Somewhere Along A Street

A moment quiet

In the depth of time

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

I see shadows of the past

Passing hither and tither 

Crossing every narrow path

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

A moment quite

Like the stillness of Monet's impression

Colors and light, but quietness inexplicable

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

I see trails of laughter shrouded in pain

Floating in the musky air 

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

I see deadness all along, shadowy though

Masking a reality of a world of battling egos

Where the fittest survives, the weakest dies

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

I see I am becoming a shadow

Trying to hide from the war 

That paints the earth with blood

And buries the body of many

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

I see 

I am awakened

A dream gone

But the grimy faces of war 

Remain

to stitch gory stories

Of maimed physiques, blinded souls,

And hopelessness. 

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A Friend

 (I am dedicating this poem to a wonderful friend, Mary Sawariyar from Johor, Malaysia)

A gift so priceless

A true friend that comes along

In this sojourn called life.

Rare indeed this precious gems

Through good times all shall stand by

But, through bad times only a handful remains;

Like the flame seated on a pure white candle

While burning steadily, it may flicker occasionally,

But, till the last drop of wax comes to an end

It shall remain there casting brightness all around;

Like the dark clouds with whimsical smiles

Thrown at the skies and all that beyond

Friendship may stumble and fall

But, the divinity of friendship will never fail,

The silver lining always tell the tale of this.

A gift I have gotten from the Highest One

A teacher, a friend, a sister and a listener

To learn from, to share with, to joke along

And to pour the joy and pain

A wonderful friend called Mary.

Thank you my dear friend.

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The Taiping Night

The moody night
With cloudy veil
Still a sight to delight
Before I hear the wail.
This night like any other night
Tells some stories in the darkness
Leaving shadowy footprints
Of the daytime concealed now.

An aura of peace amidst the roar
Descends from between the clouds
Soothing my heart filling my moment
Casting the devil of sorrow.
This night is Taiping night
A wonder that wrapped the soul
And I am lost in peace.

(*Taiping is a heritage town with a lot of historical landmarks. Located in the state of Perak, Malaysia).

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Polish, unceasingly

Never was and never will be
A life with all shine, golden shine
But no dullness, never will be.

For a brass to shine polish the brass neatly
So goes for life, polish it daily unceasingly
Losing the shine is very much human
But are no mere mortal, we can rise when we have to
So say the wise ones long gone in time.

Never was and never will be
A life with all shine, golden shine
But no dullness, never will be.

A path without its ups and downs
Let me tell you is imagery and
this lasting not long.

When the shine stops, remember
It's time to polish again, unceasingly
For what a dull life would it become
In the absence of a little hard work,

Polish and let it shine.

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Majestic Night

The night is asleep

Leaving me awake in the depth of silence
As it advances toward the day.
I wish it takes me along
Along its mystical slumber
So the vigor turns me better.
I love the night, a layer in time
It fills me with nostalgia
But that too with perfection.
The night I marvel is the night that hides
Many sorrows of years hidden in time
As it peels each from the heart through the tears.
This night is indeed a lovely night
Intertwined within the folds of shady darkness
Are many good and the bad, and the deepest sorrow.
The beauty of the night
Is the beauty eternal,
It stands majestically on its own.


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DEADENED (RAINFOREST)

It is all gone

Within splits of seconds

The visible disappeared.

It is magical

Oh!! It is magical

Stones unturned

Trees uprooted

Conscience eloped

Development runs wild

How fast it kills...

Rain forest ruffled

Her womb scourged

Such violence

What a painful extraction.

A treasure worth millions in years

A habitat built neatly over those years

So many unseen species go berserk

A place called home is now dead.

The wind has no place to go

While the sun merrily burns

The earth is getting loose like teardrops

Because it cannot hold anymore.

The little joys

The camaraderie

The citizens of rainforest shared

Is farther now, even from a dream.

Tribal in their ignorant

Cheated to paltry psychological

Of modern man’s deadly intentions

To bore and tear their homes

In return of sweetened poisons offered.

No man claim to have done that

Yet every man is aware a tree is dying

At every turn of the clock’s needles.

Who cares?

I am contented with my life

I have my shade a home called heaven

Go damn with others.

Attitude kills mama

It kills slowly

For one day we may not have trees around us

And oxygen may become a commodity

You and I have to buy to breathe again and again.

And civilizations may never rise again.

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