The Tonga (Horse drawn carriage) as seen on the streets of Agra, India
Simple Pleasures
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I reminisce with immense fondness
Memories of homeland shores
When life was unadulterated
And goals within reach
Such as…
Walking barefoot on the sand
Gorging cotton candy at the fair
Screaming hoarse along with the radio
And yes, the occasional pleasure ride around town
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Tonga or Tanga: तांगा Hindi meaning Hansom or Horse carriage
A view of the Flatirons in Boulder, CO.
A Beautiful Winter
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Fluffy balls of cotton
From dormant limbs suspended
Yonder towering peaks
In pristine white defined
Shoulders huddle against
Air sharp crisp and frigid
While hope of warmth
Among clouds frisks timid
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Life an Ugly Cousin
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I cry again
Like a monotonous ritual
Invisible in my sorrow
Tears in the rain
What I thought I felt
Wasn’t love
It was but a delusion
Of a needy mind
I wasn’t aware that…
My ability to endure
Is tremendous
To sustain abuse
Incredible
I long, crave to collapse
To dissolve in my unhappiness
I can’t
It just won’t happen
At times like these
Death sounds sublime
A beautiful thing
And life an ugly cousin
The Stench of Fear
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The roar of wild beasts
The bloodthirsty galleries
The whites of eyes
The stench of fear
The ruthlessness of mankind
History repeats itself
What has changed
Is the method of sin
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Love Is…
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Love is innocent
Love is pure
Love is tough
It can endure
Love is a rock
It stands the test of time
Love is tender
A sweet surrender
Love is honey
Yet it can taste bitter
Love is desire
Sets hearts a twitter
Love is work
May take years to master
A genuine effort
Can unravel this twister
Love is weird
Hard to comprehend
It is a riddle
A never-ending maze
Love is pernicious
Most fall victim
Remedies are simple
A look, a touch, a dimple.
Seen at the Denver Airport Baggage Claim
Me and I (A Conspiracy Theory)
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When I stumbled onto me
A weirder thing could never be
We are but one and the same
Yet go by different names
We share the same vessel
Yet forever tussle
Like a gargoyle in my suitcase
A stranger in the mirror
I’m in a quandary
Am I…I, or am I me?
the Seed of Doubt
It is really tough
To get it Out
It starts to flourish
And spread its roots
It feeds itself
Sprouts new shoots
It manipulates your mind
It poisons your soul
What you hear, see or say
Isn’t under your control
The longer you leave it be
The stronger the affliction
Soon there’ll be no remedy
From this evil addiction
The only antidote if any
Is to sow the seed of trust
Nurture it with tender loving care
And protect it you must
LONE CLOUD
(A humble ode to Wordsworth)
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A lofty sojourn
A solitary quest
To territories unknown
Through fields of unrest
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Like a fragile dream
And an evanescent memory
I fumble on
Another precarious journey
Windmills of My Mind
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Sometimes up, sometimes down
Sometimes bright, sometimes brown
Sometimes dubious, sometimes trusting
Sometimes active, sometimes resting
Laughably stupid, or brilliantly keen
Deeply perceptive, or ruthlessly mean
Shifting sands of impersistent thoughts
Windfall of feelings tied up in knots
A waffling chameleon, a steady machine
A virulent tornado, a meandering stream
A beautiful maiden, a gross dream
A sensitive bitch, a stoic queen
Bear Lake, Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado USA.
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4 am Musings
Loneliness is when you long for company..
Solitude… Hey I’m Cool! ^5
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Self Discovery is a journey I embark on whenever a ‘friend’ leaves me.
Guess I’m done discovering myself! Damn it! >:/
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I wonder for the nth time: Who am I?
I wonder for the nth time: Who am I?
Hey someone fix that broken record!! <:-|
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I think I should thank all those who help feed my ego. I don’t have to track my ‘VIEWS’ anymore! 🙂
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It’s another *****new DAY!!! :@
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