Dream and reality.

A scribble on dreams and reality

Let me sleep.

Dream so real, love so sweet;
Kiss so tender, alive underneath;
Beauty beyond measure, smile so real;
Behold your hope and let me sleep;

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Experiments with sonnet writing.

We know so much about everything that is happening around us but we know so little about ourselves. Every day unwraps a layer of shroud around our consciousness. Last weekend I experimented with poetry. It often happens that a sentence due to choice or words would strike me and I would chuckle and rhyme it, sometime to the annoyance of listener. Any how, a bit of scribbling jumbled up few rag-tag combination of words. Here below, I have experimented with ‘Sonnet’ style, if that can be called style. It is not what it should be but this is what I could do, so far. It is about homecoming from vacation. How return from retreat, renders a relief as also feel so boring. Actually every person is a King and his home is his castle. symbolically, every person behaves like King and Queen, may be without a large estate. Continue reading

Poor’s fate.

What is my fault

Is it my fate?

It appears that while Prince of Words, in his vacation away from Kingdom of Ark, is swimming with mermaids in the sea of Taos, the King of Words has attacked the earth and we are collecting the debris of words left behind. This is what we collected last night:

Poor’s Fate

Poor are suffering humans are discovering;
Poor are hungry, humans are angry;
Poor are shivering, humans have discarded rags;
Poor want food, humans are surviving mood;
Poor want to speak, humans do speech; Continue reading