Coding is an act of faith.

Stuck between what works and what might
Resolved to crumble at the whim of dice
‘Know all I need to know
just don’t have the will to go
Am I done here?
Or they got more sand to throw
They say, it’s hard to steer into the wild-
life ain’t no cake slice.
Who likes it sweet anyway?

In my coffer, I keep flowers and thorns
‘Make my story with quills and scorns
Who cares who is hero and who not
every man is a dead man,
everything’s to rot.
I’m holding on to my truth, my lies,
dreams of dreams, fancy disguise.

Alone
distraught, lost
I fumble for words,
shallow vowels, grubby surds.
I think I need poetry.

Little abstractions, some nausea,
a fling – if you say so,
a minor fight,
bedtime story…
or may be, just some sad poetry.

Tiny mutations, and
the world turns gray, plants flower anti-flowers,
people die, and wake up in dreams,
in one huge dream – Nolan’s dream,
and nobody utters no words
and burn in word-less purgatory.

Times change,
every hour, if you insist it’s slow,
anybody can be anybody, everybody!
And nobody’s got no tales
tall or short – whatever.

I am who I am -
word groper, literary loner,
un-trailed like snowman’s feet
in heat
asking for few words, and skill
to blaze them into poetry!

#1. Old mother bee is thrown out,
they had a revolution, now they’ve some *-cracy,
wrapped up in democracy.

#2. My soul left me to seek a dream body.
It didn’t find any.
It’s lost, like many.

#3. Love is a puddle of dirty water,
one falls in, one falls out,
no one just stays in.

#4. I had too much of life lately,
I laughed, loved and trotted about places.
Now What?

#5. A week ago,
I did not exist. and now,
I over-do the existence.

#6. When you translate an idea,
you always distort it.
nothing pure here, nothing original.

#7. The room is full of produce,
Gods need to relax a bit.
Ain’t it half time yet?

#8. The world runs on words and faces,
like the stage surged with strange actors, Weird dresses,
yellow top, red boots and greed hat.

#1. Being loved is okay.
Loving someone is the bliss.
Love stories, retold.

#2. You’re like a light by the shore.
Ships passing by.
Mine – is tied in a desert.

#3. I always wanted to be a poet,
nothing but a poet.
And I wrote about myself and no-one bothered.

#4. I want to be alone,
and tell you things.
That once, I made stories; that I had wings.

#5. I’ve burnt that house,
shut out the light, and erased the memories.
She says, I am old now.

#6. Accusing me of a betrayal.
Let me say, I didn’t leave, I didn’t run.
I just couldn’t walk along.

#7. If you love and lose, you are done for life.
But then life has other better pastures too,
water your seeds, and move on.

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#1. Time and again,
history repeats itself.
What you haven’t learnt then, you can catch up with now.

#2. All he seeks is a fling,
no ties, no string? she quipped,
Seek and thou shall find.

#3. I wrote many words,
none of them could speak a thing.
The water is settled, there is no fling.

#4. I used to be funny,
then I fell in love.
I laugh nevertheless.

#5. Christ went up the hill,
he spoke of love and empathy.
But he was just a man, never understood well.

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Cold sun
takes the day
and
deep ripples
stay.
Within heat
flutter icicles
and
in a chill
you stay.

Stone moon
yields to droplets
and
further sprays
the blue…
birds
have no feather
and
mother Bee’s chewing
leather.

Hang on
against gravity
mount your fears
and
ride away
truth or falsity
life is
insanity.

Cold sun
And
stone moon.
Stone moon
and
Cold sun.

They all burn
Ice or fire
Hate or desire.

#1. We got time,
and time is all we got.
till we got none.

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