Thursday 16 October 2014

OUT OF SHELL

OUT OF SHELL

Out of shell, fully hatched empty handed
propitiating goodness; robe pinkish spotless.
Black spots commence controlling the crown
directing body to crave for pleasures mean
senses turning to cranking franking machine
eyes , ogling at shapes of colour balloons
each dustbin desires for more boons
anger management untaught in schools
pulling  legs &  rugs becoming norms
couch potatoes celebrating loss of form
looking down upon others for self pride,
cues that likes of Alexander, The Great
 too came out of shell  empty handed
and went away; the same way, goes waste.

Kill kill kill. Be the hunter not the hunted.
Kill kill kill. The satanic senses within you.
Let flower of anti-desire bloom
spreading its fragrance granting boon,
“be a homely saint not for unworthy worldly gains”.

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6 comments:

  1. Neha R. Krishna 11:59pm Oct 16
    Superb write

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  2. Rameshwer Singh 11:14pm Oct 16
    Marvelous.

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  3. Vinay Kumar 10:44pm Oct 16
    Indeed treasure it is :)

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  4. Vinod Khanna 9:22pm Oct 16
    Truth, so poetically expressed!

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  5. Harish Bhatia 9:08pm Oct 16
    significant poem...

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  6. Tapeshwar Prasad 9:03pm Oct 16
    No 'gain' amassing material gain. Let fragrance of love spread! ♥ ly

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