Love me
And let me love you
As long as you are awake
As long as my heart aches for you
I will love you days and nights
Days and nights are for ever
For ever my heart cries for you.

Hysterical is my love
Hysterical is my longing for you
The more I long for you
The more the flame burns and blushes
The more you bloom in my desire
The more my love cries for you
The length of my love is longer than your shadows
The depth of my love overshadows your whole sky
Never swaying in fluttering whims
Never leaving me alone in lapses of moments
You are my only love
You are my only refuge
To say love to you.

Love me in whispers
Love me in long soliloquy
But love me alone
And love me all aloud
And love me in haste.

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They are from the same tree? Camilla Bowles, pop diva Madonna and Canadian songster Celine Dion? We know they are poles apart so far as their respective personal identities are concerned. But it is reported that they all are descendants of the same French carpenter Zacharie Clutier settled in New France, Quebec in 1634.

That amazing ancestral histort was reported in family and social history website www.ancestry.co.uk. Can you digest that spectacular revealation? But, yes, we are told that this is a scientific research work, not a figment of imagination. And if scientific community says something, how can we the laymen remain aloof from the burden of truth?

The thing is that how of all people in the world, they got these three people together to research into their ancestral lineage and got their fanciful inference? What was their source of informations to connect these three people together? And how did French carpenter of nearly 400 years ago get into the fray? And how did they know the true identity of a commner so-called Zacharie Clutier? And where from did they begin and how did they come to an end?

These unholy questions could easily be posed to the researchers concerned. As they belong to the ivory tower of scientific community, as if they are licensed to kill the popular concepts of rational course of reasoning and thinking. Is it that if and when science says anything of dubious contents, the common people should take them lying down without pointing a finger at their authenticities?

And it is that science or for that matter, the scientific community pour out so many non-senses at regular interval for the gullible public and the gullible public do not have any right or guts to take them by the neck.. The scientific community broadcast these questionable news just to create some sensational craze for getting some wishful pats on their backs. Yet the get scott-free for their misadventure as like their political bosses and sponsors of dubious characters with bagful of money?

It is even more nauseating when the spokeperson Simon Harper describes their historical facts by overstepping the rights to information : "The fact that Camilla and Madonna are related, however distantly, highlights the truly unpredictable and entertaining nature of family history nature." But is this truly a fact or fiction of demoralised truth? Yes, there are takers and sponsors for their garbled report. But who cares? And, overmore, what is the use of such pontificating report?

Will science or pseudo-science be given the chance of playing into the hands of some tricksters or pranksters at the expense of public money when so many social problems are yet to be scientifically (and also politically) solved? Is it politically correct to let the science and the scientific community run the business of their own without any kind accountability being imposed upon them merely in the name of grandeur of science?

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Who is God?
Asks the dead ghost
Beheaded
In mystic guise
Darkly
As if to brave
The howling wind
The macabre shadow
Walks past the archangel
Unknowingly
In sombre disguise.

The shadow asks
The bemused archangel
Where is to find the Almighty
In sight of God?
The dead old shadow
Of the ghost
Resurrected never
To be wise more
Eyelids hoisted high
In Nirvana mudra
Unknowingly
Up upon
The left and right
Of the seventh heaven.

The bemused God
High and dry
Leaves his home and hearth
Praying to the unknown
Unknowingly
To save his face
From the hiding archangel.

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When I walk alone in the stormy breeze
Darkness greets my vision
I follow your face on the way
And I reach the shore of your sacred soil.

You never stop me in my sojourn
I love to cover all the distantance
With your face reflecting solace in my soul.

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Someday
It is nothing
In a sub-zero point
Baring its breath
Like a grizzly bear
In sweltering summer
Someday it is all
For nothing
For a gruelling love
Fizzling out
In crystalline truth
Committing nothing
To the surreal surprise

The truth
Elusive as the firefly
Metamorphosing
Into a shadow
Of a crusader
Like the grasshopper
In a daze
Of all suspenses

A beacon of light
Proliferating
On the precipice
Of the Bastille castle
In prolific chaos
Of suspended freedom
As if to carry home
The cruelty
Of truths and lies
In diurnal reality
Chopping and changing
Into something
Never
To be smiling
Upon nothing
Short of a straighter face

Someday it is all chaos
Truths belittling truths
Of all jejune lies
To carry home
The cruelty
Of dueling love
Something for nothing
Someday
It is all like
What happens
To be wordless
Existence
Metamorphosing
Everything
Into nothing
And nothingness

Someday
It is like saying
Nothing
And no one seems
To be the truth
Of anything
In a metamorphosis
Of truths into lies.

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When I walk alone in the darkness
You are never with me by my side
You only show me in your shadows
And your shadows walk past me.

I talk to your beautiful shadows
You never talk to to me in your radiance
The shadows sing me a beautiful song.

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