Tag Archives: London

Bathe in light and life and emerge

exalted one
let me Immerse
and emerge like you
so pure so true
perhaps never
not enough desire

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Alone and strong

Reaching dizzying heights
Candle with million lights
What matters how one feels inside
Content, at peace, satisfied
Depressed, seeing nothing bright
Life a continuous fight, to keep sanity

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One more London place

roaming aimlessly,
clicking shamelessly
carefree and serene
a midday scene
trying to ignore
the storm in store
blood and gore
that has become
our world
that much intolerance
death and violence
children not spared
elderly not cared
humanity badly fared
attack and revenge
mindless avenge
Peshawar is charred
Parisiens life scarred
innocent blood
spilled and flood
the gates of heaven
tears trickle down
resolve breakdown
no optimism trace
deepening sorrow I face
in the false serenity,
eerie calmness
of one more London place

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Stairs in life

one, two, three
soon be thirty three
then forty three,
and sixty three

finally downwards
one two three
just that, there you lay
nothing in hand

a simple, white cloth
and a silent you
that moment so true
is so near, so far

depends what you do
tomorrow and day after
live and laughter
love and laughter

angel, or demon
ordinary human
baron grand trade
intellect high grade

courage or afraid
fighting on bread
master or a maid
good or really bad

it is upto you
whatever you do
pulse! still pulsating
stairs! are waiting

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Fire

An arrow launched
in the air, fire in its belly
winged beetles chased
They met on horizon top
Kissed the sweet flare of death
Inferno sparks, crescendos heard
We just saw how fire works
It’s dark magic, tragic!

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Home

However it is
It’s my home
My castle, my life
In hunger, in strife
My refuge, my dome
It’s my home

Don’t say bad things
it’s not posh
You look through my eyes
It’s better than
White House
It’s better than
even Rome
It’s my home

Life has been tough
I hit the rough
many times
Each time I know
What to read
Where is my tome
It’s my home

Invaders have come
Bruises and some
Scorching sun
Making sure I burn
This will be life, and
catacomb
It’s my home

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