Wednesday, June 5, 2024

Poem 185 : Living The Future

 Living The Future
                               -  T ABRAHAM

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Waves of passion in the ocean,

Vastness in space and time,

A giant growing inside the space,

Thoughts and ideas placed inside,

Dumped and packed tightly to bear,

Thinking becoming overthinking,

Optimism changing to pessimism,

Calmness changing to arrogance,

Losing the present life of happiness,

Past mistakes taking over the present,

Mistakes leading to a dead end,

The misery of confusions in a student,

Mistakes repeating itself like a history,

Planning the future and pausing the present.

Tuesday, June 4, 2024

Poem 184 : Like A Fine Wine

 Like A Fine Wine
                              -  T ABRAHAM

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The book of life unlocking the mystery,

Pages written down creating the history,

Sweetness and plump at the tree,

The stages move up as one, two and three,

First stage of growth done internally,

Growing and ripening insanity,

The glowing wondrous maturity,

Child-like and innocent being,

Hanging on the tree growing,

Second stage of growth done externally,

Less hairy and shaggy with purity,

Brokenness in innocence and child,

The child within is vanishing,

A man is born within and beyond,

The final step is reached within,

Hairy and shaggy with wild eyes,

The chapters moving to a climax,

History turning into a mystery,

Gentlemanly and wildness intersecting,

Primitiveness of the land and nativity,

Nativity and the native-land recovering,

The bearded wildness causing chillness,

Like a fine wine, I am growing.

Poem 183 : The Medicine

 The Medicine
                             -  T ABRAHAM

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The purity of nature in it's highest,

Extreme ends and points of the land,

The Indian soil at it's richest,

A fineness and calmness in the air,

Air sucked up by the nostrils to it's fullest,

Language intermingling with each other,

God's own country or the world is here,

The garden of wisdom is very near,

Nature valued at it's highest,

Materials are placed at their lowest,

Sights seen and unseen are the loveliest,

Climate switching and switched forever,

Wavering nature is the purest,

Pleasant wetness surrounding all around,

Dryness to make way for the ground,

Crowded and organized everywhere,

Richness and nobility in the blood,

Primitive richness and tradition is here.

Monday, June 3, 2024

Poem 182 : Worthless Entity

 Worthless Entity
                               - T ABRAHAM

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Printed papers and a weird smell,

Silvers and gold, not so bold,

Freedom becoming shinning gold,

Ornaments and fancies with fakeness,

Inequality in wealth and joy,

Living entity is not a toy,

Artificiality fading away,

Nature taking it's way,

Words becoming mere sounds,

No more are we bound.

Poem 181 : Broken Apart

 Broken Apart
                             - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

Rusting bridges, narrow ridges,

Powdered with rust and dust,

Rust holding on for years,

Breaking with cracks each year,

Murmurs becoming great roars,

Silence becoming ever-absent,

Slippery and flexible to inflexible,

Breaking rather than bending,

Tolerance is hidden forever,

Burning with sheer coldness,

Rusted due to an ever-present dampness.

Sunday, June 2, 2024

Poem 180 : Cracks And Peels

 Cracks And Peels
                               - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

Walking all around,

Foot swelled up with saltiness,

Wet foot covering all over,

Peeling off my toes,

Protective covering torn apart,

Burning and itching prevailing,

Wounded stays my foot,

Bleeding is impossible,

Rusted with a pile of dust,

Oiled up, to mend it up.

Saturday, June 1, 2024

Poem 179 : Congested Spaces

 Congested Spaces
                                 -  T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

Wooden blocks arranged,

Nailed and painted for beauty,

Small pieces with sponges embedded,

Glass screwed with the steel rods,

Papers and covers all lying around,

Material acquisition is unstoppable,

Libraries filling up, tables piled up,

Cupboards stuffed up with stuffs,

No place to move around,

An irritable congestion all around.

Poem 350 : Unsilenced Resilience

Unsilenced Resilience                                  - T ABRAHAM (SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE) Unheard movements tuned, Being kept silent d...