Crashing against all

I am the sea wave-
Riding, floating- high n low!
The celestial Moon makes me tide,
Flooding my limitations beyond the shores..

No matter how high n steep the rocks;
I knock at them till they fail n fall..
Making them softer, slippery n smooth;
Gliding over them; making those my very floor!

I dissipate into fine droplets upon crashing,
Charging back joined above the waters, rolling-
Using my quality to integrate to Roar,
I “form” myself again, each time that I am broken.

I drowned them all, claiming their Lives-
Whoever thought could sail upon Me!
I am calm, yet untame-able;
I am a free Spirit guided by my Intuition..

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Colors of Nature

Pick up a rainbow and a few metallic shades:
The Sun takes from Red to Yellow,
The Sky that forms the backdrop-
From Blue till Violet,
Sometimes, it reaches till Red.

The nature takes the shades of Green-
Also, Brown- that’s obtained when all colors are mixed.
That all colors when absorbed produce Black,
And when reflected, form White,
is not “logic”, but a Science.

Look above yourself-
Golden is Sun’s fiery rays,
Silvern is the cool Moonlight.
The Stars are the Gemstones precious,
Diamonds and all the colored ones.

The meteors maybe the minerals-
The shooting ones, the white metals..
The burning ones- the yellow metalloid;
Asteroids the other ores,
The Comets maybe the shining crystals!!

Birds, Butterflies, Worms, Flowers-
Take all colors and shades possible..
Humans although take from beige to dark brown,
Seldom shows the gravity of containing all within themselves-
They appear to be hollow’ ones devoid of any color at all!!

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I Dream..

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I weep my story- between my sobs..
How do you ever know that I need you..?
As you wipe my tears; I wonder bewildered-
Till how long will I hopelessly dream of you?

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Calling all Ghouls to Party

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Letting out all- Ghosts!
Reanimating the Deads..!

Ironing the Shrouds,
Sharpening the wooden stakes..
Calling father Dyer!

Carving Pumpkins.. 🙂
Lighting the jack-o’-lanterns,
Sewing our costumes..
Preparing the Tricks!

Dusting off the skeletons!
Shooing away the bats,
Stepping over the black cats.. meeuw
Magic potions set on the skillet!! (bubble bubble)
All witches assembled on their brooms!

– Let’s Party now –

Calling all Ghouls


“This meeting had been called, so all of you understand this fact once and for all that there are no such things as ‘human being’. It’s only a Myth. These are merely distorted images or fragment of imaginations carved out of coward minds. So please relax. There’s nothing to be scared of..”

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A Moron Joke

The Devil invited his girlfriend home, “Sweetheart, I promise no one would be home..”

Upon reaching, I realized, indeed no one was home- not even the moron himself.. @#@$#$#&%$


2 fat black Cats gossiping

“What the hell!! I had barely stepped out of my house, when this wretched human just crossed my path. What an ugly omen! Now my entire day is scr*wd..”

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Bloody Bats

The 1st one: WTF!! There’s hardly any blood available around. I am tired of hanging myself upside down without drinking!

Hearing his bickering, all the bats decided to barge out all charged up in quest of their savored drink- blood!!

While all of the other bats didn’t come back until morning and yet without any luck; the one cribbing was found hanging upside down moaning.. its beak was smeared with blood. There were scorching blood stains all over his ratlike limbs.

“Ah, so you are moaning because you tasted blood..? Where the hell did you go? Look at all of us, not even one of us found a dead mouse..!”

The 1st Bat replied: “Do you see that big pole over there..?”

All the batty eyes rounded up like big marbles in hope- “yeah- yeah, we do..”

“Well.. I had not until was hit..” Hanging.. groaning..

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Celebrating Success

The sound of the Drum beats; the Brass Plate beatings,
The tinkering of the Bells, the Chants up in the air-
The Coconut and the Mango Leaves Urn,
The Smoke Dancers waiting for their turn..
The croon of the Conch Blows; the Flower offerings,
To the Divine Goddess; the Insuperable..
Makes me ponder, as she prepares to Leave,
When would it be time for me to proceed heavenwards..?

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Note: The image is an artwork created by the author herself – Face of Durga

 

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