I built a glass lighthouse tower
And filled with fog
Only entagled can peak in.
But,
The machines taken over in a night
With,
Fancy vision they probed deep
Feeling me naked –
In my own foggy lighthouse glass tower.
Category: Poetry
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In my own foggy lighthouse glass tower.
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Where Salmon sheds salt
Middle of the journey,
My eyes are burdened, burning and bright red.
I can not stop now,
Time for my three shot poison.
Across the lake,
where Salmon sheds salt,
there lies my flag.
I keep rolling
day after day.
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Old man on deathbed
Met an old man
on deathbed.
He smiled with grace,
and said with conviction.“Time is the only currency –
Love is the only worthy pursuit.”I never forgot,
I never understood,
until this day.Now,
the golden
silver clouds
are all gone.Sun,
is shining bright.Alas! too late for me!!
Maybe not of you.
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I am at Nirvana
In the beginning –
I was a white paper,
majestic, white and pleasing.I was filled with ink of multitudes of colors,
crushed between two hot sheets.
My whole body was burning,
like in a hot coal fire –
but without any smog or soot.Then, I was looked upon
examined by disappointed eyes,
Crumbled, fumbled and tumbled.Then, I flew into lazy river,
wet, cold, damp, squishy.Finally,
I am at Nirvana.
now I lost myself.
no longer exists as me,
rather just part of the flow.
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The Salmon must flow
I don’t like polling,
I don’t like waiting,
Give me an event!Polling is boring,
Waiting is wasting,
event – act now!Swarm, Swim,
break the dam –
The Salmon must flow!