Sunday, November 29, 2015
OLD FASHIONED ROGUE
Old fashioned rogue, marched a zigzag near,
Faint cunning smile and swaying long wear,
Seeing me, pulled gun from leathery case,
Shouting, heart from his whole base
Dissolving behind bush, I held hard,
Murmuring, 'lord of moldy beard'
Behind leafy twigs, and fading through branches
Peeping his march with heart punching chest
There! There…. Shouted three from another bushy land
Eloped near, jumping high with guns on hand
All black masked and eyes barely out
Yelling, crying like drunken watchman’s shout
Three dark bullets through his rusted leather coat
Pierced and punched him like sunken baseless boat
Floating over thickened slice of his bloody shore
Yelled “Let not his heart pump anymore”
His cap flew like trodden chopper’s wing
Arms fell listless as in losing wrestler’s ring
Calm and pale with drenched shrunken sheath
Diamond beads pearly, strewn wide beneath
Voice echoed “blood drinking hands and gun”
Fixed to the gold coins rolling down to run
Squelching, skating over thickened sniper’s blood
Pegged like pebbles on furious retreating flood
Above on bushy tree, curled dumb and keen
Dead below and three near, only terror seen
Sight numbed listless like old chopped branch
Peeping with slant gaze to those nearby march
Uprooted those masked man, pegged golden coin
Laughter and cunning grin across their chin
Alas they marched away with loaded beads,
Smashed from fallen victim’s tethering threads
Uncoiled, thus myself alike vine round to free
Bubbling heart, above fallen prey of three
Murmuring chants croaked like busy gully rush
Sewing crushed heart, spewed across bush
Crawling with dribbling sweats, towards shady tree,
I praised them ‘holy gunmen’, insane though they be,
How could the beasts be savior for instance?
Or some divine eyes watching from distance?
Friday, November 27, 2015
Thought for Day
TIME......
At the beginning, we are innocent child,
In the middle, adolescent makes us wild,
At last, we turn matured, sober and mild...
Thursday, November 26, 2015
The comfort
Every comfort in our lives has
degenerative impact to our physical, mental and spiritual progress. In the
sense, the comfort we get from luxuries has the power to degenerate our
physical strength. Similarly, to talk of the mental poisons; desire, anger,
attachment, hatred, etc, which are suppose to be giving temporary pleasure have
equally devastating effect to one’s mind and spiritual progress. The pleasure
of five senses, the taste, sight, fragrance, touch and sound leads us to demand
for more pleasurable sense objects, ignoring the basic pleasure we obtain at
initial phase. So we demand more luxuries, which in scientific term could be
related to development of resistance, as that of drug resistance over
frequent use.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
CHAPTER 14- HUMAN AND RESPONSIBILITIES
Dear Friends and bloggers, I hope you all enjoyed my philosophical approach of exploring the Science of Universe and our role in making our Earth a safe home.
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Tuesday, November 24, 2015
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