Night fiddles
In darkness of light
While memory burns
Ashes of diamond
Gathering dust
In long satanic verses
Lightyears of darkness
Breaking in orator's voices
Of symphonic violence
While the makers make merry
And nomadic silence lengthens
All alone I chase
The unwept delights
Crossing the lifeline
Of lame excuses
Of the follicles of lies
And elusive temptations
The saga of truth and reality
Dropping dead at the far corner
In a rosebowl
Of thunder and blasphemy
Never to embrace
My sweating soul as ever
As I look straight
From my oracular existence
To the pursuit of futile beauty
To forward my last testament

As I shoot the arrow
Off the bow of hunter's lazy bone
At the triangular moon
Silently the remote night befalls
Over the vanquished shadow
Of the disguised deadman
Walking in long stride
Darkly along the caravan's way
To blare the siren of warring stars
Into the writhing pain
Of the masked phantoms

Still the night fiddling
Darkness of light escaping
To the safe heaven
Of corupscular peninsula

As I step
Into the banana republic
As I go into skewed daydreaming
Like a lamb of an alien world
Visibly thawrted by the fun and fury
Of the highnoon orthography
At the invisible railway station
The junction train whistles past the night
To take a ferry to the beleagured whiteship

And I leave the alien world in a huff
To heave a sigh of relief of measured breaths
So that I can worship the dynastic complexion
Of the banana republic more over as ever.

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Yes, those good old days are gone by. Anyone admit it or not. Modern times have corrupted our lives and soul. We are not the same people as we were. Life is not as easy going as it were. Nature also lost its face or rather it is that an unwelcome change was forced on the nature. People are not as amiable as they were.

Every thing has changed and this is not for the but for the worse. Love is not the motto of life. Compassion has been buried under the carpet. It is fire and fumes all the way but signifying nothing. Nothingness of life has caught on in the process. Life has been changed brutally. Quality of life has become a substance of modern myth. People do not live in ideas any more, materialist ideas have come to stay. Again it has to be reiterated that this change inot for the better but for the worse. It is not the other way round.

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Who is our God?
Where is our home?
The embroglio silences all speech
The glory of sunshine never knows the creator.

All faiths dwindle
All our quests end in futile beauty
Nothing seems to be speaking the whole truth.

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Insomnia, that is, sleep problem is a serious problem and a matter of grave concern to one and all. If you suffer from this physio-psycho malady, you will not only lose your sleep but also you also lose your hunger, mental stability, physical health in the end. The cause is mainly psychological and physiological a

Depression is today's one of the most phenomenal diseases and modern life is at the root of this evils. But do not go for anysedative on yourself without a doctor's prescription. You consullt a physician and do some home exercise : Do yoga to enhance your mental stabilit, take a short lazy walk after dinner, before going to bed take a glass of cold water.

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When you come to my dream
A whip of violence awakens me
Sudden burst of silence chases me
You cannot see me in your daydreams.

I get up from a long distance
With a casket full of earthly worms
And I pray for your long distance cheers and tears.

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Yes, everyone has a book inside them and it is just waiting to be written at the right opportunity. It is inside our bowel gurgling to spew out some gems of sorts. One day it will come sure. Today or tomorrow. Everyone has it within him or her. For a long I have been cherishing an idea to write a treatise on Socrates and Socratic philosophy. and for a long time that idea is gurgling inside my bowel, inside my long lost heart.

I want to get it back somehow. That long lost heart inside me is pinching me like prick. I experience that pricking every time I open my inside out.I cannot tell you the exact expected date of delivery. But I know it will come, it will come some day or the other. If I live that far I am sure that I will see that birth. I only live just to see its birth.

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