Thoughts Solid As Rock

writing with the grammatical foreplay is a snitch.

thoughts race leaving no room for the grammar grace

Patanjali ticker flickers seep through the grammatical rock

disturbing the meandering thoughts.


brain renders thoughts

pantajali wants the grammar rock,

the rules disturbing the thought.

meandering thoughts gives no thought, and

keeps on rocking like a solid rock.

Spiders And The Humans

today I had nothing else to do.

I wandered around the barn

in search for something to do, and

saw a spider doing it's run, the spider run.

disturbing the spider's run is not what I wanted to do

so I moved on thinking......


the spiders and the humans have a lot in common.

both spiders and humans grin and spin.

both have propensity to trap,

and kill to eat.

some spiders are venomous, and

so are some humans.


spiders and humans both are creative, and

destructive at the same time.

species shape and size differ yet characters

remain the same.

one is not any better than the other.


I left the barn, and

went out to do my run, the human run.

knowing well that the spider is doing it's run,

the spider run.

run nevertheless..........

It Is Not A Time For Hope Alone

it is not a time for hope alone.

it is not a time for motivational clone.

it is not a time for the revelation of divine.

it is a time for searching the inner core

divinity of yours and mine.


it is a time for a change to change

the waring mindset that has derailed

the civilizations over time, again and again.

it is a time for a change in the mindset

that promotes:

the ignorance

the greed

the cruelty

the hypocrisy

the religiosity

the waring state

it is a time for a change to change.


it is a time not for hope alone but for a change to

change the waring mindset.

it is a time for searching the inner core divinity of

yours and mine that could make the world divine

not the waring crime.

Political Bating

the political scaling

the backstage meeting

the privilege seating

the V.I.P coding

sponsor cajoling

ego bating

the time square rating

the congress seating

the U.N. bashing

any and all remaining

political manipulating

racing the airways, and

the by ways of our time.


noble dynamite prize is in the news.

noble politics is live and well.

wall street is rising again.

the profits are privatised.

the loses are socialize.

the political games of our time are

no different than any other time.

Human Brain

is the human brain an evolution's drain, or

is it a planetary mass to evolve, and

to ravel the science to open the space?

it is a drain as it has slain under the mind's game.

it is an evolving mass as it has embarked

on planetary terrain.


the brain, one of the most evolved mass

filled with historic evolving pain, a genomic game.

the evolving mass rescued the brain from it's own pain

only to be taken over by the devotional mind games.

the church, the temples, the synagogue, the mosque's

played the mind game

mesmerized the populous

controlled the brain

waged religious wars, and

the rest is the history of gain and slain

played under the camouflage of ideals and

devotional game.


the brain mass insists to continue to evolve

in spite of insecure mind games

bringing hopes and resolves

to search the space, and

reduce the mind's spite, and

pollutant craves.

A Time

there was a time.

there will be a time, and

there is a time.

it is the time nevertheless

in it's immortal play it remains the same.

was, will, and is are nothing but grammatical travesty.

time like a hawk watches

the universe ions

as the ions change

to reign the universe

in every moment

only to change the reign

to traverse the planetary race.

nothing stays the same

except the time and it's reign.


rain is falling in time to savor the time.

the ions are setting the pace.

my heart is throbbing to seek

the beauty with ionic grace.

my mind is racing as rain stops, and

calm returns to see the rainbow

a guidepost of passionate colors of

heart's desire permeating in the

splendor of an unknown love

in time to come.

Momentary Malaise

the sky is cloudy and gloomy.

it is time for a change.

don't ask, it is already arranged.

the leaves are making a change

to seep into the universe membrane

like no other passionate ingrain.


the leaves and the colors are one and the same.

the leaves are falling in unison with grace.

the forest has blossomed for it's fall's delight

in preparation for the coming wintry nights.


oh, how my heart desires to hold the beauty in sight

only to be reminded that it is the change that nature prides.

the moments are passing by..........

the nature's beauty is spreading

only to change in every passing moment, and to change again.

nothing will hold the nature's play.

the cloudy gloomy day

will stay no longer than it's momentary play.