Lethal Injection
She was feeling suffocated. Her body was shriveling. “Oh My God, he is going to kill me! I have to fight! I was born after a great struggle. I will fight them tooth and nail”.
She came into her own after many a blood shed. The quiet streets became her stomping grounds. Anyone vunerable she found, she overcame, cannibalized. Slowly her tentacles spread everywhere. Her victims felt like death warmed up.
The hush could be sliced with a knife! Everyone watched with bated breath. After extensive testing a lethal injection had been prepared with no side effects. Specialists had gathered to watch.
“My rule is over”.
Headlines blared. Medical breakthrough. Aids vaccine found.
Originally Published: July 31, 2010
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Falling Up!
Sliding down slippery aisle
Born to be upwardly mobile
Head down to horizontal state
Vertically settled to parent’s elate
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Do you know god she said
Lurking in the street corner
Jumping out of her talon reach
I thought we are thus headed
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Ruing our trespasses reiterating
Promises meant to be broken
Until we break back of vices
To reclaim spot upwards falling
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Life by nature veers towards source
Ever hurrying towards its life force
Ironically we dive, relive reinvented
Striving to achieve bliss, falling upended
Originally Published: July 30, 2010
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Cliche
Played out
Spent, into debt
Almost on the verge
But, life itself is a cliché
Moon, sun stars glittery
Used abused by poets jittery
Extolled in paeans, words buttery
Relentlessly they still beat same beaten path
Out of box clever think
Some folks make me blink
What matters is the heart
If that be true, that’ll float, rest’ll sink
life itself is a cliche
with its revolving door
endlessly spewing sucking
in out expeditiously
Originally Published: July 29, 2010
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Maria’s Cry
Eve of September 11, 2001
“Daddy please hurry! I am unable to breath! I am scared” she whimpered.
Lou woke up in dead sweat! The piteous cries belonged to his beloved Maria.
Maria, Mat, Mark were his beloved triplets. Lou, Mark and Matt were cops, posted in Lower Manhattan.
September 11, 2001
Horrified, New York and world watched toppling of TwinTowers. Maria worked on twenty second floor. Many jumped out of windows, she headed for stairs.
Detectives Lou, Matt, Mark rushed to disaster area. Frantically they searched the rubble. Police dogs helped save many. Clinging to hope on a wing and prayer they searched as buried Maria cried for help : “Daddy please hurry! I am unable to breath! I am scared”
Maria was sure her family would save her. She kept calling from cell every few minutes. Dogs sniffed following the sound but Maria was buried deep. With bare bleeding hands, they cleared debris like wild men. Time was running out.
One last push created a passageway. Slim Mark crawled inside. The cell phone beeped for the last time. Marked hurried on . His elbow hit something. He saw his sister’s handbag. He moved on. He reached dead end.
Maria watched as her daddy and brothers searched for her shouting her name. She was perplexed. She was standing next to them.
Nightly she whimpers: “Daddy please hurry! I am unable to breath! I am scared”
Note: this is based on a true event. A dear friend lost her niece that day.
Originally Published: July 24, 2010
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Prayers In Motion
Prayers
Are
Yearnings
Salutations
Gratitude
Expelled
Expressed
Scrolled
Origami
Hands
Flags
Beads
Hung high
Pennants
Wheels
Poles
Covey of prayers
Winging upward
Buoyant blissfully
Candles
lit
Bliss
Bless
Om Mani Padme Hum
picture of Mt Everest Summit is from internet
Originally Published: July 24, 2010
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