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Icebergs are melting,
Facebook vacations are cooling. Business reviews are hot.
Whatsapp calls are not, Climate is changing, Global warming is happening.

Forests are dying, Instagram is flying, Venice is flooding, News is yawing. Tusks and horns disappearing, Traffic is a social gathering.
Women are raped, Politics is staged. Kid drives a car, not on road Humility is floored, Crime filled pop culture, Discount sale rapture.
Life keeps running on toes, Blisters and woes, Shrapnel & pebbles, Slow motion ripples. Nobody cares really, Awaken,the woke, the wise and the wobbly.




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Noise

If he dies young,he had a great future,
If he lives long,they hope he dies soon.
If he spends less,he is stingy,
If he spends more,he's obviously showing off.

If he travels less,he's a frog in the well,
If he travels more, he's a nomad.
If he mixes with people, he's a social animal,
If he lives alone, of course he's ostracised.
If he smiles at everyone,he's creepy,
If he frowns, he's grumpy.
If he looks you in the eye, he's gaping,
If he looks away, he's shifty.
If he talks less, he's arrogant,
If he talks more, he's over confident,
If he sits still, he's must be scared,
If he moves around, he's restless.
If he speaks loudly, he's brash,
If he whispers, he's shy.
If he is polite, he has no spine,
If he demands, he's a dictator.
If he dresses as he chooses, he's a rebel,
If he follows norm, he's boring.
If he has a preference, his orientation is wrong,
If he remains in the closet, he's a hypocrite.

Spell

When the forest rhythms start to play
Walk with me, make me sway
Like a dreamy cloud caresses the window
Dream with me, fly with me, nadir or crescendo. Like a feather's touch or tease,
Strolling down with ease
Rests on the button,
and then dives in with passion. Droplets glide by my side,
as the heady feelings collide,
a storm builds inside
whips up a hungry tide. The distant bells waft in spells, Splash of water & the thirst it quells.
Pine trees sway their leaves,
A warm breath in a cold breeze.




Mismatch

It's 5AM and the clock is late,
the rush to dress up and change my fate,
but the wrinkle is annoying the mane,
and the greys are flaying the vein,
I carry the mirror in mind,
leave the resigned sigh behind.

The train is packed with eyes,
I stand under the strain of lights
the dark skin is brighter,
maybe they'll like me better,
their shampoos leave no clue,
only the fan comes to my rescue.

Waiting for the elevator,
a minty breath drifts over the shoulder,
the noose around my neck chokes
gasps for breath and the heart pokes
the lights are incandescent inside
empty faces on the outside.

The tube-light and the guard flickers
People wearing strange monikers
floating close to the floor
a door opens, the stupor
he sashays along leaving them behind,
my eyes lose him and hope to find.


Clocks go by and the hours shiver
the cardigan shrugs off and the  lips quiver
a sudden surge of reason, cold air ,
aimlessly slides off my ruffled hair
witness  to the porcelain teapot stare,
bits an…

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