The Poetry Marathon

Puzzles –
In embellished clusters
With spiral webs of complex pathways
A dense mix of crossroads
In an exclusive jungle for the brave…
With brain task
Designed for smarties to unravel

The maze leaves tramps on merry-go-round endless turn
A voyage to nowhere…
Until time steely claws grabs their years into a wasteful banquet of nothingness

The sweet vibes
Of childhood dreamscape
Of moonlight tales
Beyond screens at twilight
We sang novel songs
Like screeching tyres
The warmth of brotherhood Triggered a neighborhood of endless friendship…
The artless boon regaled our innocent minds
We read tomes aloud in storytelling mood
The rustic ambience long gone ignited embers of treasured bonds
Our farms, gardens and streams spilled benevolent bloom of unending harvest

Ours was a rustic paradise garnished with pleasurable humanity
A testament to a vibrant glam of artistic romance with nature’s abundant gift – peace unlimited!

The world sees you
You see the world
The world attempts to stifle your mood
With trends that beguile the heart
Of death trails
Of robbery snares
Of soaring suicides
Of battering hopes
The moods swing
Radically to the dissident vibes
Of a faltering flame…

The mood unconsciously tweaks to the pulse of the hour…

Dissipating to depression’s stranglehold

To restore sanity’s unflinching hold
Reprogramming your mood to salvage
Your ebbing emotions…

Emotional intelligence they say forms the core of credible living…
Indulge the mood
For a rewarding harvest of enduring sanity!

Beyond the battleground
Beyond the war ground…
Is the power of the mind
The greatest mankind war
Was first fought in the mind

David first defeated Goliath in the war ground of the mind…
From the boardroom to the war room
The mind must first conquer
From thought patterns to practical execution, the mind is the heartland…
“He can who thinks he can”
Here, the “mind-room” wins
Against the odds!

The mind carries enormous power
Waiting to distill

The mind packs a punch waiting to discharge…
From legendary gladiators to Pantheons of distinction

They first understood the war of the mind to conquer the physical threats of their oppositions

Dominate the mind game to dominate your territorial sphere for strategic takeover…

The eerie silence…
Creeps through The night skies
With windy sails
Like pockets of phantoms in audacious glide

Belching steamy clouds of brazen fear…
With power cut to boot

The hovels, harems and homes clutch to life with hapless Gail…
While hovering darkness in steely clods embroils naked earth…
Pockets of generator fumes on skyward trail and dingy lights hanging
The blighted streets…

Welcome to a chaotic slum
Where night reeks
The stench of death
And spills the venom of fear…
We hope our communal lords
Etch their names with right of light
For all to gulp
And for posterity’s delight.

The hate in your eyes
The venom from your lips

The darkling jungle of your heart
Emits unending flames of devastation

Your fist clenched to inflict harm

Your sturdy legs walks the pathway of destruction

Your creed of class structure

Your indoctrination of racial bigotry

Your tenet of religious fanaticism

Voids your humanism

All lives matter!
All class structures matter
All religions matter

Let harmony be our watchword because we all matter!!

The world is full of pawns
Nestled with clowns
Dancing to the whims of gory crowns
Of thrones bridled with thorns
Vexed with wanton hate across Medusa’s guiles

The globe is bereft of sane champions
Driven by change
With positive values at the very core of living…

A lonely path void of artless crowd gorged in the ocean of ruthless ambition

A path less traveled
A rugged road chaos free

Dooms day beckons on tramps of confusion walking the paths of delusion…

The wingman’s aesthetic flight

Across skylines
Flapping creative wings
Forged with inventive plumes

The lexical hitman
Like the gatekeeper
Exhumes the goons
From their nocturnal hideouts
Unveiling the secrets of dusk

Like the village town crier he spots and screams with unalloyed passion the filthy cassock of unrepentant Pharisees

Like a revolutionary crusader on a mission, the pearls of wisdom is unmistakable, inspiring norms for radical change…

He is the sartorial griot expressing the pain points of plebians in distress

He is the anti-corrupt Warhead crafting revolutionary verses to ignite action…

The greenery of rainforests with supple lush graced with elegant tapestry
Affirms Earth’s sublime grandeur

The sky with celestial cape
Echoes the profound mystery unveiling…

The forest of swamps with eclectic undergrowth reinvigorates the Power of the Master Potter…

From the aquatic sphere to the terrestrial realm intermingling with the celestial cosmos
Unearths the stately tripod of a Universal Architect’s poignant vision…
We are earthlings searching for solutions…
Amidst the uncluttered realms,
An alchemy unfolding…

The world is wafting to the rhythm of dusk

Prancing endlessly to the rhyme of time transit

Oscillating with regular spin
In cyclical turns…

Time is no friend…
It only sprints with endless whim

The world never waits
It moves ceaselessly

My world is mine alone
I craft my visions and dreams
I build my tomorrow today

I activate my passions
Racing against the tide of time…

Time is no friend of mine, only a reminder of changing seasons and times

I own my time,
I run my time
To match the tempo of my world

I am the master of my time, creating the change that suits my vision…

As my time architect, I design with aesthetic mastery

The poignant dreams of my childhood…

No stillborn, no aborted vision –

I run the show!

Join me if you dare!!