand expand verse band, collide? - O scope!
Let no crimes in my name be here engraved
If once ground down - dug up again sounds dope!
CApacity conundrum from abyss
SIghs upwards with a timeless Kismet kiss,
LInks through the quintessential to prepare
CAse study never muddy, bearing bliss.

Slips startled here from superficial gear
Insist from shallows rise to high idea
Lief soar to skies song sonorous, scarce leave
Intact trite piffle peddled on deaf ear.
CAter not unto the crowds that throng
SIft out spare dross - their loss and not your wrong -
LIght shines as wave vibration penetrates,
CAsts nets which fish with strokes surprising strong.

Stage after stage each inks his page or blots
Insidiously life's book, forget-me-nots
Last rarely - fairly drawn, graffiti torn
Impressions swiftly sink - nor sage, nor sots
CAn be reclaimed from orphan D.N.A.
SIgnals send with no real-time delay,
LIft miracles to commonplace events,
CAnvas dark convert to light of day.

Stage after stage uncoils to serpentine
Inside and out, shoot wide, about turn sign,
Late or early pearly gate appears
Idyll idiotic, tenuous twine.
CAncer or senility? venom vine
SIght closes, quite imposes mortal mine,
LIp service paid to idol, sect, or profit king
CAn't catalyze soiled genes to recombine.

Since, shadow-shapes, we flitter for a space,
Invisible to most, leave little trace
Lasting on environments where change
Is both ends, means, chased way, waste play, disgrace,
CAmeleon each cleaves to flesh and bone,
SImple or complicated, yet alone,
LIstening for some acknowledgement:
CAution to the winds had best be thrown.

Sight is reclaimed, as eyes inflamed surmise
Insight is gleamed, well streamed despite disguise,
Lifting veils beyond which so few see -
Incandescence in a subtle guise.
CApture rapture, for once race is run
SItuation shadow shape and sun
LIttle difference know, so grow to flow,
CAre not for shade when end is light begun.

(19 March 2009)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Bald Eagle

Over the river and soaring high,
Wings spread wide, with confidence assured,
The strength, that mighty strength,
Soaring above, high in the sky,

Seeking prey to feed its young,
The courage of a warrior,
With eyes so keen,
Just as a hero, yet so unsung,

Wings so black, yet head so white,
The Bald Eagle Soars,
In the heavens so blue,
It stands for all, willing to fight,

Freedom it stands for,
A beauty in flight,
A character of strength,
With its beauty it soars

Over the water and then the trees,
With wings spread, as it peers to the ground
Owning the sky, as it soars above
Protecting its country, in the early spring breeze.

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Editorial Impressions

He seemed so certain ‘all was going well’,
As he discussed the glorious time he’d had
While visiting the trenches.
‘One can tell
You’ve gathered big impressions!’ grinned the lad
Who’d been severely wounded in the back
In some wiped-out impossible Attack.
‘Impressions? Yes, most vivid! I am writing
A little book called Europe on the Rack,
Based on notes made while witnessing the fighting.
I hope I’ve caught the feeling of “the Line”,
And the amazing spirit of the troops.
By Jove, those flying-chaps of ours are fine!
I watched one daring beggar looping loops,
Soaring and diving like some bird of prey.
And through it all I felt that splendour shine
Which makes us win.’
The soldier sipped his wine.
‘Ah, yes, but it’s the Press that leads the way!

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Green, green and green

I want a holiday with a scene
Of green, green and green

A summer of green trees
A landscape of green grass
A view full of green vegetables

The colour green
Is a beauty that must be seen!
From a moving vehicles screen

And while we hold onto those machines
That deprives us of the colour green
Remember they provide us vaccines
As well as help the air to be clean

So for green, green and green
I will travel continents across and in-between
And also to any place that I have never been
I will make it routine
Just to see green, green and green

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Free Spirit

You take away my freedom,
you restrict me of my rights,
you limit me by day
and lock up all my nights.

You may have physically trapped me
but there's part of me still free;
soul, images, memories
you can't take what you can't see.

So when you think you look at me
you're looking at a wall
I might be in your presence
but i'm not present at all.

My spirit is silently soaring
over oceans, over seas,
to visit what's forbidden
banished by your keys.

And if you really knew me
you would know my soul is free;
old and wise and peaceful
and where it longs to be.

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In a Constant Model Mode

There is quite a difference between,
The marketing of propaganda to hype...
And that which is known,
To be daily visualized and seen.
Depicted by those in a constant model mode,
Doing their best sterotype routines!

Bravery comes from a commitment.
To be seldom inflicted through indoctrination.
And if this kind of bravery was effective...
More of it would be shown on the scene,
Instead of witnessing the power of it,
Toggled through a video game.
Or on a wide screen in 3-D!

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Wide To Receive

Download something
Useful, or useless
Because Im lying here
Wide to receive
Almost anything
Youd care to give
And I dont
Get along with myself
And Im not too keen
On anyone else
Turn on, plug in
Then just walk away
Unlock, process
And then just go
And Ive never felt quite so alone
As I do right now
Im lying here
Wide to receive
Almost anything
Youd care to leave
Wide, wide, wide
Wide, wide, wide
Wide, wide
Wide, wide
Wide, wide, wide, wide
Wide, wide, wide, wide
Wide, wide, wide, wide

song performed by by Morrissey
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A journey begins with first step! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Oh great warriors
Of yore
Sages of folk lore,
Could you tell me
Why do I feel vanquished
In the face of victory?

Had no aspiration to build
Great empires,
Or enlighten
The ignorant.

Just a small aspiration
To be free
And protest against
Pressure of
Conformity…

On being released,
from captivity,
Stood dazed in front of
Open cage,
Like a bird
Who has forgotten the
Instinct to fly

Looked skyward:
Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Soaring high…

Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach is a fable in novella form
about a seagull learning about life and flight.

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Russian Cathedral

Bow down my soul in worship very low
And in the holy silences be lost.
Bow down before the marble man of woe,
Bow down before the singing angel host.
What jewelled glory fills my spirit's eye,
What golden grandeur moves the depths of me!
The soaring arches lift me up on high
Taking my breath with their rare symmetry.

Bow down my soul and let the wondrous light
Of beauty bathe thee from her lofty throne,
Bow down before the wonder of man's might.
Bow down in worship, humble and alone;
Bow lowly down before the sacred sight
Of man's divinity alive in stone.

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Over The Lofty Mountains

Wonder I must, what I once may see
Over the lofty mountains!
Eyes shall meet only snow, may be;
Standing here, each evergreen tree
Over the heights is yearning;--
Will it be long in learning?

Pinions strong bear the eagle away
Over the lofty mountains
Forth to the young and vigorous day;
There he exults in the swift, wild play,
Rests where his spirit orders,--
Sees all the wide world's borders.

Full-leaved the apple-tree wishes naught
Over the lofty mountains!
Spreading, when summer hither is brought,
Waiting till next time in its thought;
Many a bird it is swinging,
Knowing not what they are singing.

He who has longed for twenty years
Over the lofty mountains,
He who knows that he never nears,
Smaller feels with the lapsing years,
Heeds what the bird is singing
Cheerily to its swinging.

Garrulous bird, what will you here
Over the lofty mountains?
Surely your nest was there less drear,
Taller the trees, the outlook clear;--
Will you then only bring me
Longings, but naught to wing me?

Shall I then never, never go
Over the lofty mountains?
Shall to my thoughts this wall say,--No!
Stand with terror of ice and snow,
Barring the way unwended,
Coffin me when life is ended?

Out will I! Out!--Oh, so far, far, far,
Over the lofty mountains!
Here is this cramping, confining bar,
Baffling my thoughts, that so buoyant are;--
Lord! Let me try the scaling,
Suffer no final failing!

Sometime I know I shall rise and soar
Over the lofty mountains.
Hast Thou already ajar Thy door?--
Good is Thy home! Yet, Lord, I implore,
Hold not the gates asunder,--
Leave me my longing wonder!

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Just Maybe

Just maybe… If we could cat-scan our souls,
We could reveal the things our hearts conceal.
Perhaps we could identify the hole
That spills the emotions we ought to feel.
If we could X-ray the words that we say,
I wonder what language we'd come to know.
If placed upon our panoptic display,
Would the symbolic meanings come to show?
Would we detect the tiny infarctions
That distinguish the selves we've lost and found?
What truths lie in our spirit's construction,
And will we see them in the ultrasound?
If so, do we even deserve to see?
Our only answer is a ‘just maybe.'

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Seagull

Seagull you fly across the horizon
Into the misty morning sun
Nobody asked you where you are going
Nobody knows where you're from
Here is a man asking the question
Is this really the end of the world
Seagull you must have known for a long time
The shape of things to come
Now you fly through the sky
Never asking why, and you fly
All around til somebody shoots you down
Dadadada da da da down mm mm mm mm mm mm
Now you seasgull you fly, seagull you fly away
And you'll fly away today
And you'll fly away tomorrow
And you'll fly away, leave me to my sorrow

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Deep Green Eyes

Deep green eyes
Haunt me so
Deep green eyes
Torture my soul
Everywhere I go
Every time I sleep
See them in my thoughts
Burning through my soul
Deep green eyes
Why do you follow me so
Deep green eyes
Soul of my soul
Deep green eyes
Thought of my thoughts
Burrow through my core
Deep green eyes
Tell me so
Deep green eyes
Who do you own

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When Icarus Did Fall

When Icarus did fall
his wings were scorched,
when Icarus did fall
a bolt of lightning did strike him
in the sea near to a island,
to help him there were nobody
when Icarus did fall

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Mumbai

They call it a city that never sleeps,
Dreams at large; everything in heaps
Buzzing all the time, different people different cons,
It got its roses and it got its thorns.

City of murmuring traffic and twinkling cars
The multi-millionaires, the movie stars.
We’ve got it all;
The vada-pav and the dance bars,

Crowded local trains, almost on time,
Spirit of its passengers always sublime
City where honesty is rewarded,
But bravery is crime.

Success and failure are in twilight,
City where changes happen overnight
You might be swept if caught off sight,
Got lucky, then you be on a flight

Multi-lingual, multi-religious,
City of unusual weather,
I wouldn’t be wrong; if I say,
It’s a city where country comes together,

Every city has its ups and downs and she is no different.
She gives me an identity and makes me proud.
City where I was born and city where I want to die,
My city! My Mumbai

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Solitary Seagull

High aloft the sandy beach
A solitary seagull soars
Detached, aloof, out of reach
A taste of freedom she explores

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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Thoughts Mind Soul Echoes

thoughts like children
scatter from our mind
thoughts were part of us?
thoughts came from us?
thoughts live beyond us?
thoughts outlive our lives?

thoughts mind soul echoes
haunting fragments of mind
light shines through prisms
separates into colour bands
thought trails sunset colours
spectrum ribbons thoughts
spiral into keen conceptions
meaning insight discriminates

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Stranded In A Limousine

paul simon.
he was a mean individual,
he had a heart like a bone,
he was a naturally crazy man,
and better off left alone,
he stopped one nite, at a traffic lite,
and when that lite turned green,
he was a mean individual, stranded in a limousine.
hey, hey, hey,hey,
all the children on the street,
come running out their front doors,
running out their back doors,
flying on their feet,
they said mama oh, papa oh,
see what i have seen,
theres a mean individual,
stranded in a limousine.
then everybody come running,
everybody said, lordy lord,
everybody was gunning,
gonna divvy up the re-ward,
then wah wah wah wah wah wah wah,
a siren,
a flashing lite,
but the mean individual, had vanished in the black of nite.
hey hey hey
they wondered where to begin,
cos he left that neighborhood,
just like a rattlesnake, sheds its skin,
then they searched the roofs, and checked out the groups,
and they photographed the scene,
of the mean individual,
stranded in a limousine.

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Shut My Window

windows keep shut
lest sky enters the room
if sky enters wind sunbeam rain sea-roar
the green of tall trees, the distance far away the horizon
will meet my individual world
will quake my tranquility in confinement

the disorder begins
when small wants to meet big wide
expanded nature never knows its limit
my individual world just small
four walls its limit
roof overhead and a man sleeps quiet
to slip from the enlarged
not to loose its enchained passion
not to live spreading wings

windows keep shut to show
no world behind it could exist..
thoughts are dark to dark the expansion
thoughts are dark to condemn nature
if sky enters
if light
if wind
if rain
if sea-roar
if horizon glitters away
with distant distance
individual nowhere
everywhere the wave of life
sometimes burn, sometimes snowy
and sometimes makes me burst to meet the end
from where beginning begins again...

poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Rêve et Reveil

Warmth which with wonder, waking we
rediscover with the dawn,
is printed, coded cunningly
upon life’s sheets well worn.
Sustaining this intimacy
is reassurance sworn
in mutual acceptancy -
mosaic multi-modal form
where each is willing partner, free,
when new day’s lines are drawn
with or without consistency
as pleases strings untorn
vibrating with a harmony
which must not be foresworn.