A Touch of Hand

when life's moments are tender.
emotions come, and render,
it's time to remember
what sustain life's moments
when they are tender.

it is a touch
of another hand.

no profundity
no intellectual discourse
no sermon
no song
can undo
what a touch
of another hand
can do.........

it's a touch
not a brush
not a word
not a paint
not a saint........

it's a touch.
a simple touch
is to free the mind
from it's anguish rhyme
to bring the rush
of life
to run through the spine
into the
cerebral incline
to bring the nirvana in our time.

The Particles of Life

the particles of life move in slide
as they glide to make strides
to sooth the hearts and the minds
in every momentary moments that come by
to remind the living strides the purpose of life.

the particles of life sputter
make sound
as they go around
to find the other sound
coming to remind
the life's splendor
not to be forgotten in living yonder.

the particles of life glitter
make light a matter's delight
to see the sight
to make the world bright, and
free from the inner and the outer fight
to live a life free from the fright.

the particles of life are humming
drumming
racing
playing
gracing the living wonders
not to be surrender
to warring calendar.

the particles of life..............

Rain Lays No Claims

I am waking up to see the rain's splendor.
when it rains, the earth gains
the power of rain is to sustain not to make a claim.
the earth is soaking the rain to lay for the winter
in hopes for the spring to bring the life's sprouting reign.
the rain lays no claims.

after a sleepy winter yonder the life will be awakened to wonder again
the sky shall open to refresh minds to see here and beyond
the fresh breeze will come to do it's dance, rain will fall
to sprout and rejuvenate life once again.
the rain lays no claims.

Battered Minds

this is the beginning of 21st century.....
political chatters fly high,
while the human minds are battered in life's low churning sly.
the living peace games surmount as warring factions mounts.
the idea, ideologies, and the ideologues nix to control
as the games of war mongers roll and stroll.

motivational gurus, and the positive psychologists plaster the minds with sickening corridor.
making life sickening even more.
it is all about mining of the human resource to mine and deplete the planet's every shores.

there is nothing that matters anymore unless it is to fatten the wall street reign
it is all about the games to enslave the human minds to grind
it is the gaming roar.... that runs the wall street's derivative galore
media shows are diversions to the core like political manipulative corridors.
political chatters fly high,
while the human minds are battered in life's low churning sly.

poverty grows as the billionaires clubs explode.
is there any sane explanation that explains this phenomenon uproar?
the race is on to control, and feed the human minds with commercial rhymes.
the product Brands flash on media screen in sound bite greens
while forests are cut and cleaned from the planet's spleen.
political chatters fly high,
while the human minds are battered in life's low churning sly.

The Fall is in The Air

Church bells rang, and songs are sang.
the claims of truths are proclaimed
to justify the living terrain.
At the same time somewhere on the plain
temples, mosques, and synagogues must be making their claims
in their God's name to proclaim the truth as they claim.
it all seems like a delusional hallucinogenic game
to keep the minds in reign.

It has been raining all morning
rain drops are touching the ground,
and making the sputtering sound
reminding the nature's reign.

heart keeps beating
to keep up with the rain
in synchronous with every breath
that I take to fill the brain
with songs of rain.

Prayers of the believers are over
as they leave the Church and it's clover

I follow the rain
the fresh air brisk by
as I come near a passing river
the fall is in the air
which has nothing to do with the morning prayer
but don't tell this to the believer,
if you want to live....and not shiver.......

Minds Peace Games

minds "peace" games are being played in "God's" name.
claims are being made to build the bridges to sooth the rage
but the power play is on, under, and around every page
dark ages continue to lurk in digital age.
it is all nothing but minds games in "God's" name.
the minds games are played to control the human brains.

minds controlling games are occupying the human brains.
minds reigns are polluting the ocean terrain,
flattening the mountains grains, and concretizing the plains.........all to satisfy the minds vain.

minds are smothering, squandering, and wrenching with strain, the human brains.
minds "peace" games are played in "God's" name to control the human brains to wage wars and jihads and cause pains.

Mirage

What "I" have experienced in this present form,
can it be experienced when "I" may be in another "form"?
"I" wonder as "I" roams the planet near and far..........

The claims of experience of knowing have been formed
in religions and religiosity's wide spread tundra,
in spiritual name shake karma, and
in intellectual rationalized drama.
claims are claims nothing but claims,
a camouflage for ignorance game.

For the believers it does not matter
as their minds and the matters are saturated 
by religious explains to accept on faith.

It is another day of claims, and reigns that builds on human pains.
A shenanigan that never ends....... but more of the same continues to commend.
The "I" is in the rain of claims and pains.
Do all forms experience the same,
the doldrums of claimant's claims?

"I" wishes the folly of the truth of claimants to reign the shenanigans of claims,
as the claimant's surf the "truth's" delusional hallucinogenic mirage in their God's name.